...the switchblade came to a stop as it pointed directly at the one person you dreaded having to spend Seven Minutes in Heaven.

The criminal gave a smirk as he saw his knife was pointing at him. He shot up to his feet with extreme joy.

Oh LORD! you thought.

He had been an annoying pain in the ass since the game began with his sexual comments at everyone. You were starting to regret even suggesting this game since Bender got into it. Maybe TOO into it.

"Alright!" he said smiling with absolute delight. "You..." He pointed to you.

Then himself, "Me..."

Then at the room where you were going to spend Seven Minutes in Hell, "Room...seven minutes! Heaven!"

You get up from the floor with an exasperated sigh. He tucked his switchblade into his pocket and followed behind you. You hear the clink of his boots and wallet chain with each step.

"Nice ass, (your name)," he taunted, making a sexy growl.

You roll your eyes at this comment. Typical Bender. He opened the door to the room and let you in, gesturing it like a 'gentleman'.

"Ladies first," he quipped sarcastically.

You scoff. God! He was so annoying. He closed the door behind him. Your cheeks are blushing as the bad boy looked you over.

You look Bender over, seeing the ragged red plaid button up shirt over the long sleeved white shirt. His tattered faded pants with biker boots that were falling apart; a bandana on the left ankle. The biker gloves on his hands. His messy neck length dark hair hid the earrings in his left ear. The olive skin. His dark eyes that stared intensely at you like a predator observing its prey with a razor sharp smirk as he looked you over.

"Just so you know," he began. "I don't do that mushy, lovey dovey shit to warm you up. I go in head on whether you're ready or not."

You figured he'd say that. Given he liked challenges (which earned him seven...or was it eight, detentions in just one day), you decide to play this game by making it too easy for him. He'd probably turn it into a challenge one way or another.

"Go ahead," you said, crossing your arms.

The criminal stared dumbfounded when he heard your words. He blinked a few times as if he didn't hear you correctly.

"Wait...that's it?" he exclaimed in disbelief. "You're makin' it TOO easy for me, (your name)."

"Am I?" you challenged. "You're the one flapping your gums and not getting to work. Go ahead, you big stud. Dive in."

He scoffed. "Seriously?"

"Did I stutter?" you said with an arched eyebrow.

Another scoff from the delinquent as you press his buttons.

"God! You are so fuckin' annoying!" he retorted.

You laugh. "And you're still talking," you state. "Are you afraid?"

A derisive snort came from Bender as he heard those words. "Me? Afraid? No way." he said. "I've done this plenty of times."

"OK. So...what are you waiting for? You said you were going in head on. So go right ahead."

"Alright, (your name)," he said.

He approached you, standing about 5'10; his dark eyes are piercing yours with a wolfish expression, ready to pounce on you like a deer. He grabbed you roughly around the waist. You don't bother to resist. He pulls you into him, pressing his body into yours.

Almost immediately, you are enveloped by his scent: sawdust, motor oil, body odor, cigarettes and dope. You feel his hands cup your ass and give it a squeeze. You bit your lip as the criminal pressed you into him. Despite he's not as athletic as Andrew, you can feel hard muscle beneath his shirt.

His mouth is almost immediately upon you. His kisses are rough and hungry. He tongues your mouth, not even giving you a chance to catch your breath.

You decide to fight for dominance since he likes a challenge. You tongue his mouth, giving his tongue a suck, then bite his lip. He pulls away, panting with a wet lipped grin.

"Oooh!" he crooned with a sexy growl. "Aren't you a feisty one, (your name)."

"You're STILL talking, Johnny," you tease.

He chuckles. Bender threads his fingers in your hair, pulling it so your head is at a good angle for him to continue his kisses. You and him keep fighting over dominance. You thread his hair and give it some tugs, massaging his scalp.

Deciding to take your challenge up a notch, he pushes you against the wall, knocking over whatever the fuck was in his way, pinning your arms above your head. His biker gloves feel rough on your skin. His hands are calloused from what you could guess was hard labor. Given his smell, you would guess he worked in shop class a lot, on cars or motorcycles, with wood.

After a few more rough kisses, his mouth is on your neck, sucking, licking and biting. You're sure he was going to leave a mark. His hands explore you roughly. It sends shivers up your body.

Deciding to one-up him, you push him against a nearby desk, pinning him down, climbing on top. His wallet chain clinks as he's lying flat on his back, his dark hair is fanned out. You kneel next to him on the desk.

"Alright! Now we're getting somewhere, (your name)," he said with a smirk.

You lean down to kiss his neck, sucking it. He lets out a moan, threading your hair with his fingers. You trail your kisses up to his ear to give it a lick and a few playful bites. He gasped, pulling your hair hard, but not too hard. You can tell he's enjoying the mixture of pain and pleasure.

You push his shirt up to touch his torso, seeing some old scars and fresh bruises (possibly due to his home life). Almost immediately, he looks a bit...embarrassed? Scared? Like he didn't want you to see that.

He's about to pull his shirt down to hide his shame, but you stop him. You look at him with compassion. He looks so vulnerable at that moment. He had told you about his home life during lunch.

You kiss each scar lovingly. He watches as you proceed, surprised and confused by this treatment.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked softly.

"Because," you said with a shrug. "Sometimes it's good to have a little tenderness."

You return to his lips, giving him tender kisses. He returns it, cupping your jaw. You caress a scar on his rib with a finger. He shivered at your touch.

Bender flips you down on the desk so that he's hovering over you. He leans down and teases your collarbones with bites, sucks and kisses until he reaches the hollow of your neck. His hands push your shirt up to feel you up again. Then he kisses your torso, followed by teasing licks and nips. He looks up at you with sexy eyes.

"You taste really good," he said huskily.

You're completely red in the face. He comes back up to kiss you again. His hand grabbed your leg and you hook it around his waist.

He went to town again on your neck, his hands feeling you up, your fingernails clawed his back...

You are interrupted by a loud bang of the door opening and an even louder voice shouting when you're in the middle of your passion.

"JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY!!!"

The two of you look over and see the shocked face of the much hated vice principal, Richard "Dick" Vernon, staring at the two of you in flagrante on a dusty desk.

"Hey, Dick!" Bender said flippant. "You ever heard of knocking, you perv?"

The man glares in complete disgust when he sees the two of you entangled in one another's arms in a compromising position. Your neck is covered in red, wet love bites. Vernon marches over to the two of you.

"Alright, what are you doing?! What are...you two!" he ordered sharply, pulling Bender off of you to his feet. "Break it up! What's the matter with you?! C'mon! For Christ sake!"

You straighten yourself out, embarrassed Vernon had seen you all exposed. Bender doesn't seem bothered by the situation, given this was a usual thing for him. Vernon is not pleased with the situation after what he just witnessed.

"You two! My office...NOW!" he said, pointing to the door. "Let's go!"