“Then I’ll make you.” He kneels in front of her; stroking her hair with his right hand. Jessy waited for his hand to come a little closer to her mouth, so she could bite him.
“Then that’s molesting me!” He puts a finger on her mouth, to stop her talking for a moment.
“Actually it’s not unless I sexual persuade you to like me.” He stands up and looks out the window, watching the sun set, with the trees making rays of light come into the room.
Jessy thinks about it and competes with it. “Not really, annoying me is also molesting me!”
“Whatever….” He kept staring out into the sun, wouldn’t that hurt his eyes, or did he just like the sun? Jessy groans, wanting to be let go into the summer time air, and to go home, but seeing this guy and how he reacts it seemed this would be her death road.
“So then what do you got planned for me?” Jessy asks with a smirk across her face, more of an curious but evil one.
“None of your business.” He mutters still not looking at me.
“How is it none of my business when it is my life your tormenting with?!” Jessy yells at him. He finally turns around revealing a knife with blood, and his wrist cut up. He was cutting himself the whole time by the window! She purses her lips, but he walks over to her, wiping the fresh blood on her cheek, too scared to move or talk, just looking at him.
“You want more blood on you, and I mean your own?” He asks in a cruel sounding voice, more irritated it sounded. She shakes her head slightly, and he nods and just stands there. “Glad you aren’t arguing with me.”
Jessy laughs at him, “Now why would I do that?” She looks away in thought. He grabs her chin to have Jessy face him. She still doesn’t directly face him. “What?”
“You look so cute…” Jessy faces him with a glare. “Fine…” He tips her chair backwards letting it fall. Jessy screams and lands with a thud. Jessy glares at him still. “Now your going fall in love no matter what.”
“Uh, not. You can try all you want, but nothing will get me to love my capturer.” Jessy sighs, she didn’t want to be tied anymore, since it was starting to hurt painfully.
“You sure about that, at least a threat would help pursue you to like me, in the least bit. Or at least act like it.” He smiled, and stroked her hair, with his bloody writs and hand, allowing some to get in her hair.
“Stop it!” She screamed at him, he didn’t like what she did, and grabs something behind like opening a drawer, and places a blindfold over. “What the heck!” He kissed her forehead in delight.
“Just go to sleep….” He didn’t leave but laid down on a bed behind her.
“How does one sleep when being tied? She shakes her head trying to get rid of the blindfold, no use its too tight.
“It’s easy count to one-hundred with out moving.” He mumbled; Jessy just laughed.
