Games || neverfearthedark
never-fear-thedark
The Doctor have a small chuckle. It was dry and had no real humour or happiness to it. He only did it to tease her.
“I find it funny.”
Then quickly, taking advantage of her already at the window, he took one large step and closed to the distance between them, pinning her body to the window overlooking the street. Pity it was night. Less people would see, but he left the lamp on so whoever walked by and looked up would see that Clara was his.
The laugh sent shivers of apprehension through Clara Oswin’s body and she gasped as he trapped her against the window, his long legs carrying him much faster than she’d anticipated. Anger and fear surged through her and she lashed out against the bigger man, her hand coming across his face with a loud crack. Brown eyes defiant and cross.
“Get away from me!”
A slap. Well that was interesting. Gave him a challenge. He always like to keep things fresh. Moving back ever so slightly, he began to unbuckle his belt and slide it out from the loops around his waist.
“You’re going to regret that Clara.” he muttered before grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her away from the window. There were so many places to choose from but the bed was the handiest. “Or maybe you won’t.”
Blind panic raged through her and she regretted the decision immediately. She struggled, crying out as his tight grip held her wrist captive and he yanked her from the window. She didn’t want this. She didn’t even know this man and yet he seemed to know her. Why was he doing this? What had she done? She tried to dig her nails into the flesh of his hand and free her other wrist, all the while dragging her feet.
“Let me go! Why are you doing this?”
“Let’s just say I like your face.. and body.” he teased, pushing her onto the bed and swiftly settling down on top of her.
Her hands were free to reach out and do some damage to him but he managed to regain his grasp on her wrist again and went to bind it to the bed post. There was still the second hand free but one of his shoelaces quickly sorted that out. He left her on the bed, one arm fasted to the post while he continued to sit on her and draw out the lace from one of his boots.
Gripping her free arm tightly, he yanked it up to the bed post and began to tie up that arm too.