Elizabeth Crembell

James stared at me with his now-cold eyes. He may not be able to touch me in my frozen form but he could control me with his manipulation. I had to play this smart. He knew that I knew this, he was just waiting for me to make a move.

"Alright, pretty boy," I put my hands on my hips and glared at him. "We're gonna do this the nice way. 'Cause if we do this the hard way, you're gonna get your ass kicked." He chuckled with one of those scary smirks on his face. His expression was scary, I almost felt like cowering or breaking our gaze. My eyes shifted. 

James crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head. 

"What?" I asked. Goddamn was he sexy looking like that. Why was he looking at me like that? "Stop looking at me like that. It's creepy." I wanted him to keep staring at me. Why? Because I felt like a gem when his godly eyes were skimming over my body. The pit of my stomach felt tingly as he continued to stare at me. His eyes shifted down to my bare legs. 

I blushed a crimson red and clutched my inner thighs together. This was embarrassing. I felt a little lightheaded. I felt weird. I felt. . .hot. My expression fell. If I was going to freeze he chair I had to do it now I had to do it now, before my body overheats and I can't use my powers until I'm cooled down. 

I made a run for the chair, reaching for it with my hand. The frost on my skin began to deteriorate and my hair turned back to it's brunette form. I cursed as I ran. As my hand touched the chair my frozen form had completely gone. 

"Fuck!" I yelled, slamming my fist on the chair out of anger. I looked at James. He stood his ground, he hadn't even moved a muscle. My glare could bur holed in his skull, but I somehow managed to keep my composure while I directed my talking to him.

"You fucking bastard." The corner of his mouth switched before his eyes turned even darker than before. My head began to pound. I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing in order to try and block off his connection to my brain, if that was even possible. 

My body ached and I squinted my eyes shut even harder. My body felt like it was burning and a scream escaped through my lips. The pain was unbearable. I clutched my head in my hands and clutched my hair. My body shook from pain. I gritted my teeth. Foreign whimpers escaped me as I curled up into a fetal position. My breathes were ragged and my vision was blurry. 

Tears clouded my vision as my nails clawed into the wooden floor. As my head rested on the floor James' black shoes appeared in my vision. I made an attempt to pull myself away from him. He was towering over me enjoying my pain and suffering. Tears poured down my face as I continued to claw at the floor. Sharp pins and needles continually poked my body. 

My body shook even more rapidly than it did before as if someone was electrocuting me. James took hold of one of my wrists and lifted half of my body up. My tears soaked the top of my shirt and ran down my face. It took al of my energy to put a glare on my face. His face twisted in confusion. 

"You're not dead," He whispered. I gave him a wicked smile as my vision blurred. 

"I will be-if-you continue," I stammered. This was becoming unbearable. I felt like I was being killed with electricity. I tried to pull my wrist away from him but he held a firm grip. I gasped as I felt like someone had shot me in the stomach. I was going to throw up. I began to gag and clutch my stomach. 

James picked me up from my armpits and placed one of my legs on each side of his waist. The pain grew worse. I clawed at his back, raking my nails down his toned muscle. He gasped and relief overcame me. I closed my eyes and became limp in James' arms. 

The last thing I remember is James opening the door. 

~X~

Clinging rung in my ears as I slightly moved. Something cold was on my wrists. My body hurt with unimaginable pain and I felt like a rag doll. My arms felt numb. I tried to moved them but they wouldn't obey. I opened my eyes and looked up. My wrists were being held my dangling chains but I was sitting on a wooden floor. 

I looked around. It seemed that I was in a bedroom. The walls were painted black and the bed was made with silk red sheets. There were some dressers along the walls and picture hung on the walls in places where the wall needed decoration. It seemed like the ordinary bedroom of a teenager, but there was nothing on the floor except for a black rug in the middle of the room. There were no clothes, no papers, nothing. It was neat and clean. 

This room was absolutely huge, too huge to be a bedroom. 

I examined my body. I was still wearing the clothes James had given me after my close-to-death deal earlier. A door opened and my head snapped to the noise. A dark figure emerged from the door. It was dark in the room so I couldn't quite make shape of who it was. 

I shifted my body and stood up, the chains still attached to my wrists. My legs ached and my head pounded. 

"You're a special one," A familiar voice called out to me. "Very peculiar, if I do say so myself." The tall, muscular figure moved from the door to the bed. They opened a dresser drawer and shuffled for something. I didn't say anything, I didn't know who I was talking to. 

From what I could see they had turned around. A low chuckle sounded from them. It was a man. Something about this voice seemed very familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't James. James' voice was slightly deeper than this mans was. 

"You look so vulnerable," He stated, coming closer to me. I suddenly became afraid. What was this man going to do to me? I couldn't defend myself, I was chained to a wall for heavens sake. "So. . .tasty." I pushed my back up against the wall in attempt to try and get away from him. A window was to my left side. It was dark outside but the moonlight lit up a bit of the room. I was in full range of the light, making me a target in the room. 

Another dark chuckle vibrated from the man. 

"I could take you right here." I shivered from the thought of being raped. My eyes widened with fear as he came even closer to me. I struggled against the chains and tried to run away. The chains pulled me back, hurting my shoulder sockets. As the man stepped further into the light I saw blonde hair. 

This is the boy I tried to seduce at the party. 

"Right you are, my dear." My breath hitched as he neared me. He had read my thoughts. "You look even more stunning without the makeup and curled hair." I stared at him with wide eyes. He reached a hand out to me. I closed my eyes as he played with the hem of my shirt. 

His index finger and middle finger made contact with the bottom of my abdomen. I shivered under his evil touch. He turned his hand so his palm was facing up. He began to raise his hand, his two fingers running up my stomach, bringing my shirt with them. 

