Snow awoke groggily. She found herself unable to move, her arms bound behind her. More alert now, she looked down to see she was tied to a chair in the center of a cellar with only one light beaming from the ceiling light fixture right above her.
"Wha– the fu—ck?", she slurred as she began to come to her senses slowly. The room was dark as she surveyed her surroundings. "Hello?" she called out, the anxiety starting to seep into her stomach. She smelled nicotine in the air and after focusing her eyes she saw in a dark corner of the room a lit ember from a cigarette, dull at first and then brighter as a figure took a drag.
The figure emerged from the shadows revealing a tall, toned, shirtless man slowly ambling her way. He had piercing blue eyes, a chiseled jawline hidden behind a scruffy beard, tattoos on his neck, chest and arms. His hair was chestnut and combed over to one side, his sides shaved. His arms were muscular, his veins traveling up his forearms likening to vines up a wall hungrily searching for more area to latch onto. A trail from below his belly button down until hidden by his black pants, as he slowly unbuckled his belt and theatrically slid it from it's loops.
"Wha—what do you want?", Snow shakily asked, her voice faltering. The stranger grinned, a devious, twisted, sadistic grin.
"I want you to give me your undivided attention", his voice was a deep baritone that seemed to rumble from his chest. Snow pursed her lips and nodded her head frantically, her heart pounding against her chest.
The man squatted down right in front of her and held her gaze for a moment. Snow breathed heavily through her nose, her nostrils flaring her mind buzzing and blank. Then the stranger spoke.
"As you can see", he said, gesturing to the room they were in, "you are not in your own home. You are safe, no harm will come to you, but you are going to need to listen to me. Do you think you can do that, sweetheart?"
Snow was shaking. She wanted to kick him, to find a way out of this chair and escape. Her mind was racing, but she couldn't think clearly.
"Wh— what do you want?", she asked shakily but forcefully to not seem intimidated. The stranger smiled, a regrettable and apologetic smile. For a moment, he seemed like he was going to speak but he thought better of it. That's when Snow noticed that he was tying her legs to the chair with his belt. She tried to kick out of it, but he had already intricately looped it around each leg, and the chairs legs without her notice, and with a yank, Snow's legs came together and were restricted.
"You motherfucker!" She screamed with fury as she tried to kick and wiggle her way out of the chair, but it was bolted to the ground and wouldn't budge even a centimeter. "You bastard! Let me fucking go!" The stranger stood slowly, towering over her and his face turned cold.
"I'm going to have to ask you to refrain from yelling, or I'm going to have to restrain that mouth of yours as well, which will make it hard for you to eat or drink anything"
"Fuck you! Let me go!", Snow demanded, and the man took a handkerchief out of his back pocket and tied it so her mouth couldn't speak. She screamed until her vocal chords were scratchy and hoarse. The man leaned up against a pillar and watched her, patiently waiting for her to be done.
When she finally couldn't scream anymore, she glared at the man who didn't seem to mind at all. After a few minutes of this staredown, he finally approached her and removed the gag. Snow wanted to spit at him, but her throat was dry. "Whoever you think I am, you have the wron—" she began before he circled behind her and firmly placed his hands on either shoulder, shushing her.
"I'm sure you aren't anyone special to deserve a visit from me, darlin, but my employer don't make it easy to say no to, do ya understan'?. He says jump, you go how high. He says kill this man, you show up with a pair of knives. He says kidnap this girl because she's important to the plan, you do it. See what I mean? My hands are tied... well I mean your hands are tied literally, but mine are metapho— you understand what I mean, don't ya?"
"I have no money or – or jewels – I don't have anything. So you can just let me go, there's no way that I-I-I or anyone I know will be able to pay a ransom or...", Snow was terrified and fumbling over her words. The man towered behind her like a monolith. Slowly one of his hands slid from her shoulder to her neck and he held her there frozen in fear as he hunched down and whispered in her ear "This would go so much easier for you, if you just waited for me to ask you questions. You seem awfully chatty, so I'm sure we'll get along, darlin"
Snow breathed shallowly and nodded as best as she could while he still gripped her throat firmly but delicately from behind. He slowly eased his grip and whispered "Good girl". He stood up and circled back in front of her, facing her with his full intimidating stature as she shook unconsciously.
"First question, sweetheart. You hungry? I'm sure you haven't eaten for a while now"
"W-wh-what?" Snow was genuinely confused, the words were foreign in her ears.
"What? I'm not a savage, I want to show my guest some hospitality. You hungry, I make a mean PB&J"
Snow's mind was swimming, but the mention of food seemed to remind her that she hadn't eaten yet, for how long she didn't know, and she unsurely nodded her head. The man walked out of a door behind her leaving Snow dumbfounded for a few moments. She looked around trying to see if there was any way for her to escape, but there wasn't anything but a few beams, some concrete pillars, and the light above her. She thought maybe she could scream for help and someone, somewhere might hear her, but before she could the man returned. In his hands was a plate with a sandwich and a water bottle. He placed the plate gingerly on her lap, and opened the water bottle. He crooked Snow's chin with his thumb and index, and tilted her head back so she could drink. The water was cold and she hungrily gulped down as much as she could.
He then tore a piece of the sandwich and cradled Snow's shoulders so he could feed it to her. Snow's stomach was famished suddenly and she ate the sandwich piece by piece like it was her first meal in years. He suddenly stopped feeding her, hovering the piece of salvation for her stomach just out of reach from her mouth, and he tightened his grip on her arm as he leaned into her ear, his whiskers tickling her cheek and his nose grazing strands of her hair. His breath was warm, and suddenly Snow realized she couldn't tell if she was afraid, or anxious as chills ran up and down her spine, through her arms, and goosebumps formed on her thighs.
"Now tell me, do you know why you're here, sweetheart?"
Snow exhaled shakily and before she could stop herself it slipped out, "No, daddy". Her nostrils flared, her face was hot with embarrassment, and she felt mortified. Her legs tightened as the humiliation made her clit pulse like a jackhammer, and she prayed to disappear into a wisp of smoke and not exist. Snow mustered up the courage to try to look at her captor, and he returned her gaze. If he had heard her she couldn't tell, he just looked at her calculatively.
"You're here because you know some people that have caused trouble for my employer. As I told you, no harm will come to you, as long as you can do what I say, do I make myself clear?" his voice wasn't showing any sign that he had caught her freudian slip. Snow shook her head, and he continued to feed her. "Good girl" he said as he took the plate from her, and fed her some more water, before leaving out of the door behind her. Snow breathed heavily as she mentally chastised herself.
