Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

Kiss me

This continued, for I don't know how long, only letting me off the bed to use the bathroom and to bathe. He doesn't touch me; he just brings me my food and drink. After our visit, he shuts the light off again in the darkness.
Darkness.
Darkness.

How long has this even been going on?
He didn't speak too much, just gave direct orders. Pretty much single-word sentences, as though deliberately trying to shut me off socially.

I hated the dark. I didn't even know the day or how long I had been down here.

My mind wanted out of there, and I was slowly going insane because of the lack of communication.

"Colton please!" I beg softly.

"Colton, please accept whatever you want from me, please," I shout, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

Still nothing.

"Please, I'll be good. I don't want to be in the dark anymore, please." I beg louder, hoping he'll hear me.
I hear his shuffling footsteps as he approaches the door, swinging it open. He turns on the light.

"You will be my good girl? Do exactly as I say." He asks me, closing the door behind him as he crosses his arms over his large chest, his muscles bulging slightly and in an intimidating manner.

I nod my head, rapidly rubbing my tears from my eyes.

"Yes, I'll be good; just please don't leave me in the dark again," I beg him, wiping my eyes with the sleeves of my shirt.

He unlocks my ankle. The skin is raw and red. "Prove it, kiss me," he demands.

Not wanting to be in the darkroom one moment, I place my lips on his, softly moving my lips with his. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth, fighting for dominance.

"Very good, baby. Let's go downstairs for a bit. Remember one mistake: you will be attached back to the bed until I feel you have learned your lesson." He tells me sternly, his voice holding promise.

I nodded yes.

He holds out his hand for me to take, and I place my tint in comparison with his. I craved the physical contact of his touch.

Was that his plan all along? I wonder if breaking me mentally until, without so much effort, I became more submissive to him was his goal. It had to be. It was a mental game for him. He probably didn't want me to be scared of him, so that's why he chose the mental break rather than the physical aspect.

I suppose I should be thankful he didn't try to beat what he wanted from me out of me.
He wanted my submission.

He said I was his, so that was his plan to mentally break me into wanting him. Only leaving my contact, I crave him and his touch, his voice.

He wanted me to crave him like he did.
I understood slowly that until he felt he had broken me, this would be my life.