'Ahhh!' I yelled, frustrated with the pictures that seemed to never end. I'd even danced for him, I had danced on him. No longer being bound to the bed by the ropes, I jumped off and ran towards the nearest wall, ripping off as many pictures as I could, my heart was thundering in my chest as my anger rose. He had no right to do this me. What had I done to deserve this?
'Careful, you might get a paper cut.' My movements halted at his voice. His taunting words. I hadn't even realised he was in here. Slowly turning around, I scanned his masculine appearance as he stood leaning against the door, his arms folded across his smooth chest. He was wearing black as usual, black t shirt, black cargo pants, black shoes. I wondered if he ever wore a different colour or would that not suit his sinister
