through her body. When she imagined him using them with her this was not what she had in mind.
“Don’t freak out just going to tape you up so we can talk,” he said.
She realized what the familiar scent he had-- it was gun smoke.
“Now there we go,” he said as he threw her on to the couch.
The couch was old and sunk in when she was thrown on it, she could feel a spring poking her ass.
“Jake, if that’s your real name, what does Big Ed want?” she asked pointedly.
“What every man wants, a good beer, good woman and a good job,” his hand traced her chin when he said good woman.
“You know you’re a real spit fire,” he said with a mischievous grin.
“You look like you’re enjoying this a bit too much. What is this the first time you’ve been alone with a real woman,” she said lifting her leg up to try and kick him. He quickly put a stop to that and tied her legs together with duct tape.
“You’re not making this fun,” he said frowning.
“Well, so I am going to go to bed, you can sleep here, don’t bother screaming or I will tape your mouth shut,” he said. His heavy boots clanked on the floor when he kicked them off.
“What about if I have to pee?” she asked.
“Do you need to now,” he said cocking his eyebrow.
“Yes,” she said trying to sit up.
“Damn it,” he said.
He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out his blade he cut her restraints off and held her tightly by the arm to the bathroom.
As she looked around the bathroom keeping the water running, she searched for anything that could be used against him. There was nothing but a toothbrush, her mind crossed turning it into a shank of some sort but she didn’t see any blades.
“Are you a drug dealer too?” she said calling out.
“No, I am a guard,” he called back.
She wasn’t sure if that was good news that he wasn’t that high ranking or that he was a guard for the gang.
“What does your father want with me,” She called out.
“I don’t know actually,” he said. She rolled her eyes and finished her business.
“If you swear not to hurt me, I will stay without trying to escape,” she said crossing her heart.
“Hmm yeah how about no, I don’t trust most women, especially curvaceous ones like you,” he said as he grabbed her arms pulling them together.
“What me? I am just an innocent girl working hard,” she said sweetly.
“Innocent girl huh?” he scoffed.
Jake pulled her from the bathroom into the living room. Cinnamon could smell his aftershave and leather as he sat her down on chair in the middle of the room.
Cinnamon threw back her head a little and tried to straighten herself as he taped her arms together.
“The least you could have done is take me somewhere other than this shack,” she said.
“This shack is my home,” he said through his clenched teeth.
“Oh is it? I didn’t mean that, it’s very um charming,” she said quickly.
“Yeah,” he said.
“No really it’s got that rustic cozy old man country feel,” she said smirking. She knew she would hit a few buttons with that.
“Trying to call me old?” he said.
“Well distinguished, I do like older men,” she batted her eyes.
“I am not much older than you,” he said cocking one eyebrow.
“How do you know how old I am?” she said.
“It’s a skill I have,” he said.
“Charming, I wonder what other skills you posses,” she scoffed.
“I think women enjoy a man that can be genuine,” he said.
“A big cock always helps,” she smirked as she watched his face. Jake looked like he was holding back a laugh.
“You know you are starting to get under my skin, maybe I should just put a nice little piece right here,” he said holding the tape in one hand while the other traced over her lips.
Cinnamon lashed out trying to bite him.
“Yup,” he said as he tore off a piece of duck tape with