“And safe from who? You?” Her eyebrows knit together. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I said I wouldn’t hurt you unless you made me.”
“I already told you I won’t say anything. I promise.”
She wipes fresh tears from her eyes. I finish my drink, set my glass down and get to my feet. She takes a step away from me when I come around the coffee table.
“Remember what you agreed to outside.” I reach her, take hold of her arms, rub them. “Just relax, no reason to get so upset.”
“No reason? This isn’t—”
“Now, what’s going to happen next is you’re going to do as I say and take off your clothes and I’m going to take some pictures.”
“Pictures?” She’s panicking. “Why?”
“You repeat yourself a lot, you know that?” I pause but I’m not expecting an answer. “Like I said, insurance. You talk and the photos get sent to your parents, your friends, are posted along the walls at school, etc…”
“Etcetera?”
“Trust me, this is the easiest way for me to do this.”
“What’s the alternative?” she asks as she pushes out of my grasp.
“The alternative would be…painful.”
She swallows. She’s wringing her hands. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“You’ll be fine. It’s just a few pictures.”
She shakes her head, rubs her face. “No.”
I point to the bathroom, and when she walks out of the room, I resume my seat on the couch. She doesn’t come back for a full ten minutes, but when she does, her fear seems to have lessened, or at least it’s well hidden behind eyes of fire.
She’s pissed.
“You want dirty pictures?” she asks, spitting the words.
I casually shrug one shoulder. It’s sort of funny to see her like this. I wonder about the pep talk she must have given herself to get so worked up because she’s so mad she’s practically shaking. “You think you’re going to blackmail me?” She takes a step forward, then back again. “Huh? Pervert?”
She’s bouncing from one leg to the other like a boxer. I chuckle at the image but it only makes her angrier. She finally stands still, fists her hands at her sides, her face going bright red.
“Well you can try and make me.”
I lean deeper into my seat, consider her, wonder if she’s realized how much more interesting she’s just made this. Taking my time, I unbutton the cuffs of my shirt, roll the sleeves up to my elbow before I reply. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Are you?”
“Fuck you.”
“And you seemed so sweet,” I say, standing.
She spins to run from the room, but I catch her easily, my hand wrapping around her arm to halt her. I pull her into my chest. Cock my head to the side. “I was thinking I’d get a slow strip tease, but this will be much more fun.”
“Let me go!”
I lean in close, inhale the scent of her. Smell the fear creeping back up to the surface. Make a point of doing so. “Just remember, you chose this. It could have gone easier.”
