CW: Mind control, Dollification, Non-Consent, Capture, Substances, Impact, Blood, Violence. All characters are adults.
Break the Bonds
I pull the coarse cotton blanket tighter around me and listen to the silence. It's been almost two hours since the crashing noises have ceased. The man had been in a rage when he left the bedroom. I'd heard the overturning of furniture and the breaking of glass, before finally a silence had fallen. The quiet is more disconcerting than the noise. He's had a lot of time to plot his malice and I have no idea what lies in wait. I've dressed in the pinafore skirt and blouse left in the closet more for warmth than to cover my nakedness.
I shiver when I hear heavy footsteps at the door, and it cracks open allowing light to spill across the floor of my windowless room. "Come on out little darling," he beckons with deceptive sweetness in his voice.
I know his words are not a request and I have nowhere to hide. As I bring myself to the threshold, I resolve to save my energy for when it will really count. Stepping out into the main living area, it's clear he's cleaned up the mess in the cabin. Tea is set up in the usual place but I take note of the Styrofoam cups that have replaced the china tea set. "Yes," he says calmly following my gaze. "Unfortunately, the tea set was a bit of a casualty this morning. I'll replace it at a later time but for now there's something I want to show you."
The man wraps his palm firmly around my upper arm, leading me towards the door with a strength that I know will become dragging if I resist. I gasp when I take my first breath of fresh air since entering the cabin. Tears threaten to roll down my cheeks. I'd been uncertain if I would ever see the sky again.
The man pulls me along deeper into the woods. I nearly vomit at the sight before me when we finally come to a stop. "I bet if you lie down, you'll see it's exactly your size," he whispers in my ear gesturing to the gaping hole he's dug into the earth. "Do you want to try it out?"
I step back involuntarily and shake my head. He chuckles. "Eventually I'll need to fill this in," the man continues. "It's up to you whether you are inside or outside of this hole when that happens. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" I nod this time in response.
"Good girl." The words on his lips turn my stomach again as he guides me back to the cabin for tea and whatever other horrors await. We eat in silence and I assume he's giving me time to process what has just happened. My mind is finally clear of all the drugs and there is no mistaking the message I have just received. He's not received the return he expected on his little venture, and if prospects do not improve, he has a backup plan.
I tremble when I hear his voice again ordering me to remove my panties. Modesty is not worth my life and I comply. He smiles widely, every "good girl" making me re-evaluate the comfort of the hole in the woods. The man produces some pads of thick paper and art supplies. "I want you to be a good girl and make some art for Daddy, but make sure you keep your bum in the air so I can see all of your pretty little parts," he commands.
I get down on all fours and lower my chest to the ground, putting
ma minette
on full display. With my face close to the floor I reach for a pad and some oil pastels, trying not to let my expression give away the glimmer of hope that blooms in my chest when I see the jagged shard of porcelain tea cup tucked behind the leg of my usual chair. The man is becoming sloppy as his mind unravels. He's missed a piece.
Each time I reach for a new color, I shift a few inches closer to the chair. I know that if I can just get within arms' reach, I might have a means of defending myself. "Roll over and touch yourself while Daddy watches," the man commands, inpatient to exercise his new found control. I grit my teeth and roll onto my backside. The situation is humiliating but it gives me an excuse to move closer to the chair.
I lift my skirt slowly up to my hips. "Good girl. Spread your knees wide for Daddy and play with yourself," he encourages. I swallow the lump in my throat as I allow my fingers to dance across my softest folds, his gaze penetrating deeply. I stop and withdraw my hand as he removes his own clothes, revealing his muscled form underneath. The man comes to kneel on the floor in front of me and I know my timing must be precise or all will be lost.
He fumbles for a moment in the pocket of his discarded pants and produces the false key. I steel myself for what is to come. It takes every fiber of strength I possess to lift my chin and offer my throat to this monster. It catches him off guard, shock quickly being replaced by a wide smile. I feel the key press roughly against my hollow and when I feel it turn, I allow my body to collapse backwards onto the floor like a sprawling rag doll. I paint a blank glazed look over my face, and don't even allow myself a breath of relief when the hand under the chair wraps tightly around the shard.
