I looked over at the door, and noticed the handle had been removed. I got up and tried to peer out of the hole but it was too dark to see anything. I put my finger into the hole and tried pulling and pushing on the door hoping that perhaps he had left it open and this nightmare was over, but I knew it would be padlocked. And it was.
My stomach filled with dread as I turned. I wrapped myself in the blanket and slumped back up against the door on the cold cement floor. I remembered hearing a news story about a man who had kidnapped a woman my age and held her hostage for over five years, using her body for his pleasure, raping her anytime he felt like it, while he kept her locked up in his basement. I had a dreaded feeling that this, too, was to be my fate. I sobbed, using the blanket to wipe my nose.
I kept track of the time by when one program ended and another started. I stopped crying for brief periods telling myself that eventually there would be an opportunity for me to escape. But as I searched for such opportunities, it didn’t seem as likely, and I would start crying again. I sat there for three hours listening to the sound of my sobs, my fears welling up inside of me, causing my body to shake and tremble at times.
I heard the heavy metal door from upstairs open and then bang shut loudly. My heart started to race, knowing he was back. I pulled myself from the floor and went back to sitting on the bed listening carefully as he unlocked the padlock and slowly pushed the door open. His face once again covered in the mask and his bright eyes beaming from behind it. He wore a long sleeved white button up shirt, the same kind of pants he wore last night and the same boots. He had a paper bag in one hand, which he set on the floor near the bed as he sat down next to me.
“I hope you slept well, Princess,” he said. He reached for my hair as I tightened my hold on the blanket and wrapped myself tighter in it. “I have some good news, my dear. All of the lab tests came back great. This means you get to get out of here today.” He was still petting my hair, and I could feel my insides churning.
“I brought you some food if you’re hungry.” He reached for the paper bag on the floor.
“I’m not,” I said coldly, looking at the half open door and wondering if I shouldn’t at least make an attempt to run.
“Alright then, suit yourself.” He got up, walked to the door and grabbed something from just outside the door. It was the duffel bag from last night. “I think it best if we get going now then.”
He pulled a black silky looking bag from the duffel, along with a nice looking white short-sleeved button up. He put the shirt in my lap and told me to put it on. He watched intently as I buttoned it fully.
“I’m sorry that I must cover your pretty face, my dear, it really is for the best this way.” He motioned for me to lower my head.
I did so with great reluctance, while he put the silky black bag over my head, securing it with some sort of thin rope. The material was very thick and my breath was already making it very warm under the cloth.
He traced my shoulders with his fingertips, and then lowered them to my breasts tracing the bottom-rounded area of them. I flinched not wanting him to touch me.
He lightly caressed his way to my hands and then held one of them in his. I heard him going through his duffel bag again. “I’m going to cuff your wrists now, my dear.”
I felt a soft padded material on my wrist, and listened to him fasten what felt like a leather cuff. My insides churned and my stomach felt queasy. He did the same with my other wrist and then held the two together while he locked them.
“Stay put for a moment, Precious.”
He stroked my long red hair fully pulling it down around my back, and I felt him leave the bed. I could hear him turning off the television and zipping up his duffel bag. He took hold of my left arm.
“Up we go, Precious.” He pulled, helping me to my feet. He held my arm firmly while we walked, my bare feet collecting the dirt and grit from the floor. I was disoriented from not being able to see where I was going. He slid his arm in around my waist. “We’re at the stairs my dear, tread carefully.”
I counted the thirty-two steps it took to reach the big metal door as my left hand scaled the peeling gray paint on the handrail. I could smell the fresh air even through the thick black material as he opened the door. We took about twelve steps and I heard him open a car door.
“Watch your step, dear. It’s time to get into the car.”
He guided and helped me into what I presumed to be the back seat and closed the door. It took him a couple of minutes and then I heard another door open, the weight of the car shifted as he got in. Then the door slammed shut as he started the car. I could smell his cologne and moved to the opposite side of the car near the window.
It must have been well over an hour of driving and he did not say a word. I sat silently as close to the door as I could, leaning my shoulder against it, the sound of soft music playing on the radio. I should be terrified right now and crying, but such was not the case. I was more angry than scared. And I really felt like I was going to be the next victim talked about on the news. And if such were the case, I wanted it to be over sooner rather than later. After another hour or so had past, he asked me if I was doing okay.
“I’m doing just fine for someone who has just been kidnapped,” I barked behind the thick cloth, wanting him to notice my sarcasm.
I heard him sigh heavily and then he turned up the elevator music. I thought of trying to get this hood off my face, but I could feel his eyes peering at me in the review mirror.
The car came to a stop and he shut it off. I listened as he moved, turning to face me as he leaned over the back seat. He removed the dark hood from my face. I squinted as the light hit my eyes. He no longer had his mask on.
I looked into the face of my abductor for the first time. His thick salt and pepper hair cut short. His eyebrows were full and slightly bushy looking, his nose held a slender slope, and I could see from the wear on his shaved face he was in his mid forties. His bright sky blue eyes accentuated his whole face.
