Thread: A Christmas Gift (randomname98766789 and KatherineMinola)

Jenna relaxed a little when Bryce Adams appeared and walked toward her, his face a mask of shock at seeing her. She remembered him, the shy, quiet football player from her high school. She'd even had a little crush on him during her senior year, but then finals had been approaching, so she'd thrown all of her attention into her studies, and before she knew it, she was graduating and starting college. Bryce gently caressed her with the back of his hand, and she sighed softly behind the duct tape gag. He was a good guy. He would release her. Go on, Bryce. She is yours. His mother began again in that too-sweet voice. We had her for the past week down in the basement. Weve been trying to get her into shape for this day. We know how much you liked her and we know how much all of this must appeal to you. Dont fight it, son. Theres nothing wrong with giving into your desires. She is yours now. Shes not going anywhere. Take your time with this and just enjoy it all. We are so proud of you, Bryce. This was the least we could do. Her body tensed at the woman's words, and she waited for Bryce to tell the woman that she was insane, that they had to release her immediately. His words, however, caused a sick feeling in her stomach. Thanks Mom, Thanks Dad. This is the best present ever, he said, looking at his parents. He turned back to her, and his hands slid from her cheek to her neck, and he slowly slid them both down her barely-clad body, following her curves as he did so. He spoke to her in a low voice, Were going to have so much fun together. I know youre going to eventually see how great this is. He returned his gaze to his parents and said, I think Ill keep her all tied up and gagged while I open everything else. Besides, she looks too good to be untied. The Adamses laughed at their son's declaration, and his father winked, Thats the spirit, Bryce. And I agree. You can keep her tied up for as long as you want. We might even have some presents for you under the tree to help. Bryce laughed and lifted Jenna into his arms, holding her close to his body. Although she was angry and scared, there was something in the way he cradled her that made her feel safe. She shook that thought from her head as he placed her on the sofa and sat beside her, opening gift after gift of books, video games, athletic equipment, and a phone. She watched in silence as he tackled a huge box, and fear crept into her heart when she saw the bondage and BDSM equipment inside. Surely, surely he wasn't seriously going to use those things on her! The last item he pulled from the box was a shiny, leather collar that had the words Property of Bryce Adams imprinted on it. He smiled widely, Ooh, look at this, he cooed, showing it to her. Now, lets get this on you. He raised her long hair out of the way, and he latched it around her neck. Her pulse pounded wildly as she watched the family hug, and anger shot through her. Who did these people think they were? Well, it's time to give you a tour, Bryce said, lifting her into his arms again. He carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom, tossing her lightly onto the bed. Her eyes filled with scared and angry tears, and he wiped them from her cheeks. Dont look so afraid, Jenna. I will not hurt you. I will never hurt you unless you give me a reason to. Ive wanted to be with you for such a long time. I just never got the courage to ask you out. Then we went off to college separately, and I thought my opportunity was gone but now I know that Ive been given a second chance, weve been given a second chance. I wont blow it this time, Jenna. Im going to take care of you, we will grow old together, get married, have a family. It will be so wonderful. He kissed her through the duct tape gag, then peeled the tape from her mouth. Jenna gulped in fresh air, her entire being on high alert with fear and anger. Are you completely insane, Bryce? she asked, her voice shrill and rattled with fear. You should have worked up the nerve to ask me on a date! You can't kidnap and hold me hostage. That's illegal, immoral, unethical, and I want you to let me go...right now! Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, her lips bruised from the duct tape gags.