I woke up suddenly, my heart was beating fast as my eyes were struggling to adjust to the dimness of this unfamiliar room. I had no idea where I was but it was cold and it was dark. The floor was grey cement. My hands were restrained behind my back. I was sitting on the floor in what had seemed to be a basement. It was then that I realized that I was handcuffed to a large pole in the middle of the room....I tried to collect my thoughts. The last thing that I remember was being out for a jog around the neighborhood, then I just woke up here, handcuffed to a pole in this cold, dark basement. "How did I get here?" I thought. I remember that I had been wearing a full jogging suit, now I had only been in my undershirt and runner shorts. "Where did my clothes go?" I thought. My heart was still beating and my eyes darting in every direction.
Her name was Jeannie. Jeannie was a young girl about 20 years old. She was short, maybe 5 foot and fairly thin. She was white with long, wavy, light brown hair. She had a baby face with light freckles, and beautiful, green eyes. Her breasts were not huge, but they were a perky handful.
Just then I heard a voice that was calm yet foreign to me say "Oh...you're up.. I thought you might be out for much longer..My apologies." I jerked towards the voice to see whom it belonged to but all I saw was darkness in every direction.
"Who are you!? What do you want from me?!.......How did I get here?!" I yelled.
"Now, now, Jeannie... you should really calm down. I will not respond to hostility. If you want to ask me a question, I suggest you first calm yourself." said the unfamiliar figure.
I stop for a second then I look towards the dark figure. "What do you want from me?.....And how do you know my name!?" I said gritting my teeth.
"You aren't being very pleasant. I refuse to respond to your hostility.... I will return in five minutes, and if you are ready to be pleasant with me then I will consider lending my ear. Otherwise, we can try for tomorrow." said the figure before he disappeared into a dark doorway.
In those five minutes I concentrated on slowing my breathing and repositioned myself to the best of my ability with my handcuffs to a more comfortable position. I sat for the next couple minutes in silence hoping that he would return.
Just then, I saw the figure come back into the room. He flipped a switch that triggered a dim light above my head. Then he pushed a swivel chair closer to me where he sat with his hands on his knees as he looked down at me sitting on the cold, cement floor. I was able to see him now. He was a man, quite tall, maybe 6 ft and about twice my age. He wasn't thin, but he wasn't chubby; somewhere in between. He had these broad shoulders. He was white with dark brown hair and his eyes were grey like smoke. He wore blue jeans and a red plaid shirt. His smile was evident.
"What would you like to know?..One question and response at a time, please" he said bluntly.
"How did I get here?" I said calmly and patiently.
"Ah, there we go...much better... I brought you here" he said.
"Obviously...but why and what are you planning to do?" I said snappily.
"One question at a time, remember?"he said as I nodded my head..... "My plans with you are not your concern, you have no say in any of my plans with you." he said plainly.
"Ar- Are you going to hurt me?" I said.
He chuckled and said "Well, that is up to you, really.... but anyway you must be terribly hungry, would you like some dinner?" He asked sweetly as he stood to his feet.
"Uh...yes? ..uh....? What do I call you?" I asked.
"You will refer to me as 'Sir', you may not know my name. After everything you say to me or ask me you must refer to me as 'Sir,' otherwise I will not respond and you may be punished. Is that clear?"
"Uh..yes...sir?" I said
"Good girl" he said with a smile. Then he crouched down in front of me to make eye contact. "I'm going to pick you up to your feet, then I'm going to undo your handcuffs. There are two ways that this could happen. One: you are going to try to fight me or run as soon as I unlock your 'cuffs, then I am, of course, inevitably going to catch you and punish you. Or two: I can unlock you and we can have a nice dinner. Would you like the hard way or the easy way, Jeannie?"
"The easy way, Sir" I mumbled. Then he suddenly grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up to my feet where I stood patiently. He hesitated for a second but then he grabbed my wrists together with his huge hands and unlocked my handcuffs. He held my wrists together as he lead me up the staircase with no resistance. I was confused, I thought "Why did he want me to eat with him? Why didn't he feed me in the basement?" We entered a small, country style,dining room in his home where there was an oakwood table set for two people. He pulled out a chair with his foot and guided me to the seat as he held my wrists firmly.
"You're going to behave, right? No funny business?" he said nervously.
"Yes, Sir. No funny business" I said softly as a he bent me toward my seat. He let go of my wrists and I rubbed them back comfort. He sat in his chair across from me and began serving me a plate. He put a chicken breast cutlet, mashed potatoes, and corn on a plate and almost passed it to me but then he snatched the steak knife from my placemat and began cutting my chicken into bite-size pieces.
"I hope you don't mind" he chuckled. "I don't mind cutting it for you." he said as he took my knife and placed in under his placemat. Then he put the plate in front of me and gave me a spoon to replace my fork.
"Thank you." I said as I scooped up some mashed potatoes and shoved them into my mouth. "I guess I'm hungrier than that I thought I was." I thought.
"Thank you, what...?" he stopped and asked as he looked into my eyes as I chewed.
"Thank you, Sir." I corrected myself. He smiled and we both continued to eat in silence for the rest on the meal exchanging subtle looks and forced grins.
"You must be confused as to why you are here...and why you are HERE.." he said as he twirled his index finger in the air. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I expect you to answer every question despite how uncomfortable they make you feel. Is that clear?" He asked.
"Uh...yes, Sir" she said confused and nervously.
"Good...so how many boyfriend's have you had?" he asked.
"Only a couple serious ones..." I answered.
"Good. When did you have your first......uh, menstrual cycle?" he asked sheepishly.
"My first what?" I asked confused.
"Your first period, dear" he elaborated. "Don't forget to address me correctly" he added.
"Oh, uhm....I think I was 12, Sir...Why do you need to know that?" I asked concerned.
"It is not your concern to know why I ask what I am asking...only to provide me with answers....Do not question me again. Now, how far have you gone with a man....sexually?"
