Hey everyone, it's me again. I hope you enjoy my newest series. It's a standalone, but I would strongly suggest reading His Kitten Again first, if you haven't already, as it will all make a LOT more sense if you do. Emma and Alex are back, and they'll be part of the story from time to time, but the main focus here will be John and his life.
With that little blip, please read on, and please please please leave me a comment on the bottom. I adore each and every one of them, and I read through all of them! ;) They all make my day brighter, even the ones with criticism.
Enjoy Ch 01 of Finally Mine.
~shysubmissivegirl~
Chapter One
~ Breena~
It was like those scenes in the movies. We've all seen it. Where there's sheer chaos going around, but the main character is sitting there, staring off into the distance? That's what I felt like.
The bars on my cage obstructed my view slightly, but they did nothing for my hearing. Every noise was loud and clear. The bangs, the screams, the sounds of heavy footsteps charging around in a prolonged struggle.
I didn't understand why it was so noisy. Yes, Master occasionally got into fights with guests. But nothing ever seemed to get this out of hand. Maybe they were all incredibly drunk. Master got reckless when he was drunk. He was always more violent. And, as he never backed down from anything, he would be sure to engage in a fight.
Having given myself an explanation, I decided to not stress about it that much. There was a reason it was happening, and even though I might be punished, I could rest assured knowing that I hadn't done anything to deserve a punishment. That knowledge is what kept me going most days.
I knew I should be scared. I think I felt scared, especially of my Master. But it was a deeper kind of fear, not the shockingly brilliant kind I should have been feeling. Perhaps, after everything he'd done to me, I just couldn't feel that kind of scared anymore. I knew that I would be hurt, and I knew there was nothing I could ever do about it. There wasn't much of a point of being scared when I would never be able to escape it.
It was a shame that he'd taken even my emotions from me. Everything that I was made up of, he'd destroyed and rebuilt to his liking.
Just because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I sighed, and leaned my head against one of the bars on my cage. I'd been stupid and naïve, and he'd exploited it. A part of me knew that I deserved what I got. I'd been lonely, which had made me reckless. Really, I should be grateful to him for forcing me to be more cautious. I knew I'd never make this mistake again.
Hopefully one day I'd have the chance to come back from it, even in a small way. Once this whole situation was over, maybe they'd let me go. I could get a cat, a job in a small coffee shop, and pretend like this had never happened.
The sounds gradually began to quiet. The footsteps became softer and more cautious instead of aggressive and challenging. The voices were lower and less threatening.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps making their way down the stairs. I flinched, huddling into the back corner of my cage. The only reason my Master came down here anymore was to hurt me. No matter what I did, he just whipped me or caned me until I was unconscious. It always got worse when he was drunk, and based on the noises I'd just heard, he was far from sober. I didn't want to face his wrath, and cowering usually calmed down his rage slightly. It empowered him, especially when he was too far gone to realize that it meant I was disobeying him.
Having spent so much time as his, I knew these things.
The door at the base of the stairs slowly pushed open. I closed my eyes tightly, my hear racing in anticipation. "Please Sir..." I whispered to myself. Somehow, saying the words reassured me slightly. As though begging might make him ease up on me slightly. Sometimes it did. At the very least, I knew I was doing my best to try and calm him.
"Ryan, you need to get down here now!" I heard a panicked voice call up the stairs. It wasn't the voice of my master, and it confused me a great deal. Who else would be down here?
Cautiously, I peeked up from where I'd hidden my face in the corner of the cage. The form of a thin, tall man stood in the shadows. The light was too dim for me to make out anything specific about him. He was mostly turned towards the top of the stairs, so his face was even more hidden from me.
My heart fluttered slightly with nerves when he turned my way, and I tried to scramble back even further. I didn't know who he was, or what he was going to do to me. The way he'd been calling to his friend was unnerving. If Master had just gotten into a fight, then why would this man be down here now? Was it possible that Master had lost?
