The basement was dimly lit, promoting some bit of vision as I made my way to the bed that Zack laid on. Just like the previous night, he was cuffed to the frame, stripped of any comfort during his sleep.
He was facing the wall, making it impossible for me to read his face in this so-called slumber. But I could already feel that he was feigning his sleep.
No sane mind would dare fall deeply asleep in the enemy's territory.

I moved my feet, covered warmly by the fluffy slippers, till they were slightly under his bed while I peeped to catch any reaction from him.

'Do you really think I'm that stupid?' I questioned bringing my index finger up to poke his arm.
Nothing...

I poked again.
But he still clung on to his act.

His lack of reaction gave me another method of torturing him which didn't involve pain but would still be bad enough.
To execute it, I need something soft and light like a...feather.
And without wasting another breath, I dashed away from the bed and hurried out of the basement.
Suddenly, the thrill of my 'evil' plan made my blood feel like it was bubbling, unable to flow normally.

I could already see Zack sneezing and guffawing as I tickled him with a feather.
Since Luke had warned me once more about his unhealed head scar, what better punishment than laughter?

The time it took me to get back in the basement was almost half of the time I had used to run up to my bedroom. This only showed how eager I was to try this new punishment.
He was bound, I had nothing to fear even if he awoke.

I was panting by the time I went back to stand next to the bed.
Armed with two colorful feathers in my right hand, I stretched out my arm.
The first stroke was along his jawline beneath his beard then down to his neck.
Still, Zack gave nothing.

This was a challenge, one I gladly accepted. After all, I had the entire night to play with him while he could only lay there and be tormented by me.
"Playing tough huh?"

I directed the tips of the feathers along his temple and slowly down till they brushed his nostrils.
There was a slight stir as he turned his head to my side, facing me with his eyes still shut.

I paused for a moment, giving him some time to adjust to the game without knowing where I would strike next.
Toying with him, I hovered my hand aimlessly above his face. His eyeballs were moving under those eyelids, confirming my pretense theory.

Without any awareness, I heard a soft chuckle escape my lips at how silly he looked. But I was more elated by being the one in power.
"Who are you protecting Zack? All these sufferings can go away if you-" I attacked his left eyelashes, brushing the feathers gently and keenly till he turned his head again to the other side.

This made me sit beside him, resting my left hand next to the right side of Zack's waist for easier access to his face.
"I can promise to release your girlfriend as well if you can help me find Jack," I added a benefit, just in case his twisted mind could be tricked.

The feather continued moving on every inch of his face, leaving little goosebumps all over just like the ones appearing on his exposed arms.
The game was starting to grow exciting.
I could tell he was holding in a tough sneeze, and boy was I waiting for him to break down.

I changed my target and moved down to his neck, then his arms, and finally, his abdomen.
I pushed the hem of the black t-shirt he wore, exposing firm abs, and the V-line above the bands of the sweatpants he wore.

It distracted me for a moment as a memory of Jack's naked body slipped into my mind. Why did they have to look so similar including the curves on their bodies?
My sane side slapped me back to reality, and my hand corresponded by brushing the feathers on his skin.
His abs immediately went rigid just like his moderately large biceps.

"If you don't say anything, I'll continue with this all, night, long," I whispered a warning, which he obviously thought was a bluff.

I noticed that his abdomen seemed to be more sensitive than his face and neck, especially when the tips brushed the area above his loins.
The naughty side of me encouraged me to use his weakness even though it didn't sit right with my mind.

But if it would get him to talk, I didn't mind slipping the feathers under the sweatpants bands.
The more I attacked the sensitive area, the more Zack began responding. He started wriggling his body to evade the feathers.
His motion made me, thoughtlessly, hop on the bed and straddle him to keep his legs under control. Nothing more than that.

The second my butt descended on his groin, his eyes instantly popped open.
"Get off!" He grunted, veins surfacing along his neck from an internal conflict.

"Answer me."
My hand continued gliding the feathers on his skin, teasing him without an end.

He pushed his head backward and firmly on the pillow, his arms pulling at the cuffs while his waist twisted.
"Argh! Stop it!" Zack yelled, his eyes squeezed shut and his face reddening.
"Get off of me woman!"

I chuckled as a response to his arrogant order. Did he think I wouldn't find ways to make him miserable?
"Annie get off of me, right now!" He hissed raising his head in a swift jerk. His eyes were trying to burrow holes in mine, but I didn't mind one bit.

"Where's Jack? Who sent you here? What do you want?" I asked leaning forward and down, pressing my chest on his till our breaths mingled.
I liked seeing him so helpless.
I liked seeing him glare at me because that was the only freedom he had.

"I don't know of this Jack you keep pestering me about. Now get that damned ass off my-"

I pushed his head back down by shoving his shoulders down.
A low deep grunt left his mouth, slipping into my ears like an invitation.
"I only want my Jack back. As for what your mission is-"

"To kill you!" Zack hissed.

"Oh really?! Then you'll fail miserably."

"No honey, I haven't. I just don't feel like killing this pretty face of yours just yet," he said through ragged breaths.
I watched his eyes fall straight down to my lips, reminding me of what had happened during the day.

I jerked upright, only to sit down on something hard. And if that was not humiliating enough, my left palm was spread on the hardness of his abs, making the pose seem more intimate than it was.

The size of my eyeballs must have doubled from how big I felt them growing.
Zack chuckled before thrusting his hips up to make me bounce on his aroused thing.
His laughter continued growing even as I scuffled off of him, almost tripping.

"Come on! Didn't you enjoy sitting on me?"

"Shut up!" I yelled throwing the feathers to the ground.

Why?
Why was I embarrassed about his arousal?
I wasn't the pervert, he was.
I was the one in charge.
And he was the prisoner.
A perverted, horny, and sick prisoner.