Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

Darkness

The morning sun shines brightly through the open blinds of the room.

Softly groaning my bottom sore, I attempted to attach my movements, but they ceased by the cuff around my ankle.

I look around the room and I don't see Colton, which I'm thankful for, but at the same time I hate not being able to move this; it's self-punishment for me.

On top of it all, I really need to use the bathroom. I cross my legs over one another to help with the feeling of not wanting to deal with Colton.

A few minutes later me wiggling around uncontrollably.
The door opens. Colton is holding a tray of food.

"Do you need to use the restroom?" He asked me.

"Yes," I say coldly, still angry.

"You better say it correctly or your ass can just sit there; I don't care." He said it as coldly as I did.

"Yes, please, okay, I need to use the restroom." I plead just the mention of using the bathroom makes it virtually impossible to concentrate, not using the restroom.

"Much better. He says cuffing my ankle, leaving the cuff attached to the bedpost.
He stands there watching me.

I run off the restroom quickly, releasing my full bladder and sighing in relief.

I wash my hands and walk out.
Colton is still handing over there; he gestured for me to get back into the bed.

"You can't be serious right now. I escaped when you were sleeping. You are awake. I don't want to be restrained again. Please," I plead with him to the end.

"No, Hannah, get back in the bed. Then you can eat." He tells me, gesturing to the food. Making my stomach rumble.

I sigh. Not moving.

"Now, Hannah, you are the one who ran away. If you followed the rules, you could have anything that you wanted. Why must you be so difficult? Can't you see that I love you endlessly? That I would do anything for you." He tells me

While I bite my tongue to tell him off. I ran away because I didn't want to be here. I'm making things difficult because I'm a prisoner here. I don't care if you love me or not. I think to myself.

I was scared of him, so I made my way back to him, slowly crawling on the bed. My ankle is raw and red. He rubs it softly with his fingertips.
Before restraining me yet again.

He hands me the food before walking into the bedroom. He grabs a tube of medicine, squirting it on his pointer finger. He rubs it on my ankle.

Before nodding in approval, he walks back into the bathroom. I hear the sink go off as I eat.

He walks back out and smiles at me.
Are we going to have a good day today? He asks softly, brushing my hair against my face.

"Yes, I'll be good. Can you undo this, please?" I ask gesturing to the restraint.

"No can do, princess. I already told you it was staying on until I could trust you. I don't think you will learn any other way. Then just being stuck somewhere and only being able to see me." He tells me

At least I don't think he's going to spank me again; just restrain me to a bed. Which honestly might be worse the more that I think about it.

I think he's right. I hated this; it made me feel incredibly anxious.
My plate was empty, and he took it from me, closed the blinds, and walked out of the room, leaving me in complete darkness.