My underwear were now exposed. I blushed a bright crimson red and shuddered with embarrassment. A smirk crossed his face as he continued to raise his fingers. He stopped when his fingers reached my throat. I was exposed to him. My breasts, my whole body, everything. And I couldn't do anything about it. I felt sick. 

Suddenly the door opened and he retracted his hand quickly. A breath of relief escaped me as the fabric of the shirt fell and recovered my body. An even larger figure stepped into the room and slammed the door. A few dim lights gave off an orange tint to the room. 

"Get out." They said calmly yet sternly. Now this was James. I was relieved to have him here. He may be a total bitch, but right now I'm glad he's here. The blonde-haired man scoffed. 

"But I love role play, James." He said with a smirk on his face. James crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the blonde. 

"This isn't a role play club, Mason, this is imprisonment." He said motioning his chin towards me. That's right, his name was Mason. Now I remember. "So, get out, before I make you." Mason stood his ground and looked like he was deciding whether or not to take James' threat seriously. 

"Better get out before he kicks your ass," I stated without thinking. Mason looked back at me and James glared at me. 

"Shut it," James scolded. I rolled my eyes. Mason smirked. 

"I like her, James. I really like her."

"If you want her, talk to dad. Right now she's our hostage."

"Who said we couldn't fuck hostages?" I blushed even more at Mason's comment. James growled and grabbed the back of his neck, shoving him towards the door. 

"Get out!" James yelled, replacing himself in Mason's past spot of existence. Mason scowled at James and walked to the door, slamming it behind him as he walked out. 

James pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 

"What a prick." James glared at me. 

"You need to shut the hell up right now, little girl, before I do something I might regret." I gave him a blank expression.I smiled with satisfaction at my next idea. 

"I bet I could kick your ass right now." James studied my chains and raised a brow.

"Unlikely." I shrugged. 

"Being chained has nothing to do with this." James sighed and placed his hands on his hips. 

"Trying to make me pissed off isn't going to help you considering that your chained in my room." My eyes widened with embarrassment and James took my surprise to his advantage. "I could do anything to you right now. I could kiss you, torture you, starve you, rape you. I have the control here, so don't push me, alright?" 

I looked away and sighed in defeat. 

James took my gesture as my answer and nodded, "Good." He said. I sat down and allowed my arms to hand above me as I pouted. 

James turned around and began to take off his shirt, pulling it over his head with limited effort. He walked over to his bed and tossed his black tight-fit shirt on the red satin sheets. 

"Whoa, whoa! Stop! Jeez," I said quickly. James turned half of his face towards me, a smirk playing on his face. Satisfaction and humor. 

"Something wrong, Beth?" I choked on the air I was breathing. 

"Um, yes? I'm an innocent woman who's chained to a wall in a hot guys bed-whoa, who did you have sex with recently?" I stammered. James turned to me and blushed slightly, confusion written all over his face. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" 

"Your back. It looks like you got into a fight with a tiger or something." James laughed and continued to turn and face me completely. 

"That's from you," I stood up again. 

"Um, last time I checked, I didn't have sex with you." He rolled his eyes and walked towards me with crossed arms. 

"I was torturing you earlier, remember? I picked you up and you scratched me." Now I remember. 

"Oh," 

"But going back to our first conversation," James placed each one of his hands on either side of my neck against his dark painted wall. His thumbs continually brushed the sides of my neck, making my skin tingle. "You said something about being chained in a hot guys bedroom." His face grew closer to mine as I stood there in awe. I narrowed my eyes trying to play the stubborn card. I turned my face away from him. 

"No I didn't," A splitting headache overcame me and I slid down the wall into a sitting position. The pain stopped and I drooped my eyes closed in order to try and regain my strength. James squatted down to my height and rested his arms on his knees. He grasped my chin in-between his index finger and thumb, forcing me to face him. 

"I love how much pain you can take, Beth." I barely fluttered my eyes open in order to look at him. His smirk turned into a frown. "Don't lie to me again." He got up and walked back towards his bed, opening a drawer from his dresser and walking into what I assumed was his personal bathroom. 

I felt useless. I felt like an actual prisoner. James walked out a little bit later with red plaid pajama pants hanging low on his hips and no shirt on. I wasn't surprised. He ignored my existence and carried on with his normal life. The silence was awkward because all I could do was either stare at my legs or watch James walk around his room. Finally, James decided to breath the silence. 

"Did Mason hurt you at all?" He had asked in a hushed tone. I cleared my throat and stared at my thighs. 

"Not really, I guess?" James stared at me. 

"So he did?" I looked up at him and rubbed my thighs together due to the uneasy hemisphere. 

"I mean, no. He just. . .did. . .stuff. . ." James was in front of me faster than I could blink. 

"Stand up." I stood up quickly, scared to disobey him. He took my whole chin into his hand and lightly squeezed my cheeks. 

"I'm going to repeat my question, Beth, and I'm going to expect you to answer me truthfully." I nodded, but he seemed to be looking for a verbal understanding of words. 

"Yes, s-sir." I stuttered, unsure of what to say. He grinned at my answer. 

"Sir," He repeated, liking the sound of the word on his tongue. "I like that." I just nodded in agreement. I didn't want to accidentally piss him off. 

"Now," James' face came closer to mine. "What did Mason do to you?" My eyes darted all over his face. If I lied, I would be punished, and if I told him the truth and he didn't like my answer, I would probably get a punishment for that too. 

"He just lifted my shirt up a little bit." James tilted his head. 

"How high?" 

"I don't know if you'll like my answer, sir." James nodded his head. 

"So all the way up, then?" I blushed and nodded lightly. James stared at me with an unreadable expression on his face. What is he thinking? 

"Okay." He whispered.