Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

Rules

The following morning, I woke up, and Colton was sleeping soundly on the bed.

His arm was tightly wrapped around my waist. I made an attempt to move, only for his grip to tighten.

"Colton, I really need to use the bathroom," I say

"Fine, but make it quick. We still have to go over the rules. As well as your punishment for running away yesterday."

I quickly ran when he let go, only to find myself hurling in the toilet, the feeling of complete and utter fear running through my veins. After my stomach was empty and I dry-heaved for what seemed like 5 minutes, I used the bath and developed the courage to face my captor.

Colton, now dressed, is sitting on the bed, staring into my soul.

He pats the bed softly a couple of times, signaling for me to sit by him like an obedient little puppy.

I did what he asked, and after all, he easily outweighed me by at least 100 pounds.

I sit by him and pick my nails, waiting for him to start talking. He grabs my hands and looks at me, smiling.

"Okay, so here are the basic rules.

1. Absolutely no escaping

2. Doing anything that can cause you harm

3. You must obey me.

4. You will be respectful to me.

5. No swearing.

6. verbal answers to questions

7. You look at me when I talk to you.

8: You eat all your meals.

9, You will take care of yourself.

10: You will not hit me.

If I need to add more, I'll let you know. He says he is smiling at me as if he isn't some kind of lunatic.

I look into his eyes as he tells me each of his pathetic rules. I simply nod at each one, hoping that will be enough.

"Okay, baby? You got it? "He asks me lightly, squeezing my hand.

I knew he was asking me for a verbal answer.

"Yes, I get it," I say, looking at him and mumbling.

"Good. Now on to your punishment for escaping yesterday by cursing and hitting me. Are you going to be my good girl and get over my lap, or are you going to be a bad girl and make me take you over my knee? I promise you, though it will be worse if I have to force you."

I certainly didn't want to make matters worse for myself.

"I'll be good," I say with tears running down my face in embarrassment and fear.

My legs tremble from fear as I move over his lap. He yanked down the boxers I was wearing.

"I'm going to give you 20 with my hand and 10 with my belt. I want you to count and thank me for each one."
He states as He immediately brings his harsh hand down on my backside. Ow

I said, "One thank you." I felt so fucking embarrassed that I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

This went on until I heard his belt undoing from his buckle; those were the worst. I felt my eyes water even more; I couldn't even see the floor anymore from my glazed-over eyes.

Once he finishes his attack, he pulls the boxer back up, placing me on his knee as if deliberately.

I was a sobbing mess.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. You are forgiven. Shh, it's okay. You are fine," he says, rocking me and petting my hair.

He gently, with the pads of his fingers, wipes my tears away.

"Come on, baby, I'm going to make some breakfast." He says that picking me up and carrying me into the kitchen, he sets me on the chair. The harshness is making me whimper softly.

He chucked. "It's just a reminder for you to behave," he says as he kisses my forehead.

He turns on his heater quickly and begins to cook. I was lost in thought about what'd just happened.