MIRROR: Download from MEGA Click Here! Excerpt taken from the unfinished novel 'Backstage Pass' I declined to join the guys at the pub after our bands had done our soundchecks, as I was going shopping with Lene. I hadnâ€™t seen her since the night of the bomb scare and was curious as to whether or not sheâ€™d slept with my dildo up her arse that night as Iâ€™d told her to do. I looked forward to punishing her if the answer was no. Before I could meet her, though, I had to go back to the B&B as Iâ€™d forgotten my wallet. I jammed it hastily into the back pocket of my jeans and turned to leave the room, but then I stopped dead, frozen in horror. A tall man, his face hidden behind a balaclava, stood in the doorway. He wore scruffy clothes â€“ a light blue denim jacket and jeans with holes in the knees, a light grey hoodie and dirty trainers. One leather-gloved hand held a gun, which was now pointed directly at me. Before I had a chance to react, he slipped into the room and shut the door. Keeping the weapon trained on me, he advanced towards me, backing me up until I was forced to sit on the bed. Only then did he speak. â€˜Hands on your head,â€™ he ordered quietly, his words spoken with a rough London accent. â€˜Keep still and keep quiet. Donâ€™t try anything funny or I will shoot you.â€™ I was absolutely terrified, but also brave enough to demand the explanation I felt I deserved. â€˜I said keep quiet,â€™ he growled, his tone threatening. The ominous click of the gunâ€™s safety catch being removed scared me into obeying. He kept it pointed at me even as he opened the bedside cabinet and rifled through it, clearly in search of something. And I had the terrible feeling that I knew what that something was. My fear intensified as the masked man stood up, holding up some short lengths of rope. My stomach churned; Iâ€™d put all my kinky gear in the bedside cabinet. The last thing I wanted was to be held captive, completely helpless, by an armed man. â€˜Lie down and spread your limbs.â€™ With the barrel of the gun now pressing against my temple, I had no choice but to obey. As I was bound to the bed in a spread-eagled position, I cursed myself for not trying to make a run for it. And Jonas wouldnâ€™t be back for ages, as he was at the pub with the others. Oh, shit, I thought, trying to hold back a cry of fear, what have I got myself into? After checking my bonds and satisfying himself that they were secure, the gunman finally put away his weapon. His steel-grey eyes seemed to penetrate me as he spoke. â€˜That will keep you out of trouble. But donâ€™t think that I wonâ€™t shoot you if you give me good enough reason to. Iâ€™m looking for something, Lindsey, and I think you know what.â€™ I stared back at him, determined not to let him see how afraid I was. â€˜Graham sent you here, didnâ€™t he?â€™ â€˜Got it in one. Heâ€™s my dad. And he was really pissed off when your two henchmen broke into his office that night. If you tell me where his tape is, I can be on my way and no one need know I was ever here.â€™ â€˜Except my boyfriend, whoâ€™ll be back any minute now,â€™ I said, hoping heâ€™d believe me â€“ he wouldnâ€™t want to risk being seen by anyone. â€˜Then youâ€™d better start co-operating with me,â€™ he replied, his voice soft but distinctly threatening. â€˜I donâ€™t know where the tape is,â€™ I replied truthfully. â€˜It could have been destroyed for all I know.â€™ â€˜Donâ€™t lie to me, Lindsey.â€™ He reached into his inside jacket pocket for the gun. Oh, fuck, how was I going to get out of this one? I had to make him believe me. My life depended on it. â€˜Iâ€™m not lying,â€™ I replied, betrayed by the slight quiver in my voice. â€˜I swear to you Iâ€™m not.â€™ The hand about to pull out the gun became still. The masked manâ€™s eyes narrowed suspiciously and he stared at me for a long time. I stared back, heart pounding, wondering if this really was the end for me. Was I really about to die, alone but for my captor and helpless, for the sake of having given life to a sexual fantasy? Surely it wasnâ€™t worth going to these extremes. â€˜Okay,â€™ the young man finally said, his tone soft but reassuring this time. â€˜I believe you.â€™ I didnâ€™t realise I was holding my breath until I let it out gratefully. â€˜Thank you.â€™ He scowled. â€˜I donâ€™t know why youâ€™re thanking me, because this doesnâ€™t let you off the hook. Iâ€™ll have to take you to my dad now; heâ€™ll want to deal with you himself.â€™ â€˜No,â€™ I said, my voice barely above a whisper. â€˜You canâ€™t do that.â€™ â€˜And why not?â€™ My captor was amused now, his lips curling up into a grin. â€˜I can do anything I like, and youâ€™re not likely to disobey me with a gun held to your head, are you?â€™ I was afraid to reply. â€˜But there is another way for you to save your skin,â€™ he continued. â€˜All you have to do is pleasure me.â€™ â€˜Are you serious?â€™ I sputtered. â€˜Deadly.â€™ He laughed. â€˜My dad said you were good, and I have to admit that Iâ€™m a little curious myself.â€™ Bastard! I couldnâ€™t believe his cheek. But for some reason I couldn't understand, the thought of complying melted the fluttering of fear in my stomach into excitement.