Devil's Little Plaything

Part Three

"You'll be an obedient slave before your time is up."

The words kept ringing in my mind like church bells. How long was Mark planning on keeping me here for? I looked down at my bruised and cut hands and let out a sigh. Each breath I took was painful, I felt as though a rib had broken and was scratching at my lungs.

I had lost track of time, had I been here days, weeks or months? I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten...my only source of norishment was water in a steel dog bowl a few inches from my feet. I had no way of relieving myself...properly, my jeans were stained with my own urine, the thought made me sob in disgust. Mark denied me access to the outdoors, this basement didn't have windows, I had forgotten what the sunshine felt like. Still I refused to bow to Mark, I refused to address him as Master and was determined to keep it that way.

I prayed every night that my mother had escaped to safety, and that my new friend Darkiplier had found peace too. I also prayed for a peaceful death, I didn't want to be a slave, stripped of my dignity and self worth, I'd rather die. But Mark was determined to not allow that to happen.

I heard the door open, taken away from my thoughts, I looked up. Mark stepped in, not acknowledging me and heading across the room out of sight. My mind began to race. What was I in for this time? Had he grown bored of his whip and gone to look for another one of his toys? I began to sweat, I knew it was coming, I knew hours of excruciating pain and suffering was coming, yet I could do nothing about it except wait. "Still think you can play the hard man?" Mark asked with a smile. I growled defensively, "you're wasting your time, I'll never answer to you." I replied. He chuckled, "no problem, means I get to have more fun with you." He approached slowly, this time there was no whip in his hand. I hid my anxiety and watched him step over. My mind was racing as I tried to think of a way in which I could run, if I could just get out of the basement and into the house, I could get a weapon. Just as he released the chain from the wall, I took my chance and sprung forward, it clattered to the floor as Mark lost his grip. "You little bastard! Get your ass back here!" He growled. I ran for the open door and sped up the stairs, the chain dragging behind me, I could hear Mark giving chase.

The smell of vanilla hit me as I burst through another door and into a long hallway. Mark's house was grand and beautiful, but there was no time to admire it, I had to get away. I ran down the corridor and found myself in a large living room with a crystal chandelier hanging from the centre of the celling. I yelped as I heard barking, moments later a fluffy golden retriever came bouncing over. "Shit." I turned and ran back out of the room and into the hallway, straight into Mark's line of sight. "Ah, well done Chica for finding daddy's prisoner." He smiled. I gasped and backed up, the dog was sniffing around my legs and nuzzling me. "You think you can just come up to my house? Spreading your disgusting germs?" He growled. I barred my fangs, "you're sadistic bastard! Let me go!" I spat. "You're coming back down to the basement where I'm going to teach you a lesson in manners." Mark lunged for me but I leapt back, his dog Chica ran at him and pounced, her big paws slapping his stomach. "Chica no, not now." He said firmly, trying to get her off. I ran back into the living room and spied an archway leading into the kitchen. I vaulted over the coffee table and headed inside, I then grabbed the knife resting on the worktop island. "I need to get out of here." I panted, looking around. There was an open window above the sink, it wasn't big but looked big enough for me to squeeze through. I leapt up onto the sink and pushed it wide open, the fresh air graced my nostrils. I grabbed the windowledge outside and began pulling myself through. Come on, come on, I can't let him catch me again. I was almost through when I felt him grab my ankles.

"Don't you dare!"

I growled and kicked my legs, his grip loosened and my skinny body slipped through. I crashed into a soft hedge below.

"Argh! I'll catch you, little cunt!"

I shot out of the bush and across the lawn, the wind blowing in my hair. Ahead of me was a fence, it was tall but lucky for me my claws allowed me to climb. I heard Chica barking and yelping from behind, followed by Mark's shouting. I jumped at the fence and clawed my way up and over, the harness caught a nail on top and ripped, allowing me to slip out of it. I'm free, I'm free! I skidded down an embankment towards a main road. I had no idea where I was, I watched the cars zoom past. From a distance, I could hear Mark shouting. I gasped and edged closer to the road, the cars continued to zip like rockets, I watched for a gap and legged it across to the other side. I just caught a glimpse of Mark appearing from a corner near to his fence, luckily he didn't see me. I slumped against the brick wall overlooking an estate and sighed. I was free. Finally free.