As I am stuck in the bed with Nick, I feel the lack of sleep turning my eyelids heavy, but I keep fighting it and somewhat succeed to not fall asleep. We've been in the room at least two hours, and 'American horror story' has started to bore me. Not that I liked it in the first place, and especially not when something terrifying happens on the screen and my whole body jumps out of surprise and fear, causing Nick to laugh at my silliness.

Fortunately, he hasn't done anything else than giving me sneers and dragging in my arm that's handcuffed to his, just to annoy me.

Just as that thought flies through my head, I feel my side being poked and I squirm, but the poking continues as Nick's fingers dance over my stomach - tickling me.

I scream in the tape that's in front of my mouth, and Nick chuckles but doesn't stop tickle me. I kick with my legs, trying to hit him, but he then straddles himself over me.

Tears start to fill my eyes, not of pain, but because of how hard I am trying not to laugh. For the record, I fail. Hard.

When Nick finally decides to pull away, I think I'm on the line of blacking out because of lack of oxygen. I suddenly realize that tickling someone basically is the same as torture if you're in the same position as me. The thing I want most of all is to get out of here and the thing I want the least is being tied up, unable to move, close to Nick and being tickled. I think I start to prefer being beaten in front of this, at least I wouldn't smile then.

I scream for Nick to get off of me because he is still sitting straddled over me, but all that comes out is a muffled sound and Nick tilts his head and looks at me.

"You said something?"

Again, a muffled sound is the only thing that comes out, but this time, it is probably for the best with thought about the long list of cursing words I'm lining up.

"Ah", Nick exclaims as if he suddenly understands, "you want me to kiss you!"

My eyes widen and I start to shake my head repeatedly as Nick leans in closer.

Since my mouth is taped, which I actually am glad for at this moment, he pecks my nose and starts kissing my jaw sculpture.

Surprisingly enough, he backs off as I make a whimpering sound and I would've breathed out through my mouth if I could.

"Now", he speaks, "this isn't really a punishment, nothing compared to what it will be later on if you disobey, and I really hope you get it now. You're here, you're mine and you're not going anywhere. This special punishment, if you even can call it that, is just a one time only. Now, I will remove the tape from your mouth if you promise to talk to me? Okay?" His dark eyes are looking at me with an almost pleading expression, and I nod my head in response.

He reaches out his hand, the one that's not handcuffed to mine, and takes a firm grip around one of the corners of the tape. The following move makes me scream out in pain. He quickly rips it off with no mercy, and I automatically reaches my hands towards my face only to find them being yanked back.

"Son of a--", I yell but he cuts me off with a warning tone.

"Language!"

With that word, I shut my mouth and leans my head against the pillow behind me.

"Will you please get off me?", I ask as I try my best to keep the hate, disgust and fear out of my voice.

Nick seems to consider it for a few seconds until he finally gives in and rolls of off me and instead lies beside me.

"Now, talk", he commands and I frown as I look up at the ceiling.

"About what?" From the corner of my eyes, I can see him tilting his head my way and I look away as I meet his gaze.

"About you", he says,"let's start easy, I just want to get to know you better. Like, what's your favorite activities? What music do you like? What food you--"

"I get it", I sigh before he gets the chance to finish.

"So?", he asks and I turn my head towards him, meeting his expectant eyes. I sigh and take a deep breath, now when I finally can, and then speak out with unease in my voice.

"Uhm... drawing?" I didn't intend to make it look like a question, but it came out that like one anyway.

"Nothing else?"

I shrug. "Listen to music and hanging out with my friends I guess, but it's not like I am able to do that anymore."

"You can still listen to music", Nick smiles and I stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, but right now I would prefer the other one."

I feel Nick interlace his fingers with mine and I look at him with a frown.

"You can hang out with me, you know", he says with a smirk and I slip my fingers out of his and scoff.

"Not helping." Does he really think I want his company? I would rather hang out with my school principal and trust me, he is boring.

"Well, the offer stands, and you don't really have a choice anyway."

I roll my eyes and instantly feel a pain in my side.

"Ouch", I yelp. He poked me in the stomach, hard.

"No rolling with your eyes either! Or any other disrespectful expressions", Nick exclaim, "and", he adds, "no sarcasm!"

I stare him down, give him the best death glare I got. Telling me to not be sarcastic is like telling me not to breathe. Or at least it feels like it right now, since sarcasm is my best defense, but I actually start doubting that now since it feels like it to more harm than good.

"I hate you", I mutter and tries to cross my arms in front of my chest, but then realize the stupid handcuffs that stop me.

Nick laugh slightly and shakes his head, causing a few strands of dark hair falling into his eyesight.

"You don't hate me", he chuckles, "you haven't just not yet realized how perfectly amazing and hot I really am."

I curl my hands into fists to control my emotions. "You know good looks doesn't make up for stupidity, huh?"

Nick once again takes a hold of my fingers and squeeze them in between his own.

"Luckily for me I'm not stupid then", he smiles but then put on a slightly more serious face, "but back to the subject, you said you liked music, what kind?"

I shrug. "I just listen to what I think sounds good, the genres doesn't really matter."

"Soo...?", Nick says, dragging out on the words, "at least you can name some of the bands you like, it's not too much to ask for."

I bit my lip as I think about what I listened too, it really was a mix of different styles.

"Dead by April, Paramore and Imagine Dragons." The thought of listening to music right, with earplugs in my ear and Dead by April on high volume, sounds amazing. Just being able to shut out the world right now would be worth more than fifty dollars.

"What about bands like Sum 41 and Metallica?", Nick asks and sits up, looking my straight in the eyes.

"Well...", I start, "Sum 41's cool, but I don't really listen to Metallica." Nick gives me a broad smile, showing off his blending with teeth.

"At least you got some taste in music", he exclaims and pecks my nose before I have the time to react.

"Euw! Can you stop... touching and pecking my face?" I try to rub my nose with the back of my hand, wipe away any trace of Nick, but he holds my hand and he is too strong to fight against.

"I will kiss your beautiful face as much as I like", he smirks, and suddenly he towers himself over me and I press myself against the bed frame. He puts his hands in his pockets and pulls out something small and silver. It's a small key, I notice, and my breathing becomes more regular again as he unlocks the handcuffs that keep me locked to the bedpost. I hadn't even noticed my breathing speeding up.

Unfortunately, he keeps my other handcuffed to his.

"You're not going to unlock the other one, huh?", I ask as he starts getting out of bed, dragging me with him.

"Nope", he says in an arrogant tone, popping the p. I stop myself from rolling my eyes and Nick drags me towards the door.

"Where are we going?", I ask and try not to sound worried, but I am.

"Up", Nick says, not giving any more hints. I stop dead in my track and he gives me a glare and tugs my arm.

"C'mon", he commands.

I look him in the eyes. "Will the others be there?"

"Yes", Nick sigh, "they will be there. Now come on, coward."

I frown but let myself reluctantly being dragged out of the room. "I'm not a coward..."