Bound by force (Bind her#1)

Chapter-3

Pain.

Hunger.

Thirst.

I didn't know what day it was because in this cell there was no way for me to know.
         The cell was kept at the right temperature, neither too hot nor too cold. The hours seemed to blend in. And I felt like I was slowly losing my mind.

I tried to resist the urge to give in and call out his name but it was proving to be futile. I could feel my resolve breaking and I knew that it won't be long before I give in.

My throat was dry as a desert, I had swallowed my own spit repeatedly to somewhat quench the thirst. But I needed real food and water. The hollow ache in my stomach grew sharper, and a dreadful certainty settled over me, if I didn't give in soon, I would die of hunger and thirst.

I didn't want to die. Definitely not like this.

I wrapped my arms around myself as if I could hold together the pieces of my breaking resolve. I whispered the words over and over—giving in once didn't mean I had surrendered, didn't mean I was lost. But the truth felt hollow. My lips cracked as I forced out a name, barely more than a rasp.
          "Orion..." my voice raw and brittle, stripped of strength, of defiance. It was barely recognizable to my own ears. I knew he could hear me, if the red dots near the vent were any indication. I would bet that these were the cameras from which voice could be heard. Cameras, which were always watching, always listening. But no response came. Just the crushing silence, pressing in, suffocating me.

Tears started rolling down my cheeks in relief when I heard the familiar beep like sound. He strolled in the room carrying two dog bowls in his hands. I looked at him wide eyed as he placed the bowls on the floor and dragged a chair from far end of the cell.

As he stepped closer, my breath caught in my throat. One by one, he released the bonds, the sensation of freedom almost foreign against my skin. But I didn't move— I couldn't. My body remained frozen in place, knees pressed against the cold floor, my gaze flickering anxiously to the devil who had stolen me away. He sat down on the chair and leaned back, his eyes locking onto me with an intensity that made my pulse stutter with unknown fear.

"Crawl."

"Huh?" Dumbfounded, I stared at him, my eyes as wide as saucers.

"Crawl." He commanded again. His voice dark and authoritative, leaving no room for argument.

I looked at him pleadingly as fresh set of tears escaped the confines of my eyes. "Please Orion." I whimpered pathetically, hoping he would change his decision.

Crossing his right ankle on the left knee, he leaned back, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair. "If you are hungry, little bird, you have to come and get your food. Otherwise I can take it away, if you wish so."

The seconds ticked by as I stared at the bowls in front of me as if my quiet resistance might somehow make him reconsider, might remind him that I was more than just a captive. But deep down, I knew better. The monster in front of me was unyielding He would keep pushing, keep stripping away every piece of me, until there was nothing left of my own.
          He didn't utter a word, letting the silence stretch as I sat there, torn between pride and the crushing weight of inevitability. His gaze bore into me, heavy with unspoken command, stripping away the last shreds of my dignity. My hands trembled as they met the cold floor, shame coiling tight in my chest. Swallowing the bitter taste of humiliation, I forced myself forward, crawling toward him, each movement a reminder of my powerlessness. The only thing left of my former self was this dress I still wore; the last fragile remnant of who I had once been.