I started awake in her room, why had I been sleeping? I tried to sit up, but something was wrapped around my throat, holding my head down, and stung my wrists when I tried to move around; I hissed a tense breath of pain.
"Oh, you're awake," she said it so casually, as if it were completely normal that I was sprawled unwillingly on her bed, a similar sting around my ankles.
"What are you doing? I thought you.."
"I'm curious about how far I can push you." She said calmly as she leaned over me, her long red curls pulled back into a ponytail as her lips twisted up into an overwhelmingly pleased curve. She enjoyed having power over me.
"You can't do anything to me," I said, a bit defensive.
"We'll see."
She walked out and came back with a pair of scissors. I shifted and tried not to let her see how anxious I was getting. She went to work immediately, grabbed the lower hem of my shirt and cut through it.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I said through a lump in my throat.
"Why not?" she asked as she slid the scissors up to the neck, splitting the material the whole way and laying my shirt open. I could feel my chest heaving slightly, expecting the pleasure and feeding that often came shortly after stripping. I forgot to respond to her, especially after she put her hand on my bare skin. I couldn't breathe as her hand moved over my ribs to my neck, then down to my stomach. Her fingers pressed into the muscles on my lower stomach slightly and I opened my eyes to see what she was doing.
