Marissa saw that Sawyer froze briefly. Wonder why he would when she asked him to take her home. Her brow furrowed as dread filled her when he said “Sorry ma’am but I am under strict orders not to let you leave the premises.”Yes Marissa had agreed to stay but after Ricco acted like he didn’t care that he took too much blood from her. Marissa wanted to leave. Never thinking that Ricco would leave orders to not let her leave the building. Yes she should have. But she wasn’t quite thinking right, with the drinking and blood lose.<br/><br/>Marissa attention was brought back to Sawyer when said that he enjoyed his immortal life. What did that mean, she wondered. Surely Ricco would not kill Sawyer just because he went against Ricco’s orders. Would he? Firing him maybe but kill him.<br/><br/>A slight fear rose in her when Sawyer pushed the intercom button. No, no, no she said over and over quietly. Knowing that Ricco would not be happy with her for wanting to leave, mostly because she had agreed to stay.<br/><br/>Marissa gave a sharp “Hey” when Ricco grabbed her arm. Scream fowl names at him as he dragged her back to the bedroom they had been. Swing her first at him as they went. It did a little could. Next thing she knew she was threwn on the bed. She gave an uff when she hit the bed,<br/><br/>Marissa green eyes went wide as he pulled out a chain with buckle and lock. Scooting back as he grab for her leg. Putting up a fight which did little good. The cuff was locked on her ankle. Pulling at the chain as Ricco remind her that she agreed to stay with him. That she would remain chained up until he trusted her.<br/><br/>“Trust me, Trust me.Your talking about trusting. You the one that took too much blood and chaining me up.  Because I want to leave. And You are talking about trust.” Throwing glass wine at the door as it closed behind him. A string of curse words filled the room as she screamed.<br/>“You can’t do this to me! I didn’t agree to this.” Yanking on the chain at her was on her ankle. Trying to get it off. Cursing when she could not get it off. “This isn’t some form of twisted Shades of Grey you know.”<br/><br/>Marissa looked around the room seeing if there was something in the room to pick the lock. Stomping to the bathroom and found some Bobbie pins.Grabing a handful of the hair pins. Walking back to the bed. Surprise that she gotten some of her strength back. Slumping on the bed she went to work on the lock. Cursing every time the pins slipped and not open the lock. The last one broke and slicing her ankle. Cursing again as a small tickle of blood came from the tiny cut. Streams tears fell as she realized her attempts of freeing herself were futile. Slowly she fell asleep.