Conscious (On Hold)

Day 3

I was wakened by the sound of the door slamming open against the wall. Shocked, I bolted up straight on the bed. For a moment, I was temporarily distracted by the fact that I had no idea where I was. But the naked, angry bad boy had me riveted when he slammed the door closed behind him, locking it.

"You f***** me up!" He shouted angrily. I blinked, confused.

He looked down and I followed his gaze... I had to look away before I threw up it was so disgusting.

There were worms and termites and things on his... I shuddered in disgust.

He growled and proceded to stomp towards me, but I jumped off the bed and on the opposite side of him.

He glared something firece at me. If looks could kill, I'd be over six feet under.

"I'm going to get what I wanted last night and you will NOT stop me!" He growled. "I always get what I want and always will!"

I blinked.

That must have made him angry that I wasn't scared because he turned all shades of red before charging across the bed at me.

I yelped and ran to the door, but he caught my arm. He pulled me back, slamming me on my back on the bed.

Before I had time to think, he jumped on top of me and tried ripping my clothes off that way, grinding his disgusting prick on me. I guess he thought that by doing that I couldn't get up, but he must have been to focused on his motive to realize that my legs were free.

I kneed him; he fell on top of me with a groan. I pushed him over, trying to get up but he grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled me back down. I could hardly do anything with his right hold on my hair, so I stabbed him. How I got the blade; I didn't know, but I was grateful because I could finally get up.

But the door was locked.

Figured that out when the door knob refused to turn.

The bad boy's eyes grew cloudy, looked like today's weather would be cloudy with a chance of meatballs.

I stopped suddenly.... Where did that come from? It sounded like... Like maybe it had come from a movie of my childhood?

I tried remembering my name but I couldn't recall. Maybe it wasn't then.

The guy charged. So did the blade. I'm sure I didn't throw it... I would remember that wouldn't I? Would have felt my arm move wouldn't I?

But I felt nothing so it couldn't have been me.

He fell to the floor in a heap. Was he dead?

I wanted to check, to make sure, but risking a heart attack didn't seem like a good idea if he wasn't dead.

He disappeared: the blood disappeared: the blade disappeared.

...My clothes disappeared.

I jumped for the bed sheets, but then they disappeared.

The door opened.

"You did good, pet," the deep voice said.

My legs felt as if they were about to collapse; his voice sounded that good.

Master.

The word echoed in my head. This man was my... Master. I tested the word out loud to see how it felt on my tongue.

He groaned, and his eyes grew dilated. The air reaked of desire.

I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. That seemed to make him groan more.

"Why?" I asked. "I remember your name but not mine. I remember what you are to me but not how I got here."

He smiled softly. "You're mine. So you will always remember me." His voice dropped and I wanted to pull him to me.

"So you also remember... the pleasure?" He asked, his lashes brushing his right cheekbones. He wet his lips, and it drew my gaze. His full, tantalizing lips that could pleasure me, bring me to the brink of ecstasy over and over again before letting me freefall into a pit of desire.

I remembered. I would never forget.

Tonight. Master was in my head; I didn't mind. You will feel it all. Just wait until tonight.

Those words were like a warm embrace, like hands rubbing soothing, arousing circles down my spine.

Tonight.