"Caden, if you don't let me up, I swear I will call the cops on you." I growled about fifteen minutes in my torture.

"You have nothing on me." He said. My position had been adjusted so that I was laying on my belly, on the ground. That wasn't so bad. The bad part was the boys were using my back as foot rests. They leaned against the couch, sitting on the floor with me. Mason had two pillows pressed against his back so that he could reach his little feet out to rest them in the middle of my back.

Caden chose to leave his feet on top of my ass.

I could've easily gotten up if it hadn't been for Caden tying his belt around my thighs, holding the end in his hands. He used one of Mason's little belts to tie my wrists together, letting Mason hold onto the end of that one. If I tried to move, they yanked on the belts, which was tight enough to cause me much pain. They prevented me from escaping.

That boy seriously wanted me to lick him.

"Sexual harassment." I said after thinking for a moment "This is sexual harassment."

He smirked, "You're just upset that I have you under my control."

"This isn't fair!" I yelled, trying to bang my fists against the ground.

"Its entirely fair." Caden yawned, before looking at my brother "Mason you have twenty more minutes til bed-time."

I groaned again, laying my head on the carpet. Mother was definitely hearing about this. I focused on the television which was playing in the background. Spongebob was on, distracting Mason from virtually everything around him.

I had no idea what episode it was, not being a huge fan of Spongebob myself.

I counted down the minutes, wondering how Caden planned on getting Mason to bed if I wasn't allowed up. I gritted my teeth, wondering if he was going to force me to lick him or not. Just the thought made me feel my dinner start to crawl up my throat.

Twenty minutes later, I found out what was going to happen. Caden grabbed the remote next to him, flicking the television off. He sighed, looking down at Mason.

"You know the drill, little buddy." He said. Mason pouted, crossing his little arms.

"I'm not tired!" My brother whined.

Caden rolled his eyes, "Yes you are. Let's go to bed."

Mason whined a little more before finally stopping. He could tell Caden meant business. I frowned; Mason never stopped that easily for me. Usually, I was forced to drag him up the stairs if he acted that way.

I felt the feet leave my body as the boys stood up. I rolled over, waiting for Caden to release the belts that bound my body. He looked down at me before scooping Mason up in his arms, throwing him over his shoulder.

"Where are you going?" I snapped, squirming around like a worm.

"To take your brother to bed" Caden said, pausing at the stairs. He turned around, looking back at me with a devilish grin on his face "Unless you want to finish your end of the deal..."

I gave him the Death Glare. Caden chuckled to himself, turning around and walking up the stairs. I watched Mason wave to me as Caden carried him up to his bedroom. I hated that boy. He was purposely trying to give me a hard time. And why?

What had I done to him?

Nothing! I had done nothing to him!

I cussed under my breath, trying to get my body in the sitting position. The belt around my thighs contracted, causing pain. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore it while I maneuvered my body around. I finally managed to get into an upright position, my back leaning against the couch, legs stretched straight out. I closed my eyes, resting my hands on my lap.

"Breathe in....breathe out....breathe in.... breathe out...." I whispered to myself, trying to control my anger.

I heard a chuckle from across the room. My eyes opened, searching for the source of the laugh. Caden stood, leaning against the doorway frame, smirking at me. I glared at him again, hoping maybe he'd leave.

"'Breathe in... breathe out'. Really, pumpkin, really?" He shook his head, walking over to me.

"Could you please release these belts?" I asked nicely, figuring I could probably figure it out if I had enough time. Surprisingly, Caden nodded walking over to me. He knelt down beside me, resting his hand on my thigh.

"Since you said please..." He smirked at me, releasing the belt from around my thighs. Caden pulled it out from under me, standing up to hook it back around his pants. I held my wrists up for him. "What do you want now?"

"Could you release my wrists too?" I growled, unable to control my anger. I wished I didn't have this stupid belt binding my hands so that I could reach out and slap Caden's stupid smirk right off his stupid face.

Caden thought for a moment, putting his index finger to his chin. "Hmmm.."

"Caden" I hissed, my voice dangerously threatening

"Well, you haven't done anything nice to me since I started working here..." He said "...and you didn't fulfill your punishment. So I'm thinking you can get your hands out on your own if you really want them freed"

I glared at him, grinding my teeth together. "You're a douche-bag"

"What your language" He teased, turning the television on.

