I scream. My throat pulls tight, turning from a wail to a croak too quick for my liking, but I don’t stop.
“Hey!” I yell. “Oi, you fuckers!”
I thrash my arms and legs, clanging the metal of my restraints against the metal posts so the noise echoes through the empty room.
“Hey!”
I scream and yell for what feels like hours and finally the door slams open, “What!?” It’s the same rough husky voice from before.
“I have to pee.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Oh I’m sorry,” I snap, “I didn’t realize that the normal bodily function would just stop because you guys said so.”
The guy stomps across the room, “Why are you wet?”
“Oh, I have the bitch you sent in before to thank for that.”
He growls something I don’t quite catch but fishes into his pockets for keys. Okay, good. He’s going to let me out and if I can get out, I can run.
He slides the key into the left lock and frees my hand but before I can do anything, he twists my body and promptly cuffs it to the arm still restrained on the other side.
“This is a little much don’t ya think?” I push sweetness into my voice, “Little old me can’t do much harm.”
“Ha,” he shakes his head as he removes the other cuff, forcing my arms down. I peer down to see the gleaming silver around both wrists, secured together.
“Nice cuffs,” I say, “is there something you’re not telling me? Are you guys secretly some weird bondage society?”
He doesn’t answer as he removes the cuffs from my legs and forces me to stand by yanking on my elbow. I get up, swaying a little as the blood rushes around my body from where I’ve been in the prone position for too long.
I stumble forward but he catches me quickly, keeping me upright as I’m dragged from the small dark room. We step out into a narrow hall with only a set of steps that lead upwards. He makes me go first, pressing into the small of my back.
“No funny business,” he tells me.
I roll my eyes, “Jesus Christ.”
The door at the top suddenly opens and the chick from before comes into view. She smirks and lets me pass before falling into step beside the guy who let me out.
They’re silent and eventually I come to a junction at the end of the hall. I realize I’m in a house, a big one, one that screams money and power. Expensive art hangs from the walls, Persian rugs line the mahogany floors and crystal chandeliers dangle from the high ceilings, prisms of colour dancing across the white walls as a breeze teases the little diamonds. I’ve been around wealth my entire life but this is a whole other level.
“Left,” Gruff orders.
I turn left, my bare feet squeaking on the polished floor.
“That door there.”
I stop in front of it, waiting for them to open it. When neither of them does I turn my attention to them, “What do you expect me to do? Open it with my teeth?”
“I like her,” the girl suddenly declares, stepping forward and opening it for me. I step inside, using my heel to kick it shut but it’s stopped before it can click closed.
“Oh I don’t think so,” the girl says, stepping in with me.
“I can’t pee with you in here.”
She rolls her eyes, “Do your business, this isn’t a luxury we give to mostguests.”
“Oh, I suppose being cuffed to the bed is also five star treatment.”
“Would you prefer we dangle you from the ceiling? It can be arranged.”
“You’re all fucking crazy.”
“No, we’re fucking Silvers and it’s about time you learned your place.”