To the Darest Bidder

"She has no idea what she's getting herself into..." I heard them whispering to each other. "Haha yep she'll regret it this time. It was so cute in her Ad, 'I'm down for anything. I'll only take the most gory description'" He squeaked nasally in a high pitched girly voice, making fun of me.

"Now she'll learn how weak and naïve she really is. Khan is going to have fun with this one."

I wondered if they were talking by my cell on purpose. It was a little off putting but I knew myself well. I was ready for this. I couldn't wait for it. I knew exactly what was coming. I'd gone over every detail of the description pouring over line by line with fervor. Part of me had an inkling that perhaps they weren't planning on following their description. But I quickly let it go thinking that even if they did, I'd still enjoy it. Even more so perhaps, the unknown can be so enticing.

After the long car ride from the woods to wherever we were now, I had been quickly shuffled into a cold little cell without much pretense and surprisingly little violence. Still hooded, gagged and cuffed, two men had led me down what sounded like a stone hallway based on the echoes from our footsteps. They were silent, one in front leading me by a chain clipped to my cuffs and the other behind occasionally prodding me forward with some sort of cane. When we arrived, the leading guard unceremoniously ripped off my hood and shoved me into the small cell, leaving me cuffed and tossing the long chain in after me. The door slammed shut.

Apart from the small beam streaming from the hallway through the cell door's barred window, there was no light. No movement in the air. Everything was still and cold and silent. The first few hours were uneventful apart from the guards I overheard talking as they passed by. I inspected my cell. It was small but relatively clean. The entire thing was carved from stone; stone walls, stone 'bed' roughly chiseled, and a small but deep hole in the corner. The only thing that wasn't stone was a small pipe in the ceiling over the hole and a metal knob in the wall. 'Thank god' I thought to myself when water poured from the pipe with a turn of the handle.

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Just when I had begun to settle in for the night the lights in the hallway dimmed.

In the darkness there were whispers.

A soft feminine voice murmured, "Is anyone out there?" At first I thought surely that somehow they'd let someone in the room with me. Or someone in the hallway? I peered through the window. Nothing. I pressed my ears to every wall. Nothing.

Slowly it began to sink in. There was no one around me. No one here at all.

Then there were more. The voices, so many different tones and distances.... they were getting closer. "Can you help me?" A young girl's voice from the corner of the cell. I whipped around and stared into the corner willing someone, anyone to appear. Of course I would never wish someone that young to be in this place, but for my own sanity... Nothing.

Laughter echoed off the walls, louder now coming from all around in a growing cacophony.

"She's getting nervous!" Eerie gleeful giggling circled around me as if small children were dancing in circles around me.

"Maybe a little but I think she wants to play with us!"

"She's not screaming like the other ones, no fair!"

Just then all the little giggles turned into excited whispers and gasps. "He's coming for you now!!" squealed a voice in delight.

"He said we can watch!"

I'm not sure if I'm really starting to lose it now but I somehow started to feel a sort of a "shooing" energy, like an adult gently shooing children out of the kitchen so that a delicious feast could be prepared without interference. The giggles quieted and they scampered away, but I could still feel their curious watchful eyes as if they were peeking over the tops of the walls to watch the production.

I felt the energy in the room begin to shift. "Oh now this is interesting, you can sense me." a calm, mature voice said from everywhere and nowhere. It was said with such clarity, knowledge and oh... that alluring sense of power. The soft, yet confident voice resounded in my ear, dark masculine. Suddenly it felt like someone was two inches from my ear. "Hello there." it said simply. The twinge of sadism peaked through his deep voice. Curious and almost bestial.

I shivered. Just as fear started to creep through my body I heard footsteps approaching down the hallway. The presences left as quickly as they had come. I was alone again. The footsteps stopped and I heard a key jangling in the lock to my cell. The excitement started to build once more and I tried to put the voices out of my mind. Being in a cell alone was sure to make anyone a little nuts. This was it. Someone was coming for me.

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I was led forward into a huge ceremony hall. The cuffs and chain leash jangled as I walked forward. It was empty apart from a single robbed figure in the middle of the hall, standing in the center of a pentagram drawn in chalk on the floor with strange symbols all around it. There was blood on each point, turning pink where the chalk and blood mixed. On top of the blood, each point had a different talisman, feathers, bones, teeth, small little clearish things I couldn't make out, and a hunk of oozing flesh with a white substance dripping off the edge of it.

