Devil's Little Plaything

Part Eight

I watched Mark as he wound the bandage around my leg and secured it with a safety pin. "You've certainly given me the run around, haven't you?" He asked playfully. "I would've been long gone if it wasn't for that dirty trick." I growled. Mark chuckled and stepped away from the bed. "You know, I've warmed to you. In a, benefit to me sort of way." He said as he headed over to his workbench. "What do you mean?" I replied through gritted teeth, my leg throbbing. "I have a very big house, as you saw." He exclaimed. "What of it?" I snapped back. "You'd be of much use to me, as a slave." I felt my blood boil, anxiety and adrenaline rushed through my veins. "No! I'll never serve you! I'll never serve anyone!" The leather straps held my wrists tightly to the sides of the bed. He spun around on his heel and stepped over to the bed. "You'll serve whoever your master is and from now, I'm your master." He held up a leather collar with a dog tag hanging from the ring. My eyes widened. "You dare." I snarled. I turned to try and bite him but he stepped out of the way. I felt his hands grip my skin and the leather push up against it. It was disgusting, undignified. "Stop!" I yelled, wrenching at the straps and kicking with my good leg. A buckle clicked into place and Mark leaned down to me. "You're not a person anymore, you're property." He smiled. I spat at him, saliva splashed onto his nose and and cheek, he drew away quickly and instinctively wiped his face. "You little rat!" He cursed. I leaned forward and tried to knaw at the straps with my teeth but I couldn't reach them.

"You're not going anywhere!"

I howled in pain as a whip hit my aching leg, I went lightheaded as the wound stung. "You will do as I say, demon. Or else." He slung the whip over his shoulder. "Or else what?" I taunted, he grabbed my leg and squeezed it, the white bandage quickly turned red with blood as he tightened his grip. "S-stop! Stop!" I screamed, tears running down my cheeks. He let go and the pain began to cease. "You were saying?" He cooed, unbuckling the straps around my wrists. I panted hard, sweat streamed down my face and dripped from my hair. "Hm? Still care to resist?" He took my arm and forced me to sit up. I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a warm sigh. "That's what I thought. Good boy." He praised, pulling me off of the bed. I instinctively grabbed his arm for support as my leg gave way. "I'll go easy on you until that heals. Sound fair?" I looked up into his wild eyes. There's no way out, no sweet release of death. I'm doomed. My fate is sealed. "Yes...Master." The words stung as I spoke, I felt my dignity and self worth disappear, I was his now.

Reluctantly, I took Mark's hand and he lead me through the basement and up the stairs to his house. Immediately his dog Chica ran up to us, her slobbery tounge hanging from her mouth. "Good girl Chica, go play." Mark ushered her away gently. "First you can vaccum and polish downstairs, then you can clean the bathrooms. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I barely heard him, he prodded me gently in the back. "Understand?" He asked. I nodded reluctantly and he let go of my hand. I stumbled along the corridor, my shaking hand touching the wall for support. "Vaccum cleaner and cloths are in the cupboard with the white door." He called. I didn't answer, I gripped the handle of the door and opened it slowly. Inside sat a Henry hoover, mop and various other cleaning supplies. I let out a sigh and stepped inside, I heard footsteps above me, Mark was heading upstairs. Fucking asshole. Look at me, about to clean and dust a man's home who's beat me, tortured me, starved me and humiliated me.

I took the hose of the hoover and dragged it out of the cupboard, I then found a nearby plug and began to vaccum the living room. There were several framed photos on Mark's wall of himself, Chica and a blonde lady, I presumed it was a girlfriend. I continued to clean and put the vaccum cleaner back in the cupboard. I leapt back as Mark descended the stairs. "Finished already?" He raised a brow. "Y-Yes." I replied, my stomach swirling with anxiety as I ran over what I'd done in my head. "Good." He praised, heading into the kitchen. "What do you want me to do now?" I asked nervously. "Bathroom, don't go in the master bedroom." He called back. He didn't see but I smirked cheekily. Wonder what he's hiding in there? Aside from an oversized vibrator? I chuckled quietly to myself before hobbling up the stairs.

Chica was wondering around the hallway when I arrived, she saw me and bounced over happily. "Hello." I smiled, running my hand along her lovely, soft coat. "It must be hard having such a nasty owner. Well, you probably get treated better than I do." She ran downstairs, tail wagging.

I made my way to the bathroom and found the mop jammed up behind the toilet. I gave the room a quick once around before dropping a few bleach tablets into the toilet and putting the lid down. Chica was sniffing around when I stepped out. I peered over the banister and saw Mark snoozing peacefully in an armchair. Time to check out that master bedroom.

I crept quietly along the hallway, making sure I didn't put too much weight on the floorboards. I reached a door with a shiny golden handle, a little hanger was attached which read 'do not disturb'. I gently gripped the handle and opened the door, immediately I was greeted by the smell of aftershave. Mark's bedroom was well made up, a double poster bed sat proudly in the corner adorned with silky red sheets. A grand dressing table stood by the window, housing his assortment of aftershaves. Why didn't he want me in here? It just looks like a perfectly normal bedroom. I carefully looked around, everything was neat and tidy. I was about to leave when my eyes fell upon a floorplan on his bedside table. On closer inspection, it was a floorplan of the basement. There was a hidden room at the back where he tortured me... that's why he didn't want me in here, he must be hiding something down there.

"Anti! Are you done up there?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin, placing the floorplan back on the table, I hurried out of the room and gently closed the door. I made it to the top of the stairs just as Mark was about to climb them. "Yes Master." I replied anxiously. Praying that he hadn't heard me in his bedroom. He smiled warmly then beckoned me downstairs. "Good boy. You must be hungry after all that housework." My stomach grumbled audibly in agreement. "Go sit in the living room, I'll bring you something." He headed into the kitchen. I headed into the living room and sat down next to Chica on the floor. She licked my face and pawed at me gently. I rubbed her head and she flopped onto my lap.

"She's taken a liking to you." Mark said as he walked in. He had two steel bowls in his hands. "Come on Chica, dinnertime." He placed the bowl on a mat next to her bed. He then handed me the other bowl which was full of shredded raw chicken. "Thank you." I took the bowl with shaking hands. "I'll be in the basement, once you've eaten come down and meet me and I'll show you your bed." He called, the basement door shutting. He's being awfully kind to me...is that because I'm doing what he asks? Or is he lulling me into a false sense of security before he strikes again? I just better keep on his good side before I plan any escapes.

I ate the chicken and took the bowl into the kitchen before going to meet Mark. Flashbacks of his torture sessions hit me as I decended the stairs. I gulped and slowly continued down until I reached the cold depths of his basement. My bare feet met the cold, stone floor, sending shivers through my body. "M-Master? Hello?" I called out. I'm never going to get used to calling him that.

"Down here."

I stepped past the bed which was stained with my blood and headed to the little alcove. Mark was laying down blankets and sheets on the floor by my water bowl. "You'll sleep here, when I'm ready for you I'll come and collect you. Do not come out of here without my say so, understand?" He said firmly. I nodded. "Good. You best get some rest, I'll be down in the morning to redress your leg and give you your tasks." He stepped out of the way and walked back through the basement. "Oh, and don't touch anything. Unless you want a beating." He called just as the door slammed shut. I heard him lock it before heading back up to his house. "Great." I sighed, plonking myself down on the blankets and pulling one over myself.

My eyes closed gently and I felt myself drifting off to sleep, that was until I heard someone call out to me...

"Help me."