Captive

Be a good girl

The feeling of blood dripping down my skin as my bare body lays motionless on the cold, metal table. Strapped down by rough rope and gagged, I lay there staring at the pitch black that envelops me. I hear the door creak open with footsteps following. Light blinds me with a flip of a switch. The sound of him getting closer gives me chills, making my heart beat faster in pure fear.

The sound of his fist colliding against the table makes me flinch and squeeze my eyes shut. He grabs my face, squeezing my cheeks between his fingers. My eyes flick open to see his piercing, emerald eyes glaring down at me. "Now, are you going to be a good girl this time?" He snarls at me, showing off his sharp fangs.

I nod my head in agreement. Tears pool in my eyes and fear makes my heart race.

His hand releases my face, grabbing my neck, squeezing it. "Good girl." He whispers in my ear, brushing his lips against my earlobe. "Now we are going to try this again and you will not make a fuss about it or else you will get a worse punishment than last time."

Last time.....last time I couldn't run fast enough, I couldn't escape. He brought me down here and tortured me. Cut after cut followed until my whole torso became littered with painful wounds. After the torture was over he left me strapped and gagged in darkness for what felt like centuries. I received no food or water. Left in the dark emptiness of the cold basement room.

He squeezed my throat more, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Now I am going to untie you. You will get washed up and await my instructions. If you try to make a run for it again...." He growls, roughly untying my binding. "you will regret it with every fiber of your being. This punishment will seem like child's play if you try to run from me again. The last one who ran was killed immediately. I have shown you mercy and you will be grateful for that '' He brushes his hand against my cheek, pinching it as if I were a child. "You are mine and mine alone and I will not hesitate to strike you down if you proceed to run. I will slit your throat," He guides his fingers down my jawline grazing my neck. "then I will drain you of every single drop of blood your body has to offer." He inches his way down my shoulder, grazing the side of my boob. "Then I will grind up your body and use it as fertilizer for my flower garden.' He pinches the fat of my breast, sighing as if displeased, and continues walking. His cold fingers skim my wounded skin making me wince in pain as he makes his way to my feet.

He stops again but this time at my hip. He caresses it and follows the bone inching closer to my crotch. He looks at me with a smirk. His emerald eyes piercing through me as he studies me, looking for a reaction from me. I lay there looking at him with an expressionless gaze as I watch him. I don't try to stop him, for fear of what he would do. He unties my wrists. The scratchy ropes fall to the metal table. His fingers glide over my skin again, making his way towards my feet.

"Now follow me to the bathroom where you will wash up. I will be outside the door so if you try anything, I will stop you from doing so."

I sit up and remove the cloth used to gag me. My feet hit the ground and I try to get my balance before I follow him. The movement causes the cuts to sting, I let out a slight hiss of pain before proceeding forward. I wrap my arms around my bare chest, shivering from the coldness in the air. I exit the room and hear giggling coming from my left. My gaze examines the dark lit hallway, 6 doors on my left have light coming from underneath the doors. I look across and there are 4 more doors with light emanating from within.

He clears his throat pulling my focus to his lean, muscular figure standing atop the stairs. The aesthetic of this man is dark. Onyx boots enveloping his feet, snaking up his shins ending under his knees. His black pants tucked into the boots, bunching at their edges. A black, long sleeved button up shirt tucked into his pants with a red vest on top. The vest has intricate victorian patterns adorning the sleek fabric. Swirlings of black throughout. Silver buttons bringing the fabric together at the core of his stomach. His arms crossed in disapproval. His chiseled jaw set, smooth and clean shaven. Full lips with a strong cupid's bow twitches in frustration. His hooded emerald eyes stare me down. His s-shaped eyebrows furrowed a bit.