Black and white photos were scattered across a mahogany desk, illuminated by a single desk lamp. Each one featured different expressions and moods of a young college student. Her layered honey colored hair fell just above her shoulder blades, and her chocolate brown eyes were framed by long dark lashes. A pale slender hand held a picture showing the girl looking into the eyes of her crush, sporting a shy grin. By looking at her small build you could tell she was short, just over 5 feet. This photograph was his favorite. He sighed and peered at the picture longingly. You could tell so much about her personality through this single expression. A stab of jealousy coursed through him as he studied the facial features of the fair boy she was looking at.
"Someday, love, you'll look at me like that. Yes. Someday."
Alex took one last look at the picture and put it back into his desk drawer, along with the other photos he had taken of Julia.
"I think its time I revisited my captive butterfly." He murmured to himself.
The light went out and he made his way through the darkness towards the room in which she was prisoner.
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My hand trembled as I read his note over and over again.
You were amazing last night love. I am even more convinced you will be the perfect sex slave. Rest well, for tonight I have a few surprises planned. ~ Alex
I was attempting to comprehend what this meant. The thought that I was going to be some random guy's sex slave was too farcical of a concept to wrap my head around.
How did this happen? Why me? I don't want this. I don't want to be held here and be with that monster! I... I can't believe I'm not a virgin anymore.... I... I don't know how to handle this.
New tears trickled down my cheeks. I angrily brushed them away while attempting to get the fierce thoughts and sensations of last night out of my head. I quickly gave up my resolve to stop crying. I couldn't end the pain I was feeling.
Sniffing I looked up around the room that seemed to be my prison. It was still dim, however there was a crack of light peaking in through the frame of a door. Gingerly I got up to investigate. Perhaps this would be an escape, from both the monster holding me here and the painful memories of what happened earlier.
I shuffled towards the door trying not to make much noise. Walking was almost unbearable. A harsh ache was throbbing between my legs, my wrists and ankles were also sore from the restraints he used. I concentrated on the door, telling myself over and over that it was my exit, my freedom. Finally I made it to the door, and silently put my head against the door to listen for any sounds.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
My hand shook violently as I reached for the doorknob. I slowly turned it and opened the door quietly. I could feel my stomach twist into knots of anticipation. I carefully looked around the corner of the door and sank to the floor in despair. It was just a bathroom. No windows. No connecting door. No Escape. Slamming my hands against the tiles of the floor I cried out in defeat. Crawling towards the wall I leaned against it and let the tears fall from my eyes. The light of the bathroom hurt my eyes, eventually I closed them and breathed deeply.
I will get out of this. In all the horror movies I watched was it ever easy for the victim to escape? I REFUSE TO GIVE UP!
Shoving the thoughts that this was not a fictional horror movie but real life to the back of my head, I got up and observed the room. Black and white tiles covered the floor and flecks of silver paint decorated the walls. The large tub in the corner caught my attention. It seemed to be built large enough to bathe an elephant. I suddenly got the urge to get into warm soapy water. I wanted to wash the remains of my tormenter off of me. I needed to scrub away all the reminders of my rape. Reaching over I grasped the silver knobs and turned the water on. Grabbing the bath salts sitting next to the tub, I dumped half the container in and watched the bubbles and water raise. The tub filled surprising fast for its size and I quickly climbed in. The warm water soothed my aching flesh.
I began to scrub my skin, washing off the blood and other fluids crusted on to my legs. My breathing slowed and my stream of tears halted. Calming down I sank further into the tub and tried to sort out my situation.
Ok. I am in a house or something like that, in an unknown place with a stalker that knows a ton of details of my life no normal stranger would know. How long has he been watching me? More importantly what freaking surprises could he be planning? Oh hell, I'm in trouble...
A sound at the door shattered my thoughts. Quickly I looked up and saw Alex leaning against the door with a sly grin on his face. Shrieking I quickly crossed my arms over my chest. His deep masculine chuckle bounced against my head and fear coiled in my belly.
"So modest. Another trait that makes you irresistible." Alex cooed.
