"Get on the bed," Gareth demanded.
"What?" I exclaimed. This was not his usually tone with me. Whenever we had been together, he had never given me orders.
"You heard me, woman. Get on the bed, now!"
Now, usually, I would do anything he wanted me to, but something in his tone made me defiant.
"No."
"What did you say?"
"Did I stutter? I believe I said no."
"You made a big mistake, little girl. A big mistake."
Gareth had me by a few inchs, but he was by no means a tall man. What he lacked in height he made up for in speed, though, and soon he was behind me, knife to my throat. My heart started pounding in my ears. Did Gareth take leave of his senses?
"Not so mouthy now," he cackled "are we?"
I said nothing.
He moved the knife from my neck to one of my buttons, and sliced it off. Then he began to do the same to the other buttons of my shirt until there were no buttons on it.
Then he returned the knife to my throat, insisting that my bra comes off quickly, or that it would be sliced off me as well. I took it off, my hands shaking.
Gareth gave a Chesire Cat grin as he saw my bare chest, nipples puckered.
"You like this don't you?"
It was then that I resigned myself to the fact that he had completly lost his mind.
to be continued....
Last edited by Jay Orin; 2007-10-13 5:40 PM.
