I stare at Zacky in shock. My eyes widened and all I want to do is scream at him that I would never do such thing and that I got raped. Technically I did get raped because I never would have done this with the Blue Eyes when I weren't cuffed. Slowly I looked down on my thighs to see the bruises he left. Nice shades of blue and purple are formed in the shape of two hands. Back when I was on that table, I didn't realize that he was grabbing me this hard. Slowly I shake my head. I need an excuse and quick thinking is usually my thing but right now … my brain was empty.
“I … I … no! I would never do that,” I whisper and look at him. I pulled on my wrists that are in his hands still and then I get an idea: Crying will get him weak. While I raise my eyes to look into his, I open up my watergate to fill my eyes with tears. “Zacky, I … I should've told you …” I whisper and he lets go of my hands immediately so he can pull me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around me.

“What happened, gorgeous?” He whispers calmly and I take a deep breath after I quickly came up with some story.
“At the club there … was this guy and he wanted a private dance.” So far it's the truth. “After the dance he suddenly got all annoyed because I had another five minutes left and… he started to grab me and pull me back on his lap so I finish the dance. It was just awful. I made it to call the securities but as you can see, he already left some marks on my skin.” My voice is filled with agony and I sob whenever appropriate. He buys it all and I start to feel guilty about what I do to him. I would feel more guilty though when I told him that I had sex with someone else and kind of enjoyed it though it was rape. My lie is the best for the both of us, I think.

We stay close like this for another bit before he slowly loosens his grip to lean back. His smile is honest but his eyes give away how hurt and disappointed he is. It seems like he hates the fact that I am working in that club but yet he never said anything about it. Probably he knows that I am not arguing about me job and want to keep it. I take in a deep breath to then push a hand back through my hair.
“I ruined the evening, I am sorry. I think I … will go home. Can we see us tomorrow?” I ask silently and he sighs silently before he nods.
“Yeah sure. Should I bring you home?” I shake my head slowly and get up.
“No, it's fine. I need the fresh air to think,” I smile apologetic and cup his cheeks then to peck his plump lips before I walk up to the hallway to get back into my shoes and jacket. “I'll call you up when I get up, alright?” I turn around to him and try to ignore the pain in his eyes. I can't let myself down because of that and so I sigh silently while I get out of his house. That is not how I imagined this evening to be.
“I love you, babe. Be safe!” He says after me and I smile at him over my shoulder before I continue my walk back home. ~*-*-*-*-*-~ -another house another incident-

After I am finally free again, able to feel like the man I am, the redhead turns towards me with a malicious grin.
“My guarantee that you will behave,” she grins and takes my wrist to put a rather heavy wristband around it. On the outside it's just leathern and fuck … it looks too damn stupid. The inside was metal and I swear that it hummed silently at me when I investigated it.
“Nice. I look like a gay who can't decide if he likes metal or glam rock.” My words make her chuckle. She was amused about her control over me and I hate it.
“Now what next?” I huff while we walk upstairs. She smiles crooked at me and tells me that we'll wait for her colleague to show up. He does indeed and that in such a short time that I believe he was just around the corner, waiting for his call or he is quick with his lanky body.

He shows up and immediately I have a gun pointing at me with a “why are you free?” I can only smirk about that and survey him shortly to then arch an eyebrow at him. Ruby is faster than me though and tells him to relax. I watch the scenery and just then I realize there is another man standing around. Brown hair hanging down and nearly touching his shoulder, a white bandana around his head with a black fedora on top. I wonder who that guy while we walk into the living room and sit down.
He must be a friend of the two and with that, an assassin as well. Damn, this fucking town is full of those and I just never realized it. Ruby starts to explain the plan while I sink back into the soft cushions of the couch. A smirk rushes over my lips while I look at the guy who is going to make Alice his.

