This is a nonconsent story/reluctant all characters are 18 and above. If you don't like this don't read it. Please tell me what you think in the comments or how I can improve, or what you would like to see me write. I am still planning to continue Caged with pt. 2 but came across a little writer block with it...Thanks to lovesexandmore for helping to edit this story!!!
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I snapped my eyes open. feeling the cold concrete pressing against my bones, goosebumps started to rise upon my arms, as I tried to huddle up into a ball to conserve warmth. That was when I felt the chain on my ankle. Giving it a harsh tug, I found out that the chain was securely attached to the wall. Fear coursed through my body as I looked around and saw a concrete room, across from me in the other corner on the left side of the room was a metal toilet right next to it was a black storage cabinet. Across the room was the door, a drain was in the middle of the room with a series of rings and hooks screwed to the ceiling, wall, and floor. I took another look around frantically, seeing no windows or anything to tell the time.
Gathering my strength, I rose to my feet and started walking towards the door finding that the chain was several inches too short to reach. I tugged at the chain, hoping for the thick metal chain to break, but it stayed firm no matter how much or how hard I tugged. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down, tears started to crawl down my face tickling my cheeks and I rubbed them away hating how they felt. I slowly returned to the corner of the room where I woke up at. Sitting there confused, thoughts of yelling for help occurred but got quickly shooed away the idea, knowing that whoever brought me here probably had alternative intentions than just keeping me chained up in a concrete room. Too cold and scared to fall back asleep, I examined the chain leading to a leather cuff on my ankle locked there with a small padlock. The padlock required a key in order to open it. I looked around desperately propping my leg up on my knee I started chewing on the leather on the ankle. It was well made and tasted terrible but chewing it helped me with my anxiety and I couldn't just sit there waiting for whoever took me to arrive.
My mind was fuzzy of how I got here not remembering anything but running away and falling asleep in an alley after my parents and I had a fight about the college of my choice. I had successfully passed high school and had received confirmation from several colleges accepting me into their schools but had yet to choose which one I wanted to go to, while my parents had already seemed to have chosen which one I was going to go to. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when I heard footsteps coming towards my door. I quickly curled up in a ball hiding the foot with the leather cuff I was trying to chew off underneath me and acted like I was asleep. The door swung open with a creak as a man around 6'2 walked in, he had brown hair neatly styled towards the back of his head, and serious brown eyes. Wearing a suit he looked very professional. I glared at him under the crook of my arm. His eyes scanned the room as they quickly lock onto my small body curled up and shivering in the corner.
He looked at me for a good while, before an idea seemed to settled on his face as he took a step forward closer to me. I focused hard on not moving as his boots came about a foot away from my face. I saw him rear back one of his feet. He was going to kick me! As his boot came towards me I flinched and scrambled away from him. I heard his booming laughter and saw him set his foot down instead of carrying through with his kick. I removed the hands that were covering my face and looked at him. Fear was racing through me, making me shake as I looked at him with horror. He was going to kick me just to see if I was awake? We looked at each other for a while. He had a huge smile upon his face obviously getting what he wanted out of his nearly violent action towards me.
"Wh- where am I?" I asked, holding myself.
He took a step closer to me, slapping me hard on the cheek. I yelped feeling the sting from his blow and the blood rise to my cheeks. Roughly he grabbed my chin and tilted my head upwards forcing eye contact with his dark serious gaze.
"Did I give you permission to speak!" He yelled in a dominant voice.
"N-no I-"
SLAP
"Did I give you permission to speak!" He said in a calmer voice slowly enunciating each word. His hand raised ready to strike again if I dared to disobey again.
Slowly I shook my head, not attempting to speak again. He lowered his hand and took a step back, looking at me again with a calculating stare. I shuffled closer to the wall trying to make as much space between me and my kidnapper as I could. Slowly I made sure to remember to tuck my leg underneath me not wanting him to see the chewed on cuff. Hearing him sigh as he got up and left the room. The door slammed shut, a subtle click letting me know that it was locked with no way out. I took a shaky breath trying to calm myself. Even though abductor was gone, my heart still threatened to beat out of my chest making me feel sick. I got up using the wall to help me balance my shaky legs as I walked towards the toilet. I heard the air condition kick on as cold air was being blown into the air. Weird it felt so warm while he was in here.
I worked all during what I assumed was the night on chewing off the leather restraint. I was tired and cold when I was finally able to get it off. I looked at it feeling accomplished. A warmth seemed to spread throughout the room and I grew sleepy, I closed my eyes for a few seconds not even falling into any type of sleep before the door suddenly opened up. I looked seeing Mr. Kicks- a- lot enter the room, wearing black slacks and a blue and white tightly striped shirt. He was followed by another man, who carried a black bag and was dressed in a casual button-up shirt and khakis and leather shoes. I took in the two men that had just walked into my room. I never realized how broad and well-muscled my capturer was until I saw him by this other man who looked fit but definitely not as strong as my kidnapper.
The other man looked around the room slowly his face settling into a deep frown then looking at Mr. Kicks beside him as if he didn't know how I was being treated. They had a silent staring contest in which my capturer won in mere seconds as the other mand shied away and came over to me, kneeling down to get to my eye level as I tried to shrink back further into the concrete wall away from him. He reached his hand out towards me and I flinched. He gave a quick look to my kidnapper by the door at this reaction. He reached his hand out again more slowly, as if trying to pet a stray dog that could bolt at any moment. His hand touched my face and I immediately slapped it away. I heard my kidnapper clear his throat and look at me sternly. I slowly lowered my hand after seeing the anger in his eyes.
"Hey," the man in front of me said drawing attention to him, "now I know you are scared but I need you to behave. I am a doctor just here to make sure that you are healthy."
I moved my head slowly, showing that I understood him. He reached into his bag pulling out a small flashlight. He slowly instructed me through a normal physical, occasionally writing notes onto a clipboard he had. The doctor was very gentle. I saw him look behind him giving a silent signal to Mr. Kicks, who until now was just leaning against the wall staring at me, his lips pressed into a small line the whole time. He walked towards me and knelt down.
"Give me your ankle," He said.