Heather's Hope

Chapter Two

Heather's POV

I entered the hallway silently looking for Frank. I searched every room but couldn't find him. I tried to make a dash for the door but Bob stopped me. He lifts me up and carries me to a room. He sits down on a chair and bends me over his knee. He smacks my ass hard three times leaving me red and stinging.

"Where were you going?" He said to me. I tried to get out of his grip but couldn't.

"Nowhere." I said. He pulled me up and made me sit on his lap. He pulled me close and leaned forward.
"I never want you to lie to me ever again. Do you understand me?" He said in a menacing tone. He moved the hair out of my face and grabbed my chin to look at me.

"I can see its time for a lesson here." He said smashing me against the table and undoing his belt. I held onto the table and braced myself like I did everytime. After he was finished fucking me, He took a step away from me.

"We could have done this a much easier way Heather. But you insisted on being stubborn again, when will you learn? Such a shame." He said. I fixed my clothes and turned around to face him.

"How dare you." I say wiping my tears. He grabbed my neck and slammed me against the wall.

"I think I should have a little word to Frank about you." He slapped me hard across the face and pulling me through another door, deeper into the house. Shackles hung from the ceiling and assorted chains,whips and gags. He grabs my wrists and places them into shackles, binding them above my head. He acquires a gag from the wall and slides it into my mouth. He undresses me once again. Once the clothing is removed he reaches behind me and grabs a flog and runs it along my skin. I close my eyes as he swings the flog striking my stomach. He continues striking me until my stomach is a shade of red. He releases me as I fall to the cold ground. I spit out the gag.

"Why are you like this? Dont you have a girlfriend to do this shit to." I say.

"Oh yes my girlfriend simply adores this kind of treatment. Shame you can't join the program yet, but no matter. Well make a good slave out of you yet." He says placing the flogger back.

"A slave?" I say confused.

"Oh Frank hasn't told you yet. Today's your 16th birthday and today is where you offically become a slave." He tells me. He casually stroll around me.

"You won't be leaving this room or interacting with anybody, until I permit it." He says, glancing at the kennel style cages in the back of the room. He picks up a collar and leash and comes back. He fixes the collar to my neck and attached the leash.

"Clothes." I say shivering. He laughs loudly walking to a table where he reaches for It's pair of surgical scissors. What the hell is surgical scissors doing in a room like this. The thoughts of its use sent shivers down my spine. He cut what little was left of my clothes remain. He continued to laugh as he placed the scissors down. I tried to stand but he knocked me to the ground.

"Crawl Heather, you haven't earned the right to walk yet." He starts to drag me across the ground.

"Fuck you." I say. Stopping suddenly, he spins around to see me. Placing a hand on the back of my neck, he shoves my face down to the ground. He grabs a paddle
from a bench and unleashes multiple blows reddening my ass. Roughly he grabs me and drops me infront of an open cage. I crawl in avoiding another beating. He closes the door and locks it.

"Better, now we'll see how you attitude is in the morning." He says sliding me a small sandwich and a bottle of water. He chuckles and turn the lights off before walking to the door.

"Oh and Happy Birthday." He says as the door swings closed with a hollow boom leaving me alone and in the dark.