So she suspected a trap was in play here and honestly he agreed with her. Something like this has been brewing for a while and he doubted that they wanted to ever get caught. He pulled out of her knowing that the fun and games were over. Sex was not an option anymore in their little relationship. He moved himself off of her and looked at his torn jeans and shook his head with a light laugh, â€œPrisoner? Who ever said you were, but you could have been nicer to my pants.â€ He tossed them directly into the trash and slipped on another pair along with a black muscle shirt. He reached into his closet and pulled out her weapons, turned back to her, and crossed his arms over his chest without giving them to her, â€œI was just keeping these until I found out if you were a threat or not.â€ Of course she still was a threat and he really did not want to give her a weapon just yet. Right now she was at her strongest from the amount of blood she took and that too was his mistake. â€˜Should have fucked her from behind.â€™ He thought casually but just shrugged his shoulders, â€œI know you said that you would work with me on this but can I really trust you enough to return this?â€