Author’s note: This story arc is meant to take place during the Angel Season 1 episode “Five by Five” where Faith captures Wesley.

You wake up feeling really groggy. You vaguely remember being knocked out by the rogue slayer Faith when she attacked you and Cordelia together at Cordelia’s apartment.

You look around finding yourself lying on a bed in an empty room. Cordelia is nowhere in sight. Neither is Faith.

“Cordelia...” You murmur worriedly, If she's here you have to find her. You walk out of the room cautiously.

“Leaving so soon Wes?”

You turn to see Faith standing in the hallway.

You try to attack her but you are no match for her slayer strength. She forces you against the wall and pins you there pressing her arm against your throat.

“I’m surprised you didn’t tie me up to begin with. You could have avoided the whole escape attempt thing.” You say struggling.

“Aw….I didn’t know you were into that.” She grins. “Truth is I don’t need it though, I can handle you like a child.” She releases you and giggles as you catch your breath. “Case in point.”

“Where’s Cordelia?” you ask her.

She smiles “Relax…I only took you with me. I figured that we would get to spend some alone time together.” She strokes your arm seductively.

“What do you want Faith?” You ask her obvious contempt dripping from your voice.

She looks a little hurt but she she quickly covers it up giving a fake smile. “It’s not really about you Wes…you’re just the bait for Angel.”

You bite your lip realizing that she intends to use you to set a trap for your friend. You make another escape attempt throwing a punch towards her face but she dodges and pushes you to the ground holding you there by placing her foot on your chest.

“You know you don’t have to make this difficult. Just give him a call telling him you need his help, where we are, yadda yadda yadda...maybe throw in a scream or two. My bad girl reputation would do the rest.” She says taking her foot off of you and letting you up.

You cough in response. “Like hell I will.”

She sighs. “Fine, I guess that I will have to make you wriggle around for me like a good little worm.” She pushes you onto a chair and begins tying you to it. “Thought I would take you up on your rope recommendation you gave me earlier.” She says giving you a playful wink. “You know Wes, I never did pay you back for turning me over the watcher’s council as a rogue slayer…did I?” She pulls the rope tightly hurting your wrists.

You grunt in pain.

She smiles “So let’s see...5 basic torture groups to play around with… blunt, sharp, hot, cold and loud…do you have a preference?”

“Do what you want…I’m not going to cooperate.”

She smirks. “Look who grew a spine since he left Sunnydale. It’s still not going to help you though. I’ll have you begging to please me soon enough.”

She picks up a shard of broken glass lying around the room but then smiles as she reconsiders. “Nah I’ve got a better way to deal with you.”

Pulling up a chair in front of you, Faith sits down and begins taking off her boots and socks. You stare at her bare feet awkwardly as she teasingly places them in your lap. You’re embarrassed to admit but Faith’s feet are really cute. You estimate them to be about a size 7. Her toenails are painted a dark shade of red.

“You know I always suspected you had a little bit of a foot fetish Wes. The way you would always glanced towards the floor every so briefly when me or Buffy were in the room. Sure, she would just chalk it up to shyness, being polite or a bizarre British personality trait but I didn’t quite buy it. Do you like my feet Wesley?”

She sees a bead of sweat drip down your face and grins taking it as confirmation. “Look like I was right. Heh heh I knew it. I figured that acting all polite and proper you had to be masking something kinky,” She wiggles her toes playfully as she brings them to your face. “Well this is your lucky day Wes…you get to be my footslave for awhile.”

What does she do to you?