“When we get out of the car, I will put a sweater over the cuffs around your wrists. If you attempt to run, I promise you that you will regret it. Do you understand me, Princess?” He held my face in his right hand firmly, awaiting my answer.
I looked past him out the window to see a large hotel, but I couldn’t see the name, and it appeared he had parked in the back. I nodded my head stiffly and he let go of my face. He pulled a black sweater from the front seat and draped it in between my cuffed wrists, making it look like I was carrying the sweater. Then he held out a pair of white summer sandals and dropped them to the floor near my feet.
“Slip those on, my dear.” He kept looking at my face while I slipped each of my feet into the sandals. “I’m getting out now. After I help you out I expect you to keep your eyes down and not look at anyone while we go upstairs. Do you understand me, Precious?” He was opening his door, not really worried about my answer.
He opened the back door and took hold of my arm, helping me out of the car. He hooked his arm into mine as we walked to the building, telling me to keep my eyes down. He opened the door to a hallway that led up a set of stairs. We walked up six flights of stairs each with fourteen steps before going through the door leading to his room. I noticed a couple at the far end of the hallway waiting on the elevator.
“Eyes down, Princess,” he squeezed my arm harshly.
I cast my eyes to the pink and gray thinly worn carpet, watching each step my feet took in the white sandals. I could sense his nervousness as he picked up the pace. I’m sure he didn’t want people to see us together. He slowed down as we reached room 618 at the farthest end of the corridor. He slid his keycard into the door and I heard it click.
He kept a tight grip on my arm as we entered the room. He barred the door once we were both inside, and let go of me.
The suite was enormous. There was a full kitchen, a very large dining room and two closed doors leading to what I assumed to be bedrooms. There was a large flat scr
een television in both the open kitchen area and the dining room area. The rooms were quite decadent in decor. A large table outside of the kitchen area all nicely polished, with four matching chairs, a beautiful bouquet of flowers on a handcrafted doily in middle of the table. Beyond that, a large open area where the television was, a large leather sofa with luxurious throw pillows on each end, and glass coffee table with a couple of books on it.
The carpet throughout was thick and plush and a brownish red color to match the room. A very nice bar was set up in the corner opposite of the leather sofa, with a smaller round table near the windows and two matching chairs. The thick, heavy maroon curtains, drawn shut, gave the room a late afternoon appearance.
This suite must be very expensive, I thought as he guided me over to the leather sofa and motioned for me to take a seat. He sat close to me as he pulled the sweater from between my wrists. He reached into his shirt pocket retrieving a small key. He unlocked the little gold padlock that held the leather cuffs together and my hands were finally free. He started to unfasten the cuffs and remove them, setting them on the glass table in front of us.
“Now, let’s get you into something a little more comfortable, shall we?” His lips turning up into a half smile.
He reached under the sofa, pulling out a white leather collar, attached to the collar was a gold padlock just like the one on the cuffs, and a long gold chain, the end of which remained hidden under the sofa. Using the same key as for the cuffs, he opened the lock on the collar and spread it open as he moved it to my neck fastened it and then clasped the padlock shut.
I glared at him as he pulled a few hairs from beneath the collar and then brushed my bangs from my eyes. His eyes looked admiringly at me as I sat there with a rather irate look on my face, my hands folded in my lap. The weight of the chain pulled at the collar around my neck and I looked down the length of the chain to my feet. I wondered if this was how a dog felt when people brought them home from the pound for the first time.
“What’s the matter, dear, don’t you like your surroundings?” He was trailing his fingers through my hair, I winced as his fingers caught in a tangle and he pulled through it anyway.
“I don’t like, you,” I shot back angrily. I pulled my head away from his hand ripping the rest of my tangled hair through his fingers.
“Oh, my, my, my Precious, I think my scared little rabbit has developed an attitude hasn’t she?” His hand went back to my hair even though I tried to move my head avoiding it.
He gripped it firmly at the base of my head and squeezed. My body tensed up and I gasped from the pain. He turned my head and looked directly into my eyes.
“I love a challenge, my dear.” He smiled, pressing his lips hard against mine and my hands moved to his chest, trying to push him away.
“Stop it,” I tried to cantor as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. My hands clawed at his chest before I bit his tongue hard.
“You fucking bitch!” he roared, pulling back quickly letting go of my hair.
The back of his hand struck my face hard as he got up from the sofa, the sting and heat from the slap spread throughout my face and down my neck as I brought my right hand to my face, feeling the welts starting to form. Tears welled up in my eyes but I fought to hold them back, as I gathered my composure.
I watched him get up and get a bottle of water from the fridge, rinsing his mouth and spitting in the sink. Then he drank the remaining water and left the bottle near the sink. He turned to face me with a glare in his eyes, observing me carefully as he walked back over to the sofa and stood in front of me.
He took hold of the chain and pulled me to my feet, keeping a tight grip on the chain and not allowing any slack. He gripped my face painfully in his right hand while holding firmly to the chain with the other.
