An Unexpected Threat

Restrained

After following Simon up two flights of stairs I reached what appeared to be his bedroom, with a bathroom adjacent.
I stood outside of the room shyly, uncertain whether or not I was allowed to follow.

"What are you doing?" He asked, confused as to why I was just standing outside his room.

"Oh...am I allowed in your room?"

His eyes twinkled as he began.
"Of cour-".

His eyes soon changed. He cleared his throat and then replied.
"Well if I'm in here and say it's okay then yeah. Don't just go wondering into the other guys rooms."

He seemed to be making an effort to act blunt with me. I was confused as to why this was, but did not think it was my place to ask. He began filing through his draws pulling out a white Nike t-shirt and black football shorts.
He turned to face me, clothes in hand.
"This is all I have, I thought my joggers would be too long on you so my shorts will have to do for now".

He chucked the clothes over to me as I stood near the doorway.
"Thanks, these will do fine".

He stared at me blankly.
"Well what are you waiting for? Hurry up and change, we have training to be getting on with" he snapped.

"You want me to change in here?" I asked, taken aback.

He smirked.
"Standard procedure I guess". I had a feeling this was not "standard procedure".

My cheeks flushed red and I stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do.
"Okay fine I'll turn around, you're no fun". Simon rolled his eyes and sat on the bed facing the window.

I began to change, turning my back to Simon, not fully trusting him not to peek.
I checked myself out in the mirror.
Not my best look. The clothes were huge on me.
"Okay done".
He turned around and stared at me. His eyes flickered with a sort of fondness, that, as usual, was quickly blinked away.

"Right lets go - oh actually hang on" he began as he took his t-shirt off and chucked it aside, sifting through his drawer for another one.

I tried my best not to look but it was difficult. He had a slightly tanned body, perfectly toned, with a cross dangling elegantly from his neck. I felt my cheeks grow hot and my stomach fluttered.
Damn.
No wait, stop thinking about him like that.
I quickly looked away but it was too late before Simon noticed.

"Enjoying the view?" he teased, smirking as he continued to look through his drawer. I could not help but feel he stripped out of his shirt on purpose.
He finally found the one he wanted and pulled it over his head.

"That's better. Right, follow me."

He led me down to the basement, making me feel apprehensive about what was to come.
As we walked down the stairs I noticed a chair in the centre of the room, along with some rope. A mysterious black velvet box, no larger than a glasses case lay underneath the chair.

My eyes widened and turned to Simon.
He avoided my gaze.
"Go and sit on the chair please Y/N" he instructed.

Reluctantly, I took my seat in the chair.

"Okay Y/N so this is how this is going to work" his voice was plain and monotone. His mannerisms changed, he stood more upright, like a commanding officer.
"I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Some will involve you having to give me the correct answer, others will require you to tell me a truthful answer. If you are incorrect, or I think you're lying, you lose a piece of freedom. This is symbolised by the rope. A wrong answer or lie will result in restraining your wrist or ankle. It's used to reinforce rules and encourage honesty. The black box underneath you will be used if you fail four questions, as you will be entirely restrained by that point. Hopefully I won't have to use that today."

He walked behind me, placing his hands on the back of my chair. "Only speak when spoken to and for this exercise you will address me as Sir."

Anxiety grew in my stomach causing me to feel sick.
"Any questions?"

My palms began to sweat and my mouth became dry. I shook my head.

"Then we will begin."