She wakes up in a small cell, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Her breathing quickens as the panic sets in. She'd met Lucy for dinner, she had walked alone back to her car, and then her memory just stopped. Desperately she tried to cling to that final memory of pressing the unlock button on her car, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't remember passed that.
She closed her eyes, and counted to 10. She was smart enough to know her predicament, but willed the chains around her hands and ankles to disintegrate, to just be a vivid nightmare.
"I know you're awake" the voice cut through the silence like a knife. She started to cry, cursing herself internally, she knew there was no point crying yet.
He was calm, collected, as he sat watching his new toy acclimatise, he loved how each one reacted differently. His hopes were high that she would be his favourite so far, the quiet panic was far preferable to the hysteria he normally had to endure from his play things before he trained them.
Of course once they were too obedient, when the fire had left their eyes, that's when they were no longer of interest. Some men preferred the well behaved objects so he sold them along and took his time to plan for his next conquest.
He took a deep breath and started his introductory speech, watching intently as the words hit her, as realisation crashed upon her.
"I don't care who you were. There is no point threatening me, you are not my first, you will not be my last and I will not get caught.
From now on, you are mine. You are my toy. My whore. My slave. You have no name except for the ones I give you. You will please me. You will entertain me. Disobedience will not be tolerated, and the consequences will be harsh.
Nod if you understand."
He knew from experience that they couldn't always speak and giving them the opportunity to use their mouths usually led to screaming.
She opened her eyes, he was pleased by the fierce resistance behind them, and nodded once.
"This is your cage. It has all the necessary equipment to keep you clean and allow you to perform bodily functions."
She looked around her as he spoke, a shower in the corner, a jail cell style toilet and sink, the large dog bed she was laying on. There was a problem with his words, with her restraints, moving from the dog bed would be impossible.
"If you promise to behave I will remove your restraints, you may be free inside your cage, would you like this?" He saw the glint harden in her eye and held his expression, as though he had no idea what she was planning.
"Yes please." She said quietly, demurely, years ago she would have fooled him. He slowly rose from his chair outside the cage, unlocked the heavy door and entered, he didn't close it behind him.
Carefully deliberately he removed each chain, first from her wrists and then each ankle. He caressed her hair gently and then turned to leave.
She lunged, attacking him like a vicious animal. He swallowed his chuckle. As her hands clawed at him, and she put her kickboxing skills to practise, he blocked every attack, endured a few scratches, he wanted his rage to build.
Eventually, he got bored of simply blocking, and knocked her legs from under her in one swift movement, she fell back hitting her head hard. He was on top of her, straddling her, his hands around her neck.
He watched the panic build as she desperately tried to suck in air through her blocked throat. She clawed at him, trying to bat away his hands, but her swipes were pathetic. He waited for her to give up, and then waited until the exact moment before she passed out, he was well practiced.
As he relinquished his grip and rose from on top of her, she curled into the fetal position clinging to her neck as her ratchety breaths finally allowed oxygen to her lungs.
"Tsk tsk tsk, punishment so soon, huh?" He gripped her long blonde hair in one hand and dragged her to her feet. Hunched over, still recovering she followed him, trying to cause herself the least pain possible as he led her.