The fact that he was exactly her type makes it so much easier. Dark hair, blue eyes and tattoos allover his arms will make her drool instantly and so it was an easy game. I am not really paying attention to the words she says because I know the details already. I am sharp-eared again when she says my name.
“Alright then, Matt … you go back to your place and talk to her. Message me whenever she leaves the house and tell me everything what happens. Jimmy, you wait for my command to snatch her away, meanwhile prepare your room for either torture or heaven. I couldn't care less, you talk to Matthew about this. And Brian, you're with me. We check the details on her file again and coordinate some new security cameras and set a working communication up between this house and Matthew's mansion. Alright then … let's do this.”
So the guy's name was Jimmy. How so not fitting for him. This name was far too … soft.

With a smirk I get up and walk out with Jimmy following me. Surely it's time to tell him everything about my dearest friend. Funny thing was that I am not feeling as a traitor at all when I lean against the wall of the hallway.
“Alright … main things about her are actually that she is into a roughness when it's about sex but I figure you know that already since you most likely had some encounter with her when you abducted her. But beware, she only like to be dominated. Use cuffs, chains, whips, crops and a flogger. Maybe a cane as well. Just take what you like. You look like it's all your world as well.” I say with a hint of disgust in my voice. He just huffs shortly and waves his hand in a manner for me to continue. “Yeah well … though she is rough there and likes it when the man tells her what to do, she likes those normal romantic gestures as well. Send her white lilies, her favorite flowers. Grab her favorite food, which is Thai, and prepare some dinner in your backyard with some white candles and flowers. Small gestures make her fall for you, trust me. That … brother … of your friend played a song for her once. Too cheesy to be true but she loved it. I nearly threw up when she told me.”

I shake my head shortly and look at him again, thinking what else he could may find useful. “Oh and don't dare to give her presents. Especially no expensive ones. She absolutely hates getting gifts like clothes, shoes or jewelry. She isn't that kind of girl. So … ah fuck, just break her with sex. That's seriously the easiest way!” He chuckles at my words and I simply shrug and walk up to the door then. “I'll leave now and start this whole plan.” I say before I get out of the door.
“You do that. And don't dare to fucking screw this up, understood?” Jimmy threatens me. He seriously thinks that he can threaten me.
“Whatever, dude. I am not taking commands of you idiot!” I yell over my shoulder and walk back to my house then, not feeling any doubt that we will fail. Or was it just my hope that said we are not allowed to fail? However, I was not feeling bad about our plan. ~*-*-*-*-*-~ When I arrive at home, I stroll around the living room and wait for Matt to come back home. There is a need to get off my chest what happened and Matthew is the only one who knows what's really going on with me. I can trust him with every dirty little secret and also with my life. The door being opened makes me snap my head up. I look at the door that leads to the hallway and smile when he enters the room. A short hug later we sit together in the living room with each of us having a glass of Glenfiddich whisky in our hands. That's my whisky when I am worried or scared. Yes, I drink whisky after my state of mind.
Slowly I raise my glass to let some of the liquid run down my throat to give me a certain confidence to tell him everything then. I tell Matt what happened at the club and that I wanted to run away, then I go to waking up naked in his cellar to then enjoy his touch and doings far too much to end everything with the little argument I had with Zacky. Of course he likes the last part pretty much but I am not starting another argument with him about why Zacky is so much better than him.

“By the way, Mister Blue Eyes, as you like to call him, is called Jimmy. That's all I was able to find out yet. I had a hard time as well, trust me,” he mumbles and tells me from his rather crazy escape. He seriously ripped off her pipes from the walls to then run off like the maniac he was. Lucky for him those weren't water pipes. Though something about his way of talking makes me suspicious for a moment because he seems far too relaxed while he talks about it.
I quickly shrug that off again though because I have no nerves for that right now.
“Alright, Matt … I will head to bed now so I can get up early. I want to head to town so I can surprise Zacky with some lovely lingerie. Maybe that gets him calm again.” I look at the man who is like my brother and smile. He just grimaces shortly and shakes his head, mumbling a “I have no idea why you like this guy” before he gets up as well and we both vanish into our bedrooms.