i'd like to get teased at a bar and tempted to come back home with someone. the second we step through the door, moments ago just laughing and flirting, the vibes are off. she's shiftier, not laughing or talking anymore and has a look in her eye that can only be described as carnal.

"sorry, i think ill just go," i say stepping towards the door. she beats me to it.

"not a chance," she growls. before i know it, the door is locked and chained. a swift kick to my ankle incapacitates me and i hit the floor with my knees, yelping out in pain.

"you looked good at the bar but you look just irresistible down there like that," she says, cooing. her voice is reminiscent of the flirty tone she'd had earlier. my flight of fight begins to kick in. lunching , i spring forward onto her ankles, biting as hard as i can. she screams out in pain this time, much louder than i had, but before the air is even finished leaving her lungs, her boot collides with my jaw and once again, im left panting on her floor.

"what is your problem?" i spit out, blood pooling in my mouth and ears ringing. trying to sit up on my own, my head is yanked up by her fingers in my hair. she stares down at me, her eyes filled with passion or malice, i can't tell.

my body is already feeling weak and i'm not able to move my head due to how tightly she's holding back my head when out of nowhere, a stinging and burning sensation overcomes me. i try to turn my head to look at where the stinging originated but she pulls my hair back further.

"you're my problem now," she says as my vision starts to blur. my limbs feel heavy. too heavy. she drops my head to the floor and i'm unable to pick it back up. i feel her start to drag my body further into her house and as the room fades to black, the last thing i see is her locked front door.

when i wake up, everything hurts. my body is sore and i can feel the texture of dried blood on my face. im in an unfamiliar room and my arms to bound behind my back. there's a gag in my mouth holding my head to whatever bed i'm on. it's not soft, but it's not hard. i think im alone but i can't register what's going on and i have no idea how much time has passed. its uneasy. several moments until finally, i hear a click. my eyes shoot around the room and land on the woman who i'd met at the bar. she's in the same boots as before and without a word, she steps over to me and kneels down.

"how are you feeling?" she asks, almost sounding flirty. i struggle against my gag.

"good, good," she says, almost purring as she stands back up. "then you won't mind this then, hm?" she steps forward onto my stomach, pushing down on what is no doubt a bruise in its early stages. i cry out in pain, struggling against my restraints, but it doesn't seem to phase her. an agonizing few seconds later, she steps off and kneels down again, this time closer to my legs.

"that was a cute noise. what others can you make?" she asks condescendingly. her hands wrap around my calves and shove my legs apart. i'm suddenly aware that i am nude. i try to break free from the ropes, constantly struggling and writhing on the soft blanket. it's starting to feel softer.

her teeth grab my thigh hard. i tense up and try to scream out but am stifled by the rope in my mouth.

"no, no, no," i try to say through the rope. it's not entirely audible, but i think she understands me because she bites down harder. the pain becomes blinding. no one has ever bitten me this hard. then, almost thankfully, the pain gives way to pleasure. her tongue laps at the edge of my cunt. she noses her way around my bush and i am ashamed to feel how wet i am. i shouldn't be feeling this way. i know she's hurting me. i know she's keeping me here.

but it feels so good.