When I come to, there seem to be many people in the room. I am being examined by a doctor. I think to myself, I am alive! For once in my life I am grateful that, like many redheads, I faint easily.
I feel extremely happy. I won the battle with this man, this monster. I got him to fuck me hard enough that I fainted, and now he can never come back. I am so relieved that I could dance around the room, saying "I won! I won!"
The man who rented me is at the door, talking with a very severe-looking, older man, who is completely bald and wearing an expensive-looking suit. The doctor glances at the talking men, and says, "Sir, she is conscious now."
The bald man says to the man who rented me, "Please come with me. We can discuss this further in my office." They leave, shutting the door behind them.
He doctor pats me on the leg almost kindly and says he's done. There is an attendant in the room with us. The doctor tells him, "She's very tiny. You should know that anyone would have to be careful with her. There are no permanent injuries, just a little bruising. Her blood pressure is almost back to normal."
The doctor tells me, "Drink some water, don't move around too much, and try to sleep."
They both leave, leaving me locked in. At this point, I don't care what happens to me next. Even if I'm auctioned off again, no one could be as scary as this man. Surprisingly, I am able to sleep like a baby. In the morning, I eat and shower. When I am done, there is a woman in the room. She gives me a silky Japanese-style robe to wear. I don't know what it's called, but I think it's beautiful. She spends the next hour applying make-up and fixing my hair, making my long auburn hair wavy again, like in the auction room. After she leaves, I look at myself in the mirror, turning side to side. I look kind of pretty!
I am still almost giddy to be away from the horrible man, but my mind is starting to prick me with little worries and doubts about what's going to happen now. An attendant arrives and gives me pretty little sandals to wear that fit perfectly. I realize that I can probably speak now. I had forgotten that it was allowed. I almost don't want to ask, but can't help myself. "What's going to happen to me now?"
The attendant looks at me and opens his mouth to speak. Just then the door opens and the bald man enters with the man who rented me walking behind. My heart sinks. What's going on here? I thought I would never see him again!
The bald man tells me, "You are to come with me now. You've been purchased." My heart jumps and seems to keep on jumping and I faint again.
When I come to, I'm being carried by the attendant, following the bald man and my new owner through the mansion. I know that I am going to die. I start to struggle, fighting against the attendant, trying to get away. I've never fought so hard before, but I'm still weak from fainting. The attendant very quickly gets me on the floor on my stomach, holding me down. There is a quick discussion, and someone says, "No, we can't drug her after she's just fainted. It could kill her."
I yell, "Just do it! Kill me! It's better than going with him!" The attendant covers my mouth.
Another attendant arrives, pulls my wrists behind my back, and puts soft leather shackle-things on my wrists and ankles, securing them with some kind of lock. They gag me and put a hood over my head, securing it in place. The first attendant picks me up again and we resume our walk.
I am placed in a limousine, still shackled, gagged, and hooded. I hear them hand the shackle keys to my 'owner'. After we drive for a few minutes, the man, sitting across from me now, removes my hood. He asks if I'll be quiet and I nod. He removes my gag and I keep my promise.
We are in the country. We drive for a long time, maybe two hours or more, with nothing much to look at but trees. He doesn't touch me or speak. I've gone beyond fear. I don't feel or think anything. I can't look at him. I lay down on the seat after a while, facing away from him, and some time later, I cry just a little, silently, unable to wipe my tears away.
We arrive at another huge house -- another mansion. The man carries me in from the car. I don't bother trying to fight. He takes me upstairs in an elevator and into a little lobby. He punches a security code into a door panel and takes me into a place that looks and feels like an apartment. There is a kitchen, dining and living area, all sort of one big room, with a hall leading off of it. It's beautiful, but very sparsely furnished and decorated. There are many windows on one side, facing out into nothing but trees.
He sets me on a daybed and sits down in a chair opposite me. He just sits and looks at me for a time. My numbness is leaving me, and I start to feel some real fear again. I don't know what to do. I'm afraid to do anything -- afraid of a repeat of the previous night.
I try not to look at him. I want him to stop looking at me! He's always looking at me!
Finally, he comes over and kneels in front of me. He reaches towards me, and I cringe back. He removes my shackles and leaves. I am dumbfounded, perplexed, and relieved. I was certain that the rage he showed before would come out now, uninhibited and unstoppable. I don't know what happened, but still think he will likely kill me when he returns.
He doesn't return the next day or the next. I try everything, but there is no way to get out and no way to get a message out. Every day I am completely wrought with fear at his return, knowing that when he does return, he will beat me again.
