Captive

Hide

"Run"
    My body surges out of the door, boots thudding with each kick of my feet, propelling me from the house. Heart pounding in my ears, adrenaline rushing through my veins. An hour to try to hide, try and conceal myself so he can't find me. I rush past plants that brush and scrap at my bare legs and arms. As I make it through the flora, my attention gets snagged on the sparkle of water through the leaves and the quiet splashing of water. My legs slow as I come upon a small waterfall and the pool of water below it, flowing down a stream disappearing into the distance. Breathing heavily, I take in my surroundings, turning around to survey. The footprints would be a dead give away, something that needs to be covered up. My scent will also be what draws him to me. I start to back track, following until the waterfall is barely audible before covering them. Making sure that all of the tracks have been covered until my boots hit the water of the pond.
Unzipping the boots and taking them off along with my socks, my bare feet sink into the cool water. I tuck the socks into the boots and throw one of them as hard as I can to the right of the pond, hearing it crash through the brush before hitting the ground. With the other boot I throw it with the same amount of effort in the way I had come from. I wade into the water, careful to wash away the prints I had left in the mud before swimming across to the waterfall. There seemed to be a dark space behind the streaming water. Pushing past the water, my feet sink into mud coming up onto a small bank. Eyes straining to adjust, I curl my toes into the sludge, looking down at the thick substance. My body dips until my knees drop into the mud that squelches at the pressure of my weight. I grab handful after handful of the gooey muck and smother it over my skin, covering every single inch of me. Up the lengths of my legs and thighs until I covered my underwear in the cold sludge. My skin crawls at the feeling of it. I lay down, rolling around to try to mask my back before coating a thick layer of mud through my hair. All that was left was my face, slowly I start to layer it over my chin, my forehead, my cheeks. I make sure to be careful as I smear it over the bandages of my wounds, wincing at the pain that tinges my senses. Sitting behind some rocks, I curl my legs up to my chest and peer through the water cascading beside me. The light of the moon dances through the clear liquid, painting a blue tinged glow on the mud and rocks surrounding the entrance to the cavern.
I don't know how long has passed, the hour is surely almost up and Kayn will start his hunt. One hour, that is all I need to hide for, one hour and then I will be free. I hadn't kept my mouth shut again and now this was the consequence, forced to hide just to be hunted like prey. He had started to put his hands on me again, talking about mate this and mate that, and I snapped. Told him I would rather die than be his mate. The wicked smile that cracked his lips will haunt my nightmares, taunting me. I had braced myself for his anger, but the strike never came, only the deadly tone and the challenge he spoke.
"A wager then." He had sneared. "If you can manage to hide from me for an hour... you can be free. If not..." His eyes had burned red staring down at me. "You will be punished thoroughly. I will make you cross a line you can never come back from. Oh, how I will love to see you break when your hands run red. You have an hour before the hunt begins." He had pulled me up and dragged me to the door. "Run."
And that I did, my legs sore from the exercise. It has been a month and a half since I have had any exercise, if you don't count walking around the mansion and cleaning.
If I get out of this. No. When I get out of this, everyone will know my wrath. I will make them all pay for their transgressions, starting with my lovely parents. How I will enjoy killing them, they deserve nothing more than painful deaths for all the children they have wronged. Weak. Yes, I am weak, but I can grow stronger with training. Pathetic human. I am a witch, not just a measly human. I will get out of this and when I do... when I do. Where will I go? That is the million dollar question, isn't it? I have nothing. Nowhere to go. No friends nor family to seek shelter from. No one will be there for me.
I. Have. Nothing.
What is my end goal exactly? Escape and what? Exact revenge? If I did accomplish that, then what would be my purpose afterwards?
*Snap* My body goes rigid at the sound of a twig snapping. I sink further into my hiding spot burying, my face into my knees. Something skittering to my right makes me scramble on the rock I was hiding behind. My muddied hand slips on the rough surface of the rock, causing a sharp pain and me tumbling into the mud. I push myself up from the mud, cradling my now bleeding palm, to see something flying in the sky. A bat in front of the moon. It dips down harshly, going straight for the forest floor. A cloud of darkness explodes from it forming into a tall figure that lands in front of the pond, peering directly at where I hid behind the flowing water. I close my eyes and duck my head, bringing my hands up to my chest. Shit shit shit. Please don't see me, please don't see -
The sound of the water shifts as Kayn steps through the wall of it, boots sinking into the mud before me.
"I will give you credit, you are smarter than you look. Masking your scent in mud was the way to go, but" he grabs my wrist pulling my bleeding hand into view. "This is what ultimately fucked you."
