Elaborate Ties & White Lies (Lesbian)

Chapter 1: Awake

Nerissa was woken from her nap with an awful headache.

Her brain pounded against the inside of her skull, her temples thumping rapidly.

"Fuck..."

She felt a coolness against her cheek and burrowed her face into it in an attempt to make the earth stop quivering.

A dull hum made her brain rattle, doing nothing to lessen the immense pain in her head.

"She's awake, Jerrico," a deep voice grunted, startling Nerissa. She froze instantly, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.

"I gathered as much, you imbosil," another voice, much deeper than the first, replied in a snarky tone.

A long silence. Only then did she peel her eyes open, but was mortified to find that she couldn't. A piece of fabric was tied tightly over her eyes, blinding her. She tried to reach up and take the blind- fold off, but her hands were tied behind her back with rope.

"What do we do?"

"Travel the rest of the way in silence, you twit. I have a migraine and your constant blabbering isn't making anything better," Jericco growled.

It suddenly occurred to Nerissa that the hum in her head was the engine of a car.

Oh god.

The fear set in. She panicked.

She started thrashing, pulling at her binds. Terrified squeals escaped her mouth as she rolled around, helplessly.

"Help!" Her body lifted and came back down hard when the car hit a bump. A grunt escaped her mouth, her shoulder aching from the impact.

"For the love of god, woman, no one can hear you, so stop screaming; its making my ears bleed," Jerrico yelled over her shrieks.

She screamed louder.

"Jonathan, silence her before I shoot her."

Nerissa screamed again, but was cut off by something being placed over her mouth. Duct tape?

Still, she continued trying her bindings, her body bouncing in unison with the vehicle.

Hot tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to reach for the rope on her ankles with her hands behind her back.

"Holy shit, do you ever stop fidgeting?"

Nerissa thrashed harder just to spite Jerrico, but almost laughed when Jonathan responded in a defensive tone.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it!"

A sigh. "Why did she even hire you?"

"Because-"

"That was rhetorical, you dimwit."

She almost laughed. If her own fear and self- preservation weren't choking her, she would have.

Another bump sent her flying in the air and back down again, a muffled whimper breaking the silence that had settled.

"We should've put a mattress down for her," Jonathan said.

A slap. "This is a kidnapping, not a secret getaway vacation."

"So? She's probably going to have deep bruises on her side now. She said she wants her delivered bruisless and cognisent. We've already broken one of those rules, Jerrico."

"Knocking her out was necessary, Jonathan. She nearly ripped my ear off with her teeth. Plus, she's cognisent now, isn't she?"

Jonathan clucked his tongue.
"If she's pissed, it's on you."