Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

Until i can trust you

He practically drug me through the house, my small leg struggling to keep up with his long strides.
He opened the bedroom door and walked in, slamming the door behind him with great force.

His anger is clearly radiating from his face, he tells me.
"Sit on the bed." as he walks around the bedroom, pacing back and forth, tugging harshly on the roots of his hair.
"What?" I start to say before getting cut off.
"Don't fucking talk right now." He says this through clinched teeth as he glares at me.
He continues to pace around the bedroom over and over. I hear his feet shuffling against the ground as I stare at the bed.
He retrieved something from the closet. I don't bother looking, as I know my fear will amplify more than it already is.
He sits on the bed and says, "Get over my lap, Hannah.".
His eyes look like they have softened slightly, but he still held determination in them determination to fulfill whatever sick fantasy he had in mind.
Once I'm over his lap, he yanks my bottoms down.
"Put your hands behind your back." He demands.
I placed my arms behind my back, just doing as he said and hoping that he took it easy on me.
My wish was quickly eradicated when he hit my bottom harshly with his belt.
"Ouch." I say, sucking in my breath.
He continues to hit me harshly over and over again. Switching sides but always staying in remotely the same area, so the skin is extra sensitive.
Soft pleas leave my mouth unheard.
His tournament continues for, I don't know, how long, but eventually he does stop.
Tears continue to stream down my face as I choke over my own sobs.
He lets go of my arms and pulls my bottoms up.
Pulling me to sit on his lap.
It's hard to see with the tears that coat my vision, making everything blurry. I do notice, however, the wetness of Colton's pants from my tears because of his attack.
He softly rocks me back-and-forth in a soothing manner, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
"Shh, it's okay, it's over now, and you are forgiven." He tells me as if I am trying to comfort him as I struggle to catch my breath.
He softly brushes my hair with his fingers.
As he continues to try and smooth me, Once my breathing had finally settled, he set me on the bed, grabbing a pair of handcuffs. I look at them, perplexed and confused. What's happening? I asked.
He snaps the cuffs on my ankle to the bedpost while in fluid motion.
"What are you doing?" I felt overwhelmed.
"It's just to ensure you don't try and run away again. Only until I trust you. Hannah," he tells me.
Slipping out of his clothes, he must've quickly gotten dressed and chased after me.
I feel the bad dip down the sudden weight change. He climbs in bed and shuts off the nightlight. "Good night, Hannah, "he tells me.