The man was holding his hands face down, stretched out from his body. They were shaking. As I drew closer I could hear him chanting in a guttural tone, deep and pressured despite the softness of his voice. I couldn't make out what he was saying. Closer still, I was led, now feet away from the symbols around the pentagram. The clatter of my clanking chains did not slow his momentum. I could hear the twinge of excitement in his voice, something was nearing completion. His hands shook more, his intricate rings woven with glowing stones were reflecting the fire and glinting specs of light around the hall. Slowly, and then all at once the excitement in his voice died, replaced with hesitation and a twinge of doubt. His entire body began to shake, slightly.

Something was definitely happening now. My guards left me standing near the pentagram, chain on the ground. I was free but captivated. I didn't want to move. I couldn't look away. The air became cold and sharp on the skin as if it were trying to penetrate into the skin itself. Wind picked up out of nowhere, swirling around the man in the center. His tremors became violent, full bodied. His eyes rolled back in his head and his neck arched back un-naturally as if suddenly struck by lightning from the inside. Just then everything stopped. The man stopped shaking and collapsed to the floor.

I felt something. Something in the air maybe. An energy. My heart beat sped up. I could sense... a presence. Dark.

It felt curious at first, still distinctly malevolent. Tendrils of energy started exploring my body. I was frozen. The fear began to set in. What was this ritual? They didn't mention anything like this in the Ad response. My feet felt glued to the floor. I was completely vulnerable. The tendrils became more persistent, snaking around my face. A whisper like static hit my ears. My body tensed.

"Relax little one..... I know your mind..." the whispers alternated ear to ear. With each alternation I felt myself sink deeper into a trance like state, the Bilateral sounds stimulating my------- "I know your darkest thoughts.... I know your deepest desires.... No wonder they chose you for me. You're. Perfect."

My thoughts raced, conflicting emotions rose and fell within me. I'd always believed 'energy beings', and 'demons' existed. I even thought that perhaps one of them gave me my desire for pain. I'm not sure why I feel such trepidation. This is what I wanted isn't it? To be hurt and overpowered?

"This IS everything you've ever wanted" came an eerie soothing voice from everywhere and nowhere. The voice was distinctly masculine and dripping with sadistic desire. Wanton urge for destruction oozing out of every syllable. "Just let go." The voice hissed softly. "I know you want to. I can feel you already leaning in. Your body wants this. Your mind is already mine. Just let it happen."

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask with a quivering voice.

I felt my knees start to shake, they wanted to fall. Every part of me wanted my knees to fall. They were falling. Weren't they?

"Didn't I tell you to relax? Let me in. Now little one"

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Just then it was like the world came back into focus and remembered what it was. Two men grabbed my chain and began to pull me to the back side of the pentagram. As I passed I noticed the small clear bits on one of the points was human nails, bloody. I shivered wondering how many people's pain contributed to tonight's ritual.

Behind the pentagram in the shadows was the man who took me in the woods. I must have missed his presence when I entered, transfixed as I was by the ritual. Though I hadn't seen his face in the woods, somehow I knew immediately that it was him. His jet black eyes stared down at me, drilling into my soul. I kept his gaze, letting a little fire dance in my own. The look said 'Break me if you can. This didn't scare me.' And also... despite my best efforts, a twinge of desire.

His sinister smile widened.

"How are you settling in, little one? Did you enjoy tonight's performance?"

"That was not a performance. Something... happened here. Something came from... somewhere. I heard whispers, I felt an energy trying to overpower me. What was that?? Are you summoning demons here??"

A soft chuckle.

"You'll see, young one. It is impressive you felt so much on your first encounter. For most it takes many experiences to hear him."

"Why won't you answer me? I heard men talking in the hall, your name is Khan isn't it? Who are you? What is the purpose of... of all of this??" I said gesturing towards the motionless figure of the priest slumped in the center of the pentagram. "I thought I was here to be hurt, that's what I paid with my very life for! That's what..."

As I began to express frustration he took two swift steps towards me and stood towering over me, so close I could feel the heat from his body reaching out towards mine. His breath crossed the centimeters between us bringing a slight eucalyptus mint smell that mingled intoxicatingly with his musky aroma.

I didn't back up or even flinch, though my first instinct was to shrink before his authoritative energy. I kept his gaze but my heart pounded in my chest. Every cell of my body was electrified. I forgot entirely what I was planning to say next, my voice trailed off into the silence.

