Disappearance: A broken Wing

Rules

      I kept replaying the events of last night in my head, and no matter how many times I went over them, the guilt was still there. I wouldn't be in this position if I had never stopped to help that little girl.

"Good morning, love," Carter said as he casually played with my nipples. I was still tied to bed, suffering every second of this nightmare.

"Listen, I want to start over," he continued, his voice calm but cold. "But we need to establish some rules. I will untie you if you listen. Rule one: I'm not afraid to hurt you—far worse than I already have. Rule two: the sooner you accept that I own you, the sooner these punishments won't be as hard. Rule three: the men here work for me and respect me, but if I gave the word, they could have their fun with you, too. And the final rule—when you sleep, you sleep naked. Understood?"

He fiddled with my hair, his voice smooth like poison.

So basically, everything Carter said meant one thing: my free will was gone.

"Go to hell. I will never submit to you," I spat.

Carter chuckled darkly. "Kara, Kara, Kara... you're going to wish you did."

He got out of bed and made his way toward the bathroom.

"Carter!" I called, making him pause mid-step.
"Yes, love?"
"I have to pee."

"Alright then."

He grabbed a bucket from the bathroom and placed it on the floor, right under me.
"Go pee."
"Are you serious?" I glared at him in disbelief.
"If you don't want to submit, you don't get access to anything."

I took a deep breath, my cheeks burning with humiliation, before finally doing what I had to do. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carter smiling. He was enjoying this.

Once I was finished, he picked up the bucket and left the room.

"I'm going to fix some breakfast. I'll be back to feed you," he said with a grin before closing the door.

The moment he left, I started yanking my wrists back and forth as hard as I could, rubbing them against the rope to create friction. To my shock, I felt the rope loosen, then give way. My feet were next.

The moment I was free, I bolted to the bathroom. There was a small window, but it was far too tiny for me to fit through. My heart raced—I needed another plan.

"Baby, breakfast is ready," Carter called from behind the door.

This was my chance. I grabbed the heaviest object I could find—a thick, hardbound book—and hid behind the wall.

As soon as the door swung open, I struck Carter as hard as I could across the back of the head. He let out a grunt, stumbling, and I didn't waste a second. I ran.

"Come back here!" his voice roared from behind me.

I sprinted through the halls, past the luxurious furniture that now felt like prison bars, heading straight for the front gate. My breath burned in my lungs. I was so close.

Then I felt it—a crushing tackle that sent me flying onto the hard cement. Pain exploded across my head, and I tasted blood.

Before I could scramble up, rough hands grabbed me. The guard turned me over, pinning me down by my throat. I clawed and kicked, desperate for air.

"Let her go!" Carter's voice boomed.

Zues, the bodyguard, snatched me up like I weighed nothing. I felt warm blood drip down the side of my face. I had been so close—so damn close.

"I'm impressed," Carter said, his tone both mocking and admiring. "You've got a strong spirit. Good thing I plan on breaking it."

Before I could curse him, Zues slammed the back of his gun into my head. My world spun, and then everything went black.