He squeezes my wrist and starts to pull me. I have no time to get my feet under me as my body slides through the muck and water. The waterfall beads down on my head for a split second before I'm being submerged into the water of the pond. His hands push me under before pulling me back to the surface where I gasp for air, flailing my arms until I grab onto him. My breathing is uneven and I wipe at my eyes, pushing my hair from my face.
"What a mess." His lip pulls up in disgust looking at me and the mud now caking his clothing.
He swims us over to the bank of the pond and starts to tear my clothes from me. The movements are rough, causing me to hiss in pain from time to time. I am left bare and I shiver as goosebumps pebble over my skin, the cool breeze colder than before. Most of the mud had been washed away from the water of the pond, leaving a grimy feeling of it that clings to my skin. I look at Kayn as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt before pushing the fabric from his shoulders. He throws it to the ground before stepping closer to me, I unconsciously take a step back and a low growl stops me in my tracks. Cold hands grab at my back and legs, picking me up and pressing me to his muscled chest. The walk back was quiet and I avoided looking at him, instead looking to the stars through the leaves of the trees. They twinkle through the canopy, like millions of diamonds soaking in tar. Every one of them are beautiful in every way through the darkness of the sky. Lights of the island's manor slowly come into view making me hold my breath. What is my punishment?
He opens the door and drops me to the floor, stepping over me and walking down the hallway. I wince in the new pain in my hands and ass from the fall. Getting up, I rub my cheeks with my right hand, bringing my bleeding one to my chest.
"Come." The break in the silence makes me jump.
"Yes master."
I lower my head and follow behind him up the stairs and into a room. He beckons me into the bathroom, and I walk into the spacious area, surveying the bright space. White walls, white counters, accents of gold here and there. A total 180 from what Kayns aesthetic is, darkness. My eyes snag on the glorious walk in shower with no shower heads to be seen. Only a tiny hand held shower and five knobs beside the metal hose of it. I look up at the ceiling of the shower to see a hanging, rectangular glass panel with many holes going across it with long slits on the width of the rectangle. Kayn flicks on a light which illuminates the shower in golden light. He opens the door and motions me to go in. Without hesitation I go into the shower and go up to the five knobs, inspecting them. Why are there five?
Plastic bottles hitting one another brings my attention to the male next to me, placing soap bottles on the built in shelving of the shower. Bare skin, pale smooth skin. I turn away from him looking at the ground. His fingers grip my shoulders, turning me around to face him. I keep my eyes on his chest. The pulling of the bandages on my face has me grimacing as hairs get stuck in the adhesive of the medical tape. He tsks walking out of the shower, rummaging in the cupboards before returning with some disinfection and some more bandages. Grabbing my chin, he tilts my face slightly before pouring the liquid over the stitches. I close my eyes and bite my lip at the pain. He pats it dry before placing more bandages over the stitches.
"How do you know so much about this kind of stuff?"
His movements halt and he looks down at me. My eyes widen as I realize I let my question slip.
"I-I'm sorry master."
I bow my head, my eyes widen as his penis comes into view. I clamp my eyes closed, the image seering into my mind. Fingers tangle into my hair pulling my head back to look at his cold emerald eyes.
"Two hundred years of being around a family that specializes in medicine, you catch on to a few things. Let me finish this, you can look at my dick all you want after." A smirk pulls at his lips and the words make me sick.
"I'd rather not." My lips pull back in disgust, his smirk drops and anger simmers in his eyes.
"You would think you would learn, but alas, here we are." He tightens his grip in my hair and pulls my body flush against his.
My breasts press against his stomach, my belly against his... I think I might vomit. He grabs my left wrist looking at the gash on my palm, sliding his thumb over it. Pain sprouts in my veins as he digs his finger into the wound. I let out a whimpered, tears pool in my eyes, blurring my vision. The pressure of his thumbs builds as he sinks it further into my palm. A cry rips from my lips before he finally releases his grip. He starts to put a waterproof layer on top of the bandages as if nothing happened then starts to turn some of the knobs. Cold water starts to pour from the ceiling making me gasp. Wrapping my arms around myself to keep warm I watch as he adjusts the knobs. Warm water starts to heat my body and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He offers the shower products which I accept and wash myself with. Taking time to wash all the mud from my hair and body. I kept my eyes on everything but him and we quietly showered, thankfully there were no demands to wash him. After the shower we dried and he dressed in some simple clothing that I never thought he would ever wear. A simple T-shirt and some shorts. It was unnerving seeing him in something so plain. As if he were a normal human and not a hideous monster. I looked around trying to see what I was to wear but there was nothing.
    As if seeing the question on my face he said, "Dawn is in a couple of hours so it would be pointless for you to dress now when you are going to be sleeping soon."
    "Where am I to sleep, master?"