Beauty kept quiet. Curled up in the back of her cell, she let the time pass without any idea of how to break free. Trapped, she ate what they gave her when they chose too and did her business in a bucket nearby.
Fear and humiliation were the only emotions she seemed to go back to.
It wasn't until the cell opened seven meals later that Beauty felt herself spring to life. Not in a good way but in one nonetheless.
The person on the other side wasn't the captor she'd met days ago. In fact, she rarely saw him as the guards in front of the cell seemed to change. The man, now in front of her, was big and muscular, making Beauty's blood run cold and for good reason.
Once he was beside she noticed the various items he held in his hands. She was in the middle of figuring out what they were when his hand wrapped around her neck. Panicked, Beauty tried to claw his huge hand away but that only caused him to squeeze harder, cutting off her airflow.
"This is just a small demonstration of what will happen if you don't do everything I ask of you," he growled before roughly releasing her.
"On your hands and knees" he then ordered as she gulped air in.
It didn't take long before she was following that order. This man wasn't like the last one. No, the last one had a sense of calm and patience. Like even if she messed up badly, he would still leave her in one piece. Meanwhile, this one had anger in his eyes.
And once she was on her hands and knees, that anger got laced with what looked like pleasure.
"You'll make a good whore" he darkly chuckled before dropping all the items on the ground except for a collar.
Moving he quickly wrapped it around her neck before closing it uncomfortably tight. Beauty wanted to rip it off her sensitive neck. She wanted to hurt this evil man, find her dad, and escape. The town she had once hated, felt like literal heaven compared to her current situation.
Her dwelling was cut short as her captor hooked a leash to the collar. Feeling her stomach drop, Beauty quickly tried to control the approaching tears. They wanted to humiliate her. They were succeeding, but she couldn't allow herself to give them any more.
Pulling on the leash, the man caught her off guard and soon she was stumbling forward. The falling started shortly after.
"What a clumsy bitch" the man tsked while continuing to pull on the leash, half dragging her across the entire cell.
Beauty tried to keep up with him but the leash was short, and he purposely lifted high as he led. By the time they stopped, her knees were scratched. The tightness of the collar had moved from uncomfortable to painful.
"Well given that you will be spending the rest of your life crawling, that should fix itself. And if that doesn't happen fast enough I can always spank you into shape," he suggested, smacking her ass in demonstration.
Next he picked up a thin gold chain that split into three sections, each ending with a tiny clip before telling her to get on her knees.
"Hands behind your neck and spread your legs. I should be able to see your cunt at all times."
Shaken, Beauty followed his orders. She then watched as he took her right breast in his hand, holding it up. Licking his finger he then proceeded to play with her nipple. Rolling it around and rubbing the tip till it stood straight. Only then did he clamp it with the small clip.
She flinched as the tiny little teeth painfully squeezed her sensitive flesh. Biting her lip, Beauty endured as he went on to do the same thing with her left breast. Letting out a whimper only when he cruelly pulled on the chain connecting them.
It felt like if he pulled anymore her nipples would rip off. When he finally let go it was with a dark chuckle.
