Alexis's pov:
I woke up around noon today. I felt something dripping down my leg as i checked the phone Marcus had given me. Oh shit. I should start today. Fuck! I have to be naked down here! I got up and quickly ran to the bathroom in the basement with me. I opened the door and walked inside, scanning the room quickly to see if I had any tampons or pads left. I felt my heart drop as I saw that I ran out. I sprinted to the basement stairs and up them, beginning to bang on the door and yell.
"I demand you let me out of here before I kill you, damnit!" A few seconds later, the door swung open which caused me to stumble down a stair. There stood Marcus, pissed off and glaring at me. He picked me up and kicked the door shut with his foot, starting to walk down the stairs. I gulped as I wasn't sure how he would handle it this time. He dropped me on my ass onto the floor by the stairs and stared down at me.
"You don't get to decide anything, darling. I make the rules and you obey them if you wish to remain unharmed." I looked at him, infuriated.
"Well I'm my own person!" I screamed at him, not looking at him.
"I own you darling."
"Fuck you!!" I spit on him, not knowing how Marcus would handle that.
"You better get on your knees and fucking pray I forgive you."
"You're just fucking selfish! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!! You're a fucking bitch!" He glared down at me which slightly intimidated me but I've begun to get used to it since he does it a lot.
"How dare you talk to me like that? Go wash that filthy mouth out with soap." I gulped and looked at him, not wanting to as my parents used to make me do it as punishment.
"N-no.."
"Now!" I nodded and quickly ran to the bathroom within the basement, grabbing the container of hand soap and squirting a pump into my mouth, nearly gagging at the taste. I began to swish it around in my mouth, tears forming in my eyes as I did so. Marcus walked up to me and began speaking. "You won't be eating tonight for that poor attitude, nor will you be showering. I don't want you on the bed tonight, you'll be sleeping on the floor naked. Got it?" He looked at me, his eyes telling me to just agree so I nodded.
"Yes sir, I'm sorry," I began after spitting out the soap and rinsing my mouth out.
"You better be. I'm getting sick of this behavior, hun."
"I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and lashed out on you, I'm sorry sir," I looked at the floor and waited for him to leave.
"I get it, don't lash out on me next time. I'll bring you food in the morning, okay?" I stayed silent and just nodded, him patting my head before walking away. After I heard the basement door shut, I shut the bathroom door and sat in front of the toilet, beginning to throw up into the toilet. After about 5 minutes of throwing up, I finally stood up and flushed the toilet, washing my hands and wiping my mouth, rinsing it out as well. I walked back to my room and laid on the floor next to the bed, yawning and falling asleep.
-an hour later-
-Marcus's pov-
It's been an hour since Alexis fell asleep. I feel bad for taking it that far but she spit on me. I usually don't make a huge deal out of things like this but this time it was just no. I sighed as I walked down into the basement with a box of tampons. I walked up to Alexis and picked her up gently, carrying her to the bathroom and starting to clean her off. After I had finished cleaning her, I began inspecting the box of tampons, trying to figure out how they worked. I ended up calling a female friend of mine.
"Hey Tasha, I need your help."
"With?"
"How the hell do you put a tampon in a person?" She began to explain how to do it, as she did i followed what she said to do and managed to get the tampon in, hopefully in a comfortable spot. I grabbed out her favorite pair of lace bra and panties, sliding them on her and pulling the blankets over her. I sighed and walked back upstairs, shutting and locking the basement door behind me. I hung up on Tasha and sat down on my couch, sighing as i turned on the television.
-6 am-
-Alexis's pov-
I woke up, feeling warm which was weird because I slept on the floor. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, noticing I was on my bed with bra and panties on. I lifted the blankets and seen the blood was cleaned, checking and seeing I had a tampon in. What. The. Hell. How?! I sighed, realizing it would've been Marcus. I reached over onto my nightstand and grabbed my phone, nothing special just one of Marcus's hand-me-down's with parental controls. I have a few games like Roblox, Subway Surfers, Temple Run, Aquapark.io, etc. I unlocked my phone and began to play Subway Surfers, yawning as I did. A few minutes later, I heard the basement door unlock as Marcus began to walk down the stairs. I smiled a tiny bit as I enjoy his presence. He walked over to me and sat on the corner of the bed, smiling softly as he began to speak.
"Good morning princess, I'm sorry about last night. Now, if you're a good girl today, you'll be able to shower with warm water today and I'll let you wear clothes today." I nod slowly as he stood up and walked upstairs. About an hour later, Marcus walked back downstairs and sat on the corner of the bed again. I looked around and continued to play on my phone, trying not to focus on him too much as his looks alone is enough to turn me on. I bit my lip as he began to speak to me, I wasn't paying attention to anything, just his voice. After a couple minutes of talking to me, I began to get angry, just wanting left alone.
"Fuck off!" He grabbed my phone as I said that.
"You should be grateful I even come down here to talk to you at all, brat." He then walked back upstairs, with my phone. Roughly 5 minutes Marcus walked back down the stairs, holding my two least favorite foods in the world, peanut butter & jelly and pickles. He knows I hate them and he tends to feed me them when I act up or disrespect him. He walked over to me and sat the plate with the food on my lap, smirking. "Eat up." I pushed the plate off of my lap and in front of me, hugging my legs as he glared at me. "Not eating the food I give you isn't going to make me give you nicer food, darling." I sighed and nodded, grabbing the plate and starting to eat.
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My Dominant Kidnapper
RomansaA 19 year old girl has been locked in her kidnappers basement for 3 years. He is very strict and always knows what she's doing. She's loved him since the 6th month of being held captive. She tends to try and escape a lot, be bratty, demand him to do...
