His Slave

Chapter 1

"Are you sure you don't want a lift home?" Michelle asked as I heaved the last bag into the boot of her car.

"I'm sure, you get to your next class, and it'll only take me five minutes to get home." I assured her as she closed the boot and looked at me critically.

"Positive?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

"I'm sure."

"Ok then." She sighed, opening her door and climbing in. I grinned at her and waved as she drove away. I plugged in my headphones and started my short walk home. I grinned as my favourite song came on and I couldn't help myself moving to the beat. I got to the park between the dance studio and a couple of streets. I dropped my bag and restarted the song. The song ended and I finished in the splits after a summersault. In case you hadn't realised I'm a dancer. It's my passion and I can't help but move to the beat of a good song. I've been dancing with Michelle since I was three and over the years I've learnt a few extra tricks.

I grinned panting while I rose to my feet, freezing when I heard a slow clapping coming from behind me.

"Amazing love." I spun to face the voice and saw a guy, dressed in black, leaning against the goalpost. I could see a black van at the edge of the field and I started panicking. I tensed as he took a step forwards and I took one back. "You really are flexible." He continued, taking another leisurely step towards me. He smirked at me, looking me up and down – I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. I smirked back and moved into a defensive posture. I've taken a couple of classes in self-defence and let's just say that I could break the wooden board first try, and I once managed to beat my instructor. I'd also learnt from my dad how to deliver a decent punch. But I was my gymnastics that helped the most, I could do all sorts and this guy was about to learn the hard way what I could do. I saw him tense too and I smirked right back at him.

He darted forwards and I have to give it to him – he was fast. I flung myself backwards, going onto my hands before flipping back onto my feet. I readied my hands into fists and smirked at his shocked face. I side stepped closer to him, dodging a punch and barging my shoulder into his torso and making him stumble. I delivered a knee to his groin and when he bent over I put his lights out with an elbow to the back of the head. I trembled, the adrenaline gone. I grabbed my bag and started walking back home.

I heard footsteps but when I looked back I couldn't see anyone. I sighed and continued. I tried to scream as someone grabbed me from behind but the cloth over my mouth and nose smelt funny. I realised what it was too late as I passed out without getting a chance to whoop this dick's arse.

When I woke up my hands were tied behind my back and I could feel something over my mouth. I was lying in the back of a van and my head was pounding. I groaned slightly and my eyes fluttered open.

"She's awake!" I heard a voice just out of my line of sight call – wait I know that voice! The guy I beat up leant over me, grinning. "Alright love?" He smirked, brushing hair off my forehead. I whimpered, my eyes widening as he slid his hand down my cheek, brushing over the top of my breast, trailing it over my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered again as his hand skated lower. I heard him chuckle slightly, withdrawing his hand, I opened my eyes to glare at him, allowing the hatred I felt towards him flood my features. I felt tears fill my eyes as my head was snapped to the side as his hand collided with my cheek. I whimpered again and he grabbed my chin in a vice-like grip, turning my face to him, looking me directly in the eye.

"Wipe that look off your face and shut up." I blinked and lowered my eyes from his. "Good." He said, standing and I felt annoyance flare up – he was treating me like a child! I lay there, looking at the ceiling of the van, promising myself that I would whoop his arse once more before I ran. Heck, I don't even care about running- just whooping his arse. I smiled to myself and tried to adjust my position so that my weight wasn't on my aching arms.