He stared down at me, not letting a single part of our bodies touch. Firm. In absolute control. Without words, without needing to prove anything through action. We both knew he held the power. Sure, I was chained at the wrist so that contributed but it didn't matter. I held his gaze but I could feel my resolve weakening. His stare was not angry. Not evil. It was calm. Confident. Dominant. Resounding.

Within me I felt this odd sensation rising. A desire to drop my eyes. I am broken by no one but to this man I was drawn to submit. I'd dabbled with submission in my time with the kink community but this was not the pre-negotiated dynamic I was used to. This was beyond chemical. I felt like my entire self was already his. How... something else is going on here...

"Stronger than expected.. How interesting. Perhaps he was right about you." He said, not moving. His voice was deep, a slight rasp to it but somehow still velvety smooth. He closed his eyes, tilted his chin up and took a deep breath. His expanding chest nearly touched mine. I suppressed a flinch.

I took this opportunity to blink profusely and gather myself as much as I could without him seeing my fear. Everything in me wanted to release into him. I knew nothing about this man. There was no reason for me to trust him. I mean Jesus, there was every reason not to. But for some reason I felt so safe next to him. Held within his calm, clear and confident energy.

"Mmmm there it is... " He held his hand up inches from my face, eyes still closed, rubbing his fingers together as if trying to feel the energy of the room.

"You're not easily overwhelmed by force. You can withstand any pain in pursuit of endurance. Your nature, a power player. I even sense a truly dark sadist within you. Complex little switch, aren't you?"

Suddenly his hands are around my neck, tightening on my arteries yet still allowing me to breathe. I stumble slightly and take a step back from him under his forceful direction. The pressure increases and I feel the blood pushing behind my eyes, heartbeat pounding in my ears and flushing my skin. My breathing began to slow and the pressure built until something clicked and my consciousness softened into receptivity.

"Not with me though, as you will soon learn. You are being prepared for a very specific purpose now. You will no longer be only one of his playthings as the others are. We'll see how far you make it."

With that he released me and motioned to the guards on either side. They took hold of my upper arms. In his gaze I had entirely forgotten that they were here. They swiftly escorted me back into my cell and left without a single word. They seemed almost like automatons, single minded, one purpose and one task only, to obey. I didn't speak to them. I knew it wouldn't matter. Alone again I brought my fingers to my neck. I shivered with the memory of Khan's fist around it. I desperately wanted to know what else he was capable of. He'll see how far I'll make it? There was nothing that would stop me. I wanted to experience everything he could give and more.

SNEAK PEEK FOR PART 3

I was getting scared now. Both of us were covered in blood. The entire room looked like a horror scene from a movie, dark red blood splattered everywhere. I was getting cold now, losing strength. At first I had braced and strained against the pain, now I was completely limp. My consciousness was starting to fade.

"Ready for the main event?" He snarled at me, temporarily releasing his grip to stare me dead in the eyes. Blood was dripping over his lips, all down his chin and trickling down his neck. The rest of his face was splattered too. And the look in his eyes... It reminded me of the way I felt when I was tapping into my own primal sadistic side in scenes where I was the top. This was another level though. He was something else entirely, bestial and brutal. He was so completely in the moment, full sadistic primal expression, absolute pleasure in his complete control and ownership of me. His prey. I was totally at his mercy. Especially now in my weakened state, he had all the power.

ANOTHER LITTLE SNEAK PEEK

Seeing his blood sparked something in me. That dark part of me that I'd always feared, always suppressed, began to stir, called forth by the force gripping my body.

I heard the eerie soothing voice of the demon I met on my first night here.

"Oh ho, there it is. I knew we would coax it out eventually. Doesn't this feel so much better? So deep. So true. Give in to this moment, child. You wanted the depths. Give up control to your own beast within."

I wanted to scream no! I knew I would normally be feeling panic and fear right now, fear of the darkness within, fear of these beings now working together. The fear would have blocked my darkest parts and returned me to the comforting boxes I was so used to. The lines in the sand that let me continue the delusion that I was a 'good' person. But what truly is good? It's entirely subjective and built on ideas indoctrinated into us so young. A framework that unites society under moral values that are meant 'to keep us safe.'

But this time there was no fear. Only a strange peace. And underneath... a yearning for freedom. It's time. It's time to rise, to step into power. To allow full expression. The walls are thinning. The gates are lowering. I was ready to begin.