Bless Your Little Heart

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I sat against the frame of the toilet staring at the shower I was just in, a towel laying over my shoulders. My skin itched from the slight burn I allowed to form. He stood over me, taking the towel and drying my hair, then moving it around to wipe the wetness off my body.

"Sit here. Don't move." He flashed a serious look to me as my gaze remained fixed on the bath behind him.

He huffed as he walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts for a minute. Hearing his footsteps recede before slowly returning, dress filling my body at the sounds.

He returns with a skimpy night gown clutched in his hand, a pair of black lace underwear hanging off his finger. Approaching me he laying the clothes on the sink beside us, grabbing my arm to lift me up.

"Why no bra." I look upon the clothing, feeling uneasy and disgusted at the sight. My innocence being stripped away more each time this man comes around.

He ignored me as he grabs the towel from my shoulders, lightly tugging it and allowing it to fall to the ground. The damp material landing on my foot.

My breath quickening as he picks up the underwear and kneels before me, lifting each leg carefully as he slipped the material up my thighs, going slower as he grew close to my privates.

Grabbing the key out of his pant pocket, he unlocks one of the handcuffs, gripping my wrist leaving me with no means to escape. He grabs the sheer nightgown before throwing it over my arms and locking my wrists back together.

"Need more pictures."

Speechless I stood before him, silent from his words. The thoughts of why he needed pictures sending my heart into overdrive, feeling it hit the walls of my chest as I breathed uncontrollably.

He grabbed my arm leading me out of the bathroom and back into the godforsaken room I've been stuck in. Feeling wet tears flow down my face as my spirit was crushed.

"Go stand against the wall, back facing me." He pulled out his phone and clicked out the camera, pointing it to where he wanted me.

I dragged my feet, slowly creeping up to the wall. Feeling hopeless and lost, all I want right now is my family, more than anything. What I would do to hear my mothers voice calling my name. Or hearing the door slam from my father coming home from work, reminiscing on the times with them just hurt me more. Almost knowing I'll probably never see them again, never getting to say I love you to them.

I leaned my head against the cold surface, feeling the rough texture rub against my forehead. The cold air in the room brushing against my legs, the only light in the room coming from a small rectangular window above where I've been chained up.

I saw a bright flash surround the area around me, one more followed after. He barked orders at me, telling me which way to move, how to pose, making me bend over. Exposing all that's underneath from the shortness of my clothes.

After what felt like hours, he put his phone away and walked up to me. My eyes locking onto his as they stared daggers into me. "God its going to kill me to see you go. But I still have awhile with you, so I'll make due with what I have." He let his finger slide down my face, unable to move it from the handcuffs that restrained me. I turned away from him, only to feel him grab me, pulling me back to face him.

"I was going to be nice and leave you unchained tonight," He trailed off, looking down onto me. Feeling as if he was looking into my soul, goosebumps forming against my skin. "But you've been such a bad girl today. We'll try again tomorrow."

He pulled my by my neck, leading me back to the corner I've called home for now. Pushing me onto my knees facing the wall as he unlocked the handcuffs. "Maybe tomorrow baby." He remarked, referring to his words from earlier, turning me around he grabs each wrist with ease and locks them back above my head, leaving some chain to allow me some freedom.

"I just don't understand." I looked at his feet, examining the busted up boots, seeing cuts against the tops.

Feeling him stare down on me, his body tensing, "Don't understand what?" His voice thundered against the small walls of the room. He didn't even scream but his deep voice still shook everything in sight.

"Why?" I looked up, now staring into his dark orbs. "Why are you doing this?" Anger laced in my words, pissed off with everything right now. I could care less if he hits me, beats me to a pulp. I just want answers to what the hell Im doing here.

"Trust me, it's better if you don't know." A twinge of humor in his voice, sending waves rage throughout my frail, weak body. He turned away and started on towards the door. Spinning the keys around his finger after each stride he took.

With all the energy I had left, I mustered up the power to scream "FUCKING TELL ME, TELL ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW YOU MOTHER FUCKER!"

He stopped dead in his tracks, the sound of his keys smacking his palm. Feeling the anger building inside him, I regret even speaking up. But to my surprise, his stature softens, slightly turning his head back to me, a smile spread wide across his face.

This was the first time I got a good look at him, I mean I'd seen his face but I never truly studied it, I always just looked into his eyes ignoring everything. The moonlight shining down through the slender window above me, showing his tall stature. His face was chiseled, his jaw sharp, with a slight stubble across it. His eyes were a deadly shade of green, complimenting his olive tanned skin. If I had seen this man in public without knowing him, Id be very attracted to him.

He was gorgeous.

His smile still wide I raised my eyebrow at him, getting more annoyed by the second at his silence. Finally, he spoke, his words like razors digging underneath my skin.

"I'm going to sell you baby."

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