#*miles.

he’s counting the minutes until she makes her decision. whether it was a test or a simple game, not even miles could really dictate. either way, it’s a fun way to get both their adrenaline running. had allowed her out of her restraints under the ruse of believing he could trust her, taking her up from the basement and into the dining room as he prepared their dinner. had even so kindly left the sliding glass door unlocked, left her to her own devices as he stayed in the kitchen, knife cutting through each vegetable. painfully slow, does he cook — waiting for the sound of the door sliding open, her feet pattering against the ground as survival instinct kicked in. waits for the chase.

“ you’re probably wondering why you’re here. “ miles begins, crouching down so he’s leveled to the girl tied to a chair. fingers raise to scratch his jaw, head canting as eyes shamelessly take in his new possession. “ now, your daddy/boyfriend owes me a lot of money. has for awhile now. i went to see him a few days ago to tell him his clock was ticking. and you know what he said? he has a pretty little daughter/girlfriend. he practically begged me to take you. ” he taunts, palms raising to slide between the girls thighs. the sight of her now already has his c*ck stirring in his jeans, but he’s a patient man. “ told me i could use you for whatever i want until he comes up with the money. though, lookin at you now.. “ he tsks, shaking his head. “ not so sure i’ll give you back in one piece. ” the older man chuckles before removing his hands from her thighs and reaching forward. “ now, i take this gag out of your mouth.. you promise not to scream, princess? not that anyone would hear. i just don’t need you losing your breath yet. “

he’s counting the minutes until she makes her decision. whether it was a test or a simple game, not even miles could really dictate. either way, it’s a fun way to get both their adrenaline running. had allowed her out of her restraints under the ruse of believing he could trust her, taking her up from the basement and into the dining room as he prepared their dinner. had even so kindly left the sliding glass door unlocked, left her to her own devices as he stayed in the kitchen, knife cutting through each vegetable. painfully slow, does he cook — waiting for the sound of the door sliding open, her feet pattering against the ground as survival instinct kicked in. waits for the chase.