I bent my wrist as far as it would go, trying to reach the end of the belt. The tips of my fingers brushed it, not getting a good enough grip to pull. I tried again with my other hand, failing once more.

"Pumpkin, you're not going to get it that way" He said. "Use your teeth"

I ignored his suggestion, continuing to try it my way. Couldn't let him see that I knew that would work.

"Could you call me by my name, please?" I muttered.

"Oh I'm sorry" He fixed his mistake "Joanna, you're not going to get it that way. I suggest you use your teeth"

"I told you. My name is Joey"

"I like pumpkin better"

"I don't. Now call me Joey"

"Whatever, pumpkin" He said, just to annoy me. I cussed at him under my breath, knowing he would hear. He ignored it, eyes focused on the TV. Caden sat on the couch, his left leg right next to my body.

I turned my body away, trying to hide what I was doing as I brought my bound wrists to my mouth. I moved the end of the belt to where I could grip it with my teeth, giving it a pull to release it. After trying a few times, I managed to loosen the belt enough to shimmy it down my wrists.

As soon as it was off, I reached over, slapping Caden across the face.

"You fucking asshole" I hissed, glaring at him.

He smirked "Looks like my idea worked, didn't it?"

I could see a faint red mark from where my hand had hit him. He ignored my slap, acting as though it never happened. Which in turn, made me angier.

I slapped him again with my other hand. On the other side of his face.

Two matching red handprints tattooed his face. Caden ignored both, still smirking at me. I could feel my hands tingling from the slap, knowing I definitely hit him hard enough for him to feel it. Why wouldn't he just give in and accept the fact that I hurt him twice?

"You're so freaking...ugh!" I yelled, standing up and walking away from him. My legs felt weird after being clamped together for so long.

"Oh relax" Caden said, rolling his eyes at me "Its not like I kidnapped you. It was a harmless joke. I didn't even make you lick me!"

"Thank God for that" I muttered "It was the same as kidnapping! You forced me against my will to lie down there and become your foot rest! Think of yourself lucky if the worst that happens to you is that you're fired!"

He laughed, "I highly doubt that I'm going to be fired for having a little fun"

"Want to bet?" I snarled, walking over to him. He stood up, towering over me.

"I'd love to" He said, humoring me.

"My mother won't keep you around if she finds out you've been sexually harassing me, not caring for Mason, and being a total douche bag!" I hissed at him.

He chuckled "I doubt she'll believe any of that. After all, Mason just adores me from what she says." He crossed his arms in victory "She'll never believe I sexually harassed you. One, because it never actually happened, and two, because that's exactly something you would say to try and get me fired. Don't think your mother hasn't told me everything you've said to try and get her to fire me."

I gaped at him. How dare he say that! "Excuse me? You don't talk to me like that! You better respect me or else--"

"Or else what?" He countered, knowing I had no answer.

"Or else there will be hell to pay. No one, I mean no one gets away with speaking to me like that" I growled at him, getting in his face. "I'm not about to let that stop with you"

"We'll see"

"Oh yes. We will"

I shoot him a look before turning around and storming off to my room. How dare he think that he could talk to me like that! He talked to me as though I was nothing! If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have a job. If I hadn't slacked on taking care of Mason, Mother would've never grown worried about his care and hired that bastard boy.

I peeked into Mason's room, noticing he was sound asleep in his bed before continuing down to my room. I closed my door behind me, trying to keep the noise level down. I flicked the lights on, pacing back and forth.

It disgusted me that he was downstairs watching my television in my house. Of all the people Mother could've choosen, why did she have to pick the one that would be the biggest asshole to me? She'd told me many times that assholes were never dating material.

It didn't work for her, why would it work for me? I was a clone of her in every way. I acted like she did at my age, I looked like she did at my age, I even had the same interests that she did. Of course, she didn't share those qualities with me now, but she constantly told me I am just like her.

So why would she think I would enjoy having a douche-bag have total control over what goes on in my house while she's not around?

I groaned, sitting on my bed.

I looked up at the ceiling, asking a question aloud. "Why me? Why do you hate me?"

I didn't get an answer. Not that I expected one. Instead, I crawled under the covers hoping that maybe when I awoke, Caden wouldn't be in my house.