Ropes and gags

In the middle of the forest, I was being forcefully carried by someone, possibly Elijah. I couldn’t move to confirm that, but, to my knowledge, he was the only one standing next to me.  
I kicked and screamed, forgetting that there wasn’t anyone around to hear me cry for help. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t break free from my attacker. Where was Elijah in all that? If he wasn’t involved in it, why was he allowing that to happen to me? The attackers must have gotten to him as well. 
Oddly, my attacker was taking me inside the house. We were getting robbed! It was the only explanation for it. Luckily, it wasn’t my house, and I had nothing but my phone on me. Elijah was the one in dire trouble. In addition to a phone, he must at least have an expensive watch, a gold ring, or an earring with a wallet full of cash.  
“Please, let me go,” I cried. “I am just a poor maid. He is the wealthy man you want.” Begging for my life and directing the robbers' attention to Elijah seemed like the perfect yet traitorous plan that could take me directly to hell. 
They put me on a chair and began tying me up to it. I could have looked at my attackers' faces, but it didn’t interest me as I saw something that made my blood boil and made my eyes pop out of my sockets at the same time. Elijah was standing before me, recording my kidnapping on his phone with an evil smile of satisfaction. The tables had quickly and unanticipatedly turned on me. 
“What the fuck?!” I reacted and was immediately quietened by a gag in my mouth. I didn’t have the appropriate words to describe how much rage I was feeling for that piece of shit. Elijah had only met me. What problem could he possibly have with me? The mastermind behind it all had to be Nathaniel Sinclair. He wanted to make me pay and cleverly used his cousin to trap me.  
“And that’s enough,” said Elijah, putting down his phone. “Well done, boys. You can go now.” 
One man removed the gag from my mouth, and the other began untying me. “What the hell, Elijah? You made someone drag me inside and tie me up to a chair. Only to make a mockery of my horror by recording it.” 
“That’s not what I was doing here,” Elijah explained. “We needed proof of your kidnapping to send to Nathan. He would not believe some silly messages or a phone call. Visual proof makes it more believable.” 
Furiously, I kicked the chair. “You’re insane and not the funny and artistic insane I first thought you to be. You’re mentally deranged.” 
Elijah stared at me with an open mouth. He advanced towards me and showed me his phone. The video he had just made of me was playing on it. “Look at this. You look genuinely afraid for your life. Could we have achieved the same effect if I had told you? I suppose not. You are not an actor. Nathan would have seen right through your fake expressions. We had to make it appear natural. Amelia, I am a perfectionist. I apologize for scaring you to death.” 
I moved my gaze away from him, clenching my jaw. My pounding heart wasn’t letting me rest.  
Elijah signaled his hired actors to leave. ”You are not sure you can forgive me, right?” he said after they had left. “I know you must think of me as an ass for doing this to you after a serious panic attack. Believe me. I wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t necessary. Nathaniel is a difficult man who is very untrusting of everyone.” 
I remained steadfast in my decision not to spare him a look. “I think, at this rate, I will die. My heart can’t tolerate more.” 
Elijah took my hand and pressed his thumb on my wrist. “Your heart rate sounds concerning. Let me make it up to you. I am an experienced masseuse. Give me the honor of releasing your tension, miss.” 
“We are not here on a spa vacation.” I glared at him. “Why are you delaying sending the video to Nathan?” 
“Check the time, ma’am,” said Elijah, tapping his fingers on his Rolex. “It’s not been more than two hours since we left the mansion. Wouldn’t it look staged that the mafia kidnapped you so soon? It’s not as if they were waiting for you outside the boundaries of the Sinclair home.” 
“Alright,” I pouted. “Let’s wait then.” I put one leg on the other.  
“Are you planning to sit on this chair the whole time?” Elijah asked. 
“Nothing better seems to come into my mind,” I replied. 
He waved his hand before my face. “I politely offered you a massage. Here is a gentle reminder: You’re anti-Nathan, not anti-Elijah. And since we have met, having you dragged against your will into a home for a video is the only bad thing I have done to you. Is it so unforgivable that you are now going to treat me with the same hate you have for my cousin and everyone else who has hurt you in worse ways?” 
I relaxed my shoulders. Elijah was only trying to help me. His ways weren't as comfortable, but he didn’t have ill intentions. “I suppose not. I can accept a massage. With my clothes on, of course.” 
Elijah chuckled for a good while. “Who asked you to take them off? All I offered is to massage your shoulders to release any built-up knots or tension there.” Oh no! My imaginative mind had made it awkward. 
“Well, some people do it with oils, and for that, you have to take off your clothes to avoid stains,” I defended myself. 
“No need for oils.” Elijah showed off his fingers. “These things are magic themselves. You’ll experience a new depth of relaxation, I promise.” 
I half-heartedly agreed, and we moved to the couch. 
“Ah!” My sounds of relaxation were similar to that of an orgasm. I couldn’t control myself because Elijah’s fingers were better than his promises. He had been massaging me for ten minutes, and it felt like I was floating on clouds. My heart was beating normally at peace. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had reached an utter state of relaxation and inner peace.  
After a long massage, Elijah asked me to lie on a bed upstairs and rest. I dozed off within a second. I slept like a baby, free of the worries of the world. Elijah was a new essential to my stressful life. I had already asked him to become my permanent masseuse in my dreams. There was a whole ceremony dedicated to it, where we both said yes to the masseuse and customer relationship.  
A loud sound woke me up from my beautiful dream. I couldn’t tell what it was, but the sound seemed to come from downstairs. I quickly put on my shoes and hurried to the stairs.  
“I will kill you!” a familiar voice shouted. 
As I moved down the stairs, my feet froze in place. Nathan was standing in the hall with Elijah, and his hands were on his cousin’s collar. What terrified me even more was that there was blood on Elijah’s forehead.