close your eyes

She closes her eyes afraid of what his motive would be. She was now in the main room of the apartment. the hands pulled her to the couch. She was pushed onto the creaking sofa. A hand cuff slowly closed around her wrist, the other end wrapped around a metal bar that was apart of the couch. The man walked over to the door and clicked the lock shut. "Now, what should i start with" a switch blade flicked open from his grasp. It was the man from work. He was wearin a grey short sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans. He was admitingly really handsom. He slowely walked twoard her building suspense. Syria sat with her knees close to her cheast. She wore a blue jean mini skirt and layered tank tops. He now was at the couch. he put his left hand on her right knee. He pushed it aside. Then did the same to the right.