As soon as we were inside with the door securely locked, I was roughly pushed to the floor. My knees created a terrible knocking sound on the hard wood before I sprawled face down before them. Shay stepped on my upper back with one foot, pinning me down, while Jake got in my face and laughed. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so I was looking into his face. "So how does it feel to have everything in your life taken away?" he growled, menacingly. "It doesn't feel very good, now does it? DOES IT?!"
"NO," I shouted back, anger filling my voice. "Fuck you! You deserved what you got! I don't deserve this!"
"That fucking mouth is going to get you in a lot of trouble around us." He looked at Shay, "Let's shut her up." Shay went to the kitchen counter nearby and brought back a ball gag. "I don't want to hear another fucking thing from you tonight. You don't deserve to speak," he hissed. He let go of my hair, practically throwing my head down to the floor. I hit my cheek slightly on the hard wood; not hard enough to leave a welt but enough to hurt. I turned my head and spat in Jake's face.
"Fuck you!" I got in, before the gag was forced into my mouth and locked shut behind my head.
"Let's bring her upstairs so she can think about this in her room," Shay suggested. They each grabbed under my arms and began hauling me up the steps. I started thrashing around, screaming behind the gag, knowing if they got me where they wanted me I'd never get away. This only further inflamed their anger and I was thrown down on the steps right where I was and kicked a dozen times or so. I lost focus when I started losing my breath. After a minute or two, they stopped and proceeded to pick me up and continue to haul my battered body upstairs.
"So you're going to be a feisty one, are you? Fine. It'll only cost you more pain, which we have no problems dishing out," Jake taunted.
With that, they dragged me into a bedroom at the end of the hall upstairs. With the lights turned off I couldn't see anything since the windows were covered. But as soon as one of them flipped the switch I saw a myriad of frightening objects hanging on the walls surrounding a large wide-barred cage and a table with metal rings attached to it in the middle of the room. I guessed the instruments on the walls were intended to inflict pain and that the cage was for me. Why did I have to be right?
Without warning, they pulled me over to the cage, opened the door and threw me in, not bothering to unlock my sore arms and legs. I attempted to sit up and kick at the door, but they shut it with ease and attached a large padlock. Jake reached into the cage through one of the 5x5" squares and unhooked the leash from my collar, pulling it back out of the cage to hang on the wall. Again, I attempted to scream and kick at the door, but the door merely made loud banging noises and my screams were muffled through the ball gag.
With a triumphant grin on their faces, they turned around to leave the room. Shay turned off the light as he walked out and I heard Jake say, "Welcome home, bitch," before they closed the door and left me in complete darkness.
I began furiously kicking at the cage door with both feet, but it didn't give way an inch. The bars were made of a thick metal and the padlock holding the door shut was one of those large Master locks you can buy at hardware stores. I was stuck in this damn thing for however long they chose to leave me there. I sure hoped it wouldn't be long. As much as I hated them, I wanted one of them to come back and let me out. I really had to go to the bathroom this time!
The night was long. I heard some rustling around downstairs for a few hours after they threw me in the cage. I assumed they were eating and watching TV or something. But soon, all was quiet. I wasn't about to let them have a peaceful night's sleep while I was lying here uncomfortable, my bladder practically bursting. I was banging on the cage door again, doing my best to be annoying when Jake came storming in. "Shut the fuck up in here!" he bellowed after turning on the light. I just kept banging and whimpering. He was getting so angry! Eventually, he came over, unlocked the door and jerked me out, holding me up by my shirt. "I told you to shut the fuck up!" he screamed in my face. Suddenly, he threw me down, unlocked the gag and ripped it from my mouth.
"I'm sorry," I gushed, "I just have to pee so badly! Please let me go!" I pleaded. He laughed evilly and stepped on my lower abdomen, right where I was bursting. I nearly lost it all over myself.
"So you have to go, huh? Well, I guess I better take you out," he chuckled, amused at his own joke. He snapped the leash to my collar and unlocked my wrist and ankle cuffs. "Crawl, bitch," he commanded as he led me toward the door. I had to go so badly I was not about to do anything stupid. I crawled as he demanded and we went down the hall to a bathroom. He took me inside and let go of my leash. "Go ahead." He stood there watching me this time, causing my cheeks to burn. But I knew I couldn't ask for privacy with what I had already attempted at the gas station or he might throw me back in the cage without going. I sat down, trying to focus, and soon heard the wild stream I was waiting for. Did that ever feel good!