Random Short Stories from the Pen of Yours Truly

My Creepy Pet

First thing I see, you'd think it would be the bright sun shining through my window, bird chirping happily outside. That wasn't the case, but because I'm just waking up from a beautiful slumber, I thought I was dreaming about the purple light dimly illuminating from the LED lights shaping the top of the four walls I am in. I look down and realize that I'm completely naked. Like no undies, no bra, no clothes naked.

Above me was a shelf so close I could touch the other side of it with my fingers. Speaking of my fingers, I notice the white rope around my wrists holding my hands spread out in the air. Each piece of rope is tied to the huge bedposts on either side of the bed. Surrounding the bed is a light purple see through drape.

Thinking quickly, I scramble to find anything sharp on the shelf above me and something pierces my finger pad. I look up at my finger to see it bleeding and I smile. Since my feet aren't bound to the bed, I use them to hoist myself up to suck the blood up so my captor doesn't suspect anything. Using the hand that found the weapon, I pull it to the end of the shelf above my head, choosing it as my weapon in case whoever this creep is doesn't set me free...or tries to kill me.

He has no idea who he fucking with, I think in my head.

Sinking back into the position I woke up in, I notice the bed beneath me is a simple soft white. The walls were also white, and for a second everything seemed to be nothing but white and purple until I saw the bottom of the door light up. I was in someone else's house, but whose house it was had fallen short of me.

The door opens, and a figure steps inside the room, slowly closing the door.

"You're awake," his voice rings out to me, and I find myself suddenly aroused at his deep growl of a voice.

"Why am I naked? Did you kidnap me?" I ask.

A low chuckle escapes him as he replies to me. "Yes...and no." He begins walking to me, one step at a time until his knees knock against the bottom of the bed. The purple is really not helping me identify who this mysterious man is, which begins to irritate me. "Yes, you came back here with me. I got to admit, you're not like any other girl I've ever met." It didn't take a genius to know what he was talking about, but I decided to play dumb for the hell of it.

"What do you mean?" I ask him, and he just smiles. "Did we have sex?"

"Yes." He responds, and I gasp. "Drunk oral sex. You took control of the entire thing, and man can I say, you are a goddess. I'm not even mad that I didn't get the chance to be served the way I served you, but my satisfaction didn't matter in the moment we had last night." He climbs up on the bed, removing the cover off me quicker than I can protest it. The cold air nips my skin at the removal, and I bite back a shiver, bringing my knees to my chest when he reaches for my foot. "You, doing what you did last night, why would I want to let you go?"

"Because I have no idea who you are. Hell, I can barely see you in this dim ass light. Who even are you?" I exclaim, squinting my eyes to try and see him in this weak light. "You need some new lights."

He chuckles again. "I can see fine. Plus prolonging the suspense of who I am is much, much better."

"Prolonging the expense of who I am is much, much better." I mock him, rolling my eyes. "Listen sir, take this rope off my wrists, get me some clothes, and let me go. I don't have time for this."

"I'm sorry but I can't-" He starts but I interrupt.

"Can't?" I exclaim. "Or won't?" He just stares at me, and I sigh. "Look, from what I know about me you were just a one night stand. I don't know if you know what that is, but it's pretty self-explanatory. So, if you will, let me go. Please and thank you."