The thought made my blood run cold. If Master lost, then surely these men would have to be even more violent and aggressive than he was. My mind raced, trying to escape the horrible reality that I was entirely at their mercy. Yes, Master was a terribly cruel man, but I'd been with him long enough to be able to predict his actions. These men were unknown, and that made them so much more dangerous.
A second set of footsteps was making their way down the stairs. I forced my eyes shut again, whimpering softly to myself. I didn't know who these men were, or what they wanted to do with me. The thought was perhaps the most terrifying thing I could imagine.
I wondered what these men in particular would want. Maybe they had a certain fetish, or perhaps they just enjoyed watching me cry. Each man usually had a kink, whether they admitted it or not. Most men that borrowed me from Master enjoyed experimenting to find out what they liked and didn't like. That usually involved doing a variety of terrible, humiliating things to me.
The worst part was that I knew Master had the cage room constantly on surveillance. There were seven different cameras, so he could watch everything that happened again and again... He enjoyed things like that. He told me about a few of his previous girls that he'd recorded, and how they'd remained oblivious the whole time. I didn't like the idea, but it didn't matter to him. He loved being able to re-watch my actions in here when he tormented me.
I shuddered at the thought of him watching me. I hated the idea. But I knew he'd love watching these two men torture me in their own sick and twisted ways. Even though he'd lost a fight to them, he still loved anything that involved tormenting me. I would need to endure everything they did to me as well as I could, otherwise he would punish me for my shortcomings. Over and over again.
I shook out of my thoughts, and tried to focus. I'd need to pay attention if I wanted to get through this intact. The second man had reached the base of the stairs, and he turned towards me. I let out a little whimper as I heard him murmur, "Oh dear god..."
The footsteps raced towards me, then slowed. "James, go get something to cut this lock. We need to get her out of here!" I heard the second man whisper urgently.
That piqued my interest.
I tried to sit up a bit more, instead of cowering the corner. These two men were obviously different from what I'd been expecting. I still wasn't sure if I'd heard right.
The second man—Ryan, I think that was his name—approached me. "Sweetheart, it's okay. I promise. We're not going to hurt you. James and I—we're with the local police department."
In the dim light, I couldn't see what he was wearing to verify that or not. Chances were I wouldn't be able to tell either way. He could be wearing a costume, or a borrowed uniform. And just because they were on the police force didn't mean they were good people. I'd served more than a couple cops who enjoyed hearing me scream.
The memory made me shiver. "Please, I promise, we're going to get you out," Ryan continued. He sounded genuine, and I wanted to believe him. It would be so nice to think that I would be getting out of here and going back to some semblance of a normal life. I doubted that was really the case, but it was nice to imagine.
James pounded his way down the stairs a second time. He hurried into the room, a large object clutched in his hands. I didn't know what it was, and instinctively, I backed into the corner of the cage. It was probably some torture device that he was going to use on me.
"Damnit," I heard one of them mutter. There was lots of clanking, metal against metal, and then a large pop. I didn't want to look, but my curiosity got the better of me. Turning my head carefully, I saw my cage door swing open.
Ryan hunched over, as though he was going to come in. That never happened. Every Master demanded that I came out to them. This pair confused me more than anyone else ever had. I couldn't tell if they were genuine, or if they were simply trying to gain my trust.
Ryan finally squatted down enough to be able to enter the cage. He crawled over to me, and I forced myself even deeper into the corner. Somewhere in my mind I knew that it wouldn't do anything, but that part of my brain wasn't exactly functioning at this point.
A hand reached out and gently wrapped around my arm. "Please, just let me get you out of here. This can't be sanitary. We need to get you to the hospital, and get you checked out."
My mind was racing, and all I could do was blink up at this strange man. Was this real? Was I dreaming? I wanted to pinch myself, but I don't think I could have managed even that small feat right then. Everything was so overwhelming.
"Please... god I don't even know your name. Please let me help you." He was pleading with me, and there was genuine concern in his voice. A part of me finally clicked, and I turned to him with wide eyes. I think he realized that I was ready, as he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Thank god."