“Do not test me, Precious. It is not my intent to harm you in any way. However, if you choose to get violent with me I will swiftly put you in your place by any means necessary. Should you feel the need to scream I will be forced to gag that pretty mouth of yours, and if you keep trying to claw me, I will have no choice but to put you in full restraints. Do you understand me?”
His eyes bored through me as he inched his face closer and closer to mine as he spoke pulling up harder on the chain, forcing me to my tiptoes while the collar bit into my skin. I nodded my head to the best of my ability, trying to hold back the tears while his grip remained firm on my face.
“Say it, bitch,” he growled. “Say, ‘Yes, Sir, I understand’.”
My lower lip was trembling, and I could feel my palms taking on that cold clammy feeling.
“Yes, Sir, I understand,” I said through my clenched teeth.
He let go of my face, and lowered his hand holding the chain allowing me to stand comfortably.
“Let’s get you out of these grubby cloths, shall we?” he said, trying to sound calmer. He started to unbutton the white blouse, his eyes showing excitement with each undone button from the first to the last. He slipped the soft material from my shoulders and let it fall to the leather sofa. His arms slipped under mine as he unfastened my bra and put it with the blouse. The chain was cold against my bare skin and I shuddered. He stepped back a little, a pert smile on his face in admiration of my naked chest.
“Hands up behind your neck, Princess….now,” he ordered.
I coyly complied, putting my hands behind my neck and locking my fingers together.
“Good, very nice, princess. I want you to stay just like that while I finish undressing you, understand?” He paused, awaiting my compliance.
I nodded.
“No dear, give me the respect I deserve.”
I watched him raise an eyebrow, his eyes once again boring a hole into mine. “Yes, Sir, I understand,” I repeated very quietly.
He stepped close to me again, reaching up and running his fingers through the hair around my face. He softly stroked my neck with his right hand as his fingers trailed down my chest to my breasts. He squeezed them in both hands and then rubbed my pert nipples with his thumbs.
I shuddered, feeling angry. I almost thought I heard a tiny groan from his lips. I started to feel my knees shake and I fought against the fear knowing it was something he seemed to enjoy.
His hands wrapped around my lower back and then slid to my buttocks, squeezing them hard, and I gasped as he pulled my pelvis towards his. He lowered himself into a squatting position, delicately kissing my stomach just above the waist of my skirt, while his fingers fumbled to find the clasp in the back and unzip it.
My skirt fell around my ankles and I felt his hands on my hips, he laid his head to my stomach and whispered, “You are very beautiful, my Precious.”
He slid down my panties and then nudged me to step out of them. His lips were just above my pubis mound as he inhaled slow and deep taking in my scent. His fingers crawled up the back of my thighs and again to my cheeks, squeezing them harder this time until I whimpered. I dropped my hands from behind my neck, pressing them into his shoulders, in an attempt to push him away.
“Eh, eh, eh, Precious,” he said smartly, and slapped my left cheek hard.
I flinched, letting out a meek cry.
“Hands behind your head, my dear,” he said softly as he rubbed the reddened area of my cheek, which was now quite warm.
My thighs were trembling badly and there was little I could do too control it. I placed my hands back behind my head. He pulled himself upright and stood with his hands on my ribcage, tilting me back just slightly, looking down the length of my body slowly and then into my face. I looked down when his eyes met mine and I heard him sigh.
“This will be your new attire while we are here, my pet. You will soon learn that the length of your chain will allow you into the kitchen, the bathroom, and this room. Do not attempt to remove the collar or you will be severely punished and with far more than a spanking. This is how I want to see you always, my precious, naked, vulnerable, and always ready to serve me. I promise to be fair to you
in hope to gain your trust in me…look at me,” he ordered as I hesitantly looked up into his face.
“In three days, you will have a choice to make my dear… you will either choose to embrace your submission to me or you can go back to your mundane life of being a barmaid.” I felt his index finger under my chin coaxing me to keep eye contact with him. His bright blue eyes tormented me as he looked into mine from one to the other. “Do you understand Princess?”
I stood there, my hands behind my head trying to make sense of what he had just said, certain he could see the confusion in my eyes as I contemplated.
“No Sir, I do not understand,” I said finally. I watched his face harden just slightly.
He pulled me closer to him wrapping his arms around my sides, to my lower back. I found it awkward to keep my elbows from hitting his face.
“Put your arms down, princess. I can see where all of that may seem very perplexing, but I assure you by this time tomorrow you will have a much better understanding of what I mean.”
He wrapped his arms tighter around me, letting one hand slide to the red marks he left on my buttock, caressing them delicately as my breasts pressed into his white shirt just above his abdomen. I was relieved to put my arms down and just let them hang.
“You have gone through a lot in the last seventeen hours princess. I think you would appreciate a nice hot shower and something to eat. I’ll show you to the shower where you will find everything you need. You have one hour while I order dinner. When you are done, I want you to come out of the bathroom with your hands behind your head and position yourself near me in a pose of submission, whatever submission means to you in your mind. You might want to give this some thought while you are relaxing in the shower.” His words were soft as he spoke with his cheek resting on the top of my head, as he held me.
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