Locked doors and windows were not stopping Dean. He had spent a couple of minutes working as silently as possible to open a window and get inside the mansion. Someone like Everly should have more security with how high she ranked in the criminal world but for some reason she kept it low.
He had kept his eyes on the place and her, and waited for the right day to arrive. There never seemed to be any right day with how busy this world worked, and he had run out of time. It needed to be done now.
He stopped and listened but couldn't hear a sound. He knew she was home. She was supposed to go to a masquerade tonight and would be leaving soon. He needed to get to her before she left for the party.
He snuck his way through the place, constantly stopping to listen. The place was dead quiet but it felt like someone was constantly breathing down his neck. He kept creeping along the walls and made his way upstairs. He found the bedroom and saw two dresses lie on the bed. A red and a blue one. She was getting ready. She would soon be in there to pick a dress. All he had to do was wait for her. He stepped further inside the room and froze when he felt a gun pointing at the back of his head.
"The problem with people sneaking into my home is that they never make it out to tell anyone about it, thus creating an illusion of people thinking it can be done when they've never heard otherwise," she said.
"Everly," he said.
"It doesn't seem fair that you know who I am but I don't know who you are," she said. "Care to tell me your name?"
He kept quiet and heard her let out a small sound of amusement.
"No? Guess you'll be another nameless face in the pile of lost humans never to be heard from again," she said. "Sit down on the chair."
She pushed his head with the gun and he walked over to the chair in front of her beauty station.
"Pull it out and look at me," she said.
He pulled the chair out and turned around with it in his hands. He forgot to breathe for a second when he saw her wearing nothing but a white, lace set underwear. Bra and thong. Delicious and ready to devour if the setting had been way different. Her long, black hair was put up in a beautiful hairdo and she wore subtle makeup that made her bottle green eyes stand out.
"Do you see the collar?" She asked.
He looked around and saw a collar hanging off the corner of her mirror. It had a long chain that was hooked up in the ceiling. It wasn't hard to figure out what would come next.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yes, really," she answered. "You broke into my home so put it on, pretty boy."
He grabbed the collar and chained it around his neck. She gestured to the chair and he sat down. She walked around him and he heard the sound of another chain.
"Hands behind your back," she said.
He placed his hands behind his back and she chained him to the chair. He knew he could try and fight her but he didn't want to risk a bullet going into his body. She was trained to fight just like him. He had no idea if he would actually win the fight. In the end, he had no desire to fight her either.
"My safeword is hyacinth," he said.
"We got a comedian," she chuckled.
She stood up and walked around him. Once again her body came into view. She was close enough for him to catch her perfume and make him even more aroused but still too far away for him to touch her.
"You're either here to kill me or to protect me," she said.
"If I wanted to kill you, I would have fought you when you chained me up," he said.
"Maybe you're a bad fighter. I don't know that. I don't know anything about you and you're not even gentleman enough to give me your name," she said.
"I'm here to warn you. You can't go to the party," he said.
"Let me guess. Someone is there waiting to kill me and you're my only hope to survive," she chuckled. "I've heard that excuse many times before. You always think you can talk your way out of those chains, just like you thought you could sneak into my home. I'm always aware of what's going on here. You never stood a chance, pretty boy."
She walked over to the bed and picked up both dresses. She turned around and held them up so he could see them.
"Should I wear the red or the blue?" She asked.
"The red one," he answered.
"Nice choice," she said. "I'll be right back."
She left the room with both dresses and he tried his strength against the metal around his wrists. It wouldn't budge.
"What do you think?" She asked.
He looked up and his jaw dropped.
"You look absolutely beautiful," he said.
"You can't sweet talk your way our of those chains," she said.
"I know," he said.
"So you actually mean it?" She smirked. "Thank you. This dress will go great with my mask. Oh, will you look at the time? I gotta go."
"Everly, don't go," he said.
"Don't worry, pretty boy. I'll be back to deal with you later," she said.
"No, Everly!" He raised his voice. "You can't..."
She left the bedroom and closed the door on her way out.
"...go," he finished his sentence. "Fuck!"