The second I wake up I know there's something wrong. My eyes are heavy, my mouth dry.
I stretch my right arm to the side and blindly search for the water bottle on my nightstand when I notice that my wrist is tied to the bedframe. "What the...?" I mumble to myself as I pull up my other hand just to prove what I already figured. Both my hands are stuck in metal handcuffs which rip open my sensitive skin sharply.
Suddenly I'm wide awake but the room is so dark that I can't see a thing in front of my eyes. My pajama is gone and nothing, but a small lace set, covers my naked body. A dusty smell lingers in the air and the low temperature in the room sends goosebumps all over my body.
There's a little swish to my left and my head flies to the side.
"Someone's finally up. That took you longer than expected, little one." The deep, modulated voice sounds slightly familiar, but I can't really place it. My heart's racing and I'm to scared to make a peep. All I can do is stare into the corner of the room I located the person in. Two bright red X's, from a mask I suppose, cut through the darkness and are the only seeable thing in this room.
"Don't be scared, Baby. You told me you always wanted to do something like this, remember? All those nights we fantasized about me kidnapping you, using you in all the ways you and I desire until we're both panting and exhausted. Isn't that true?" he coos.
My eyes are wide in shock. That can't be true. Am I caught up in some sort of nightmare? I did say all these things. Said them to someone many, many miles away from me after we met in some sort of online forum. We spoke about our darkest desires, wishes, fantasies, while touching ourselves to the idea of it. A couple weeks ago, in one of those nights, he told me that he'd like to turn our dreams into reality. I panicked, hung up and didn't talk to him since. I blocked his every try to contact me again, deleted my account and moved on from it, forbid myself to think about it ever again.
"Where... where am I?" My dry mouth makes it hard for me to talk. The words are heavy on my tongue.
"Remind yourself of the details. What did you tell me where I should bring you?" he says, his tone teasing. The woods. I wanted him to bring me into an empty cabin in the middle of the woods, miles away from the next town and other people. A place where no one would hear me scream for help, for mercy, for God.
"You're sick, so fucking sick. How dare you? Are you goddamn psychotic? It was just a fantasy, something to get off to. I didn't want you to KIDNAP ME FOR REAL!" My voice volumes up slowly until I literally scream the last part into his direction. The darkness around me has me freaking out even more. He has the audacity to just chuckle about my outburst. His static giggles float through the cabin, heat up my rage until I see red and pull on the fucking handcuffs, screaming for help. His giggles increase, and the second I can feel a cut on my right wrist, his hands grab both and press them against the frame.
I was so caught up in my anger that I didn't notice him move towards me. He's halfway hovering above me, I can feel his breath on my face. The red eyes of his mask, burn holes into my skin. His grip is merciless. His hands seem to be big and his body massive. His bodyweight digs me into the mattress, and I can feel his semi hard cock pushing against my right thigh.
"You sick fuck, are you getting off on this?!" The words leaving my mouth before I can hold them back, not much more than a hiss.
His modulated voice is dark and teasy as he begins to talk. "So, you're telling me, if I'd reach down between your legs, pull those tiny little panties to the side, I wouldn't find you soaking wet for me? Are you sure, I'm the only one enjoying this?" His face comes closer, his mouth is next to my ear just a second later. "And you better don't lie to me, sweetheart. Because if you do, I'll have to check it myself. Are you a good little slut for me and tell me how wet the whole situation has you, or are you a bad little bitch and deny it? Always remember, actions acquire consequences. Your choice, Baby, your choice."
I'm squirming, panting listening to his every word. The more words leave his mouth, the more I'm noticing the puddle between my legs. He's not wrong, I'm soaked. The mix of panic, fear and excitement got me all worked up.
I decide to make this game MY game. I'll give him what he wants, just to get away from him. If I can pull him into a false sense of security, he'll possibly take off these handcuffs and free me.
I bring my lips close to his ear as I coo "You're right, I'm so wet for you. These tiny panties are soaked because of you. Please free my hands that I can show you how much I appreciate your effort to turn my darkest fantasy into reality. I'm sorry for freaking out, you just caught me off guard." Whimpering into his ear as he squeezes my wrists, I place some tiny kisses on it. He sucks in a sharp breath feeling my lips so close to him and I notice that not much else of his skin is uncovered. Now that I'm so close to him, I can feel the fabric of his mask next to my face.
"Nice try, sweetie, but no. I like it how you're right now. Unable to move, greedy for my hands, up to my mercy." Following his words he grinds his now fully erected cock on my thigh. Making sure I know what I'm in for. The bulge in his jeans feels huge, just fitting to his stature. To feel him hard like this has me whimpering against my will. My mind is screaming, tells me how sick this is, how disgusting I am to be aroused by it. But my body wants nothing more than him to show me what's in these jeans. Small moans escape my mouth as I press my thighs together to ease some tension, but his hands grip for one of my legs, forcing me to open up. The low, frustrated groan that's leaving my mouth has him chuckling again.
