Far Away

[4] Rules, Punishments And The Clock

Logan

I wake up from being moved. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I felt someone throw me over their shoulder and lightly caress my ass as I feel sick at the contact.

Was this some type of sick joke?

I groan as I struggle to open my eyes again, finally they cooperated with me and I was staring at the ground moving and big black boots striding through the dark. I tried to make an attempt to kick my legs, but I was too weak, so I tried for voice. All that came out was a high pitched whimper and as I did it again, a hand came down hard on my ass this time. I weakly jumped and whimper again at the contact. The man carrying me tightened their grip around my legs and talked in a low deep voice.

"Hey, hey, Logan right? You need to keep quiet darling. Wouldn't want you getting yourself hurt, would you?" I widen my eyes as the back of them burn with unshed tears.

The man carrying me stopped walking, unlocking a door and walked in. He walked through a dark house as I stare at the wooden floor as he walked up some stairs and down a long hallway and opened another door with steep stairs going up. I lay slumped over his shoulder helplessly until he reached an attic, he laid me on my back on a mattress and cuffed one of my ankles down to the floor. I stare at the dark ceiling as the man walk away and flipped on a light switch, instantly hurting my eyes. I cringe from the brightness and the man chuckles with sarcasm.

"Sensitive to the light? You shouldn't have slept all day." He shrugs and I glare at him.

"Slept all day my ass. You kidnapped me, you fucking bastard!" His nostrils flared as he lean down and pull me up my hair. I wince from his grip and gasp loudly as he slaps me across the face. I've never been hit like that before my entire life. He lets me go and back away speaking deathly low to me.

"Listen hear you little slut. You're here for a reason, so just shut your pretty little mouth and follow directions or you'll be punished." I breathe heavily and glare at him. He slides a chair with a big cardboard box on top of it across the attic and stopped it in front of me. He reached in while looking at me.

"You have been driving my boy crazy this year. Occasionally looking at him, blushing and leading him on. All he talks about when he comes home is you Logan Browning. He says you never talked to him even though you would stare, I think that's rude to tease my son and I'm tired of him suffering sexually while you flaunt your pretty self around him everyday. So we've planned your stay here at our house until he gets his fill of you." I feel sick as he talked.

What the hell was he talking about?

I never lead on anybody, let alone talk to anybody. The man pulled his hand out of the box and held up a short black dress and black heels. I stare at him in confusion as he drop them on the mattress next to me. I picked them up and look t them closely, then the man cleared his throat.

"You are expected to put that outfit and look presentable before that clock strikes 10pm. He points to a tall grandfather clock next to the attic door. I scrunch up my face and stutter out.

"W-What h-happens at 10pm?" The man smirks, leaves the box on the chair, pushed it closer to me and walk towards the door. He turns before leaving and glares at me.

"You'll just have to wait and find out at 10, which seems to be in 15 minutes. So you better start getting ready, wouldn't want a punishment on your first day." He chuckles evilly, closing and locking the door. I started to shake as I tried to breakdown what he just said.

The weird blonde headed guy from school?

I only stared at him cause he'll stare at me first, but I never led him on ever. I shake my head as tears threatened me as I glance at the clock and it reads 9:47pm. I shudder and stand up, walking towards the window, but stopped five feet away from it. The restraint around my right ankle wouldn't allow me to go any closer. I sigh softly and went over to the box on the chair. It has a brush, perfume, lotion, a mirror and make up in it. I shake my head sadly and glance at the clock again and it reads 9:51pm.

I gasp and quickly stripped out of my clothes when I felt something hard in my left uncuffed bootie. I quietly, but quickly take it off and reach inside and almost cry with my as I take out my phone. It was fully charged and on silent from being at school. I died a little when I seen the No service sign. I quickly go to the settings and turn the brightness down to save me battery, then turn it off. I kiss it and slide it under the mattress in the upper right corner. I then continue to strip as I place my clothes in the box putting the box in  the closet corner and put on the dress.

I brush my hair, spritz a little perfume and applied black eye shadow, black mascara and bright red lipstick. It was the only makeup in there, none of them my colors at all. I honestly felt disgusting and cheap. The dress hugged me tightly, but was way too short, showed too much cleavage and the heels were way too tall for someone trapped in an attic. I frown, crossing my arms over my chest and jump when the grandfather clock made a loud booming noise three times. I whip my head around and stare at it in fear.

10pm...

I suck in a quick breath as my heartbeat starts racing, the clock goes silent and I hear footsteps coming up the attic stairs. I stand far away from the door as my restraint would let me and stare at the weird blonde guy opening, closing and locking the door right behind him...

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