The white room

I had just left the bar after getting into an argument with some drunk lady. I had no ride home or money for an Uber, I had gone alone. Even though I had a few drinks, I had walked there so I can walk the 30 minutes back. Only problem was it was midnight, cold, and my phone was dead. Luckily, I walk to and from the bar a lot, just never this late. So I started walking hoping I could get home safely. As I was walking, I kept hearing strange noises around me, probably an animal, though. We have a lot here, and most are harmless. So I kept walking and I was almost home until I felt a tight grasp around my waist. Then a few seconds later I hit the ground. Thats all I could remember. I don't know how long I was out, or why. But when I woke up, I was in an all white room. Beside me was a white bed. It didn't look too comfortable. The ground was cold on my thighs. I tried to move, but my hands were chained to the wall and my feet were chained to the floor as I sat there, cloth less, scared, and cold. In front of me there was a guy sitting on a small, white stool. He looked around my age, being in his late twenties. When he saw I was awake, He quickly got up and left the room. It felt like it was getting colder every second. The coldness did not make time faster. A few hours later a different guy came in. He was hot. He looked like he just came back from being on a run. He was ripped, too. He came over to me scanning my body, then looking me straight in the eyes. "How old?" He said with no emotion at all. "Uh, 2-27" I could barely speak, the way he kept scanning my icy cold body but didn't look fazed at all made me very confused. "Name?" He said while grabbing something. I responded with "Isabelle, what is that?" "Ill ask the questions." He said. He pulled out some other things, but I couldn't see them that well. He came over and moved my head up to look at him. His hands were so warm. He came closer to my face, so close I could feel the coldness of his breath. He softly kissed me, his lips feeling like ice. "Why are your lips so cold, but your hands so warm?" I asked. "No questions." He said while turning around and writing something down. After he was done writing, he left the room with that paper. Nobody else came in for the rest of the day so I was left with my own thoughts. Where was I? There was no windows, no cars, no birds, just silence. I started looking for a way to break out of the chains. Not even a scratch. Someone heard the loud noises I was making and came in. It was the same guy from before, the one who asked all the questions. He said "Trying to break out? Bad girls deserved to be punished." So over he went to the area of everything he got out. He pulled out what looked like a vibrater with spikes. "Spread your legs." He said while looking down at my pussy. "No, what are you doing!" I said fearfully. He then grabbed my legs as I was kicking and yelling just trying to get him away from me. He spread open my legs and sat in front of me. He then took two fingers and put them inside of me. He started going really fast. I was moaning and screaming louder than ever. He didn't stop until five minutes after, but then he spit on me and stuck the spiky vibrater in. It hurt, but felt good. He then started sucking and biting my nipple hard. With the other one, he used his finger to squeeze and twist it. He then stood up and took his pants off. He dick was big and hard. He then stuck it in my pussy without a condom. He went so fast, leaving me shaking. He pulled out and cummed all over me and into my mouth. When he finished he slapped my pussy then got up. I couldn't stop shaking. "See what happens when you are a bad girl?" He said while grabbing my tit hard. "Yes.." I replied shakily. "Call me daddy, or ill do all of that again, but harder, and longer." He said while looking deep my my eyes. "Yes daddy" I said.