The Puppeteer

Chapter 22

As I wander aimlessly around Kallis' house, I feel a sense of unease. Even when he's not here, I don't feel alone. It's as if he's still watching me, still controlling me. I try to shake off the feeling, telling myself I'm just being paranoid.

I make my way to the kitchen, which is massive compared to the one in my own house. I start rummaging through the cupboards, looking for something to eat. I find some chicken and vegetables, and start chopping them up, trying to distract myself from my thoughts.

As I'm cooking, I hear a buzzing noise coming from upstairs. I turn off the stove and investigate, my heart racing with anticipation. The buzzing grows louder as I approach one of the locked doors. I bite my nail, hesitating for a moment before jiggling the knob. It's locked, but I'm determined to find out what's behind it.

I grab a butter knife from downstairs and wiggle it into the keyhole, a trick my father taught me when I was just eight years old. The door finally pops open, and I push it wide, revealing a room filled with computers and a phone on a nightstand.

I shut the door behind me, feeling a sense of trepidation. Even though Kallis isn't home, I'm scared of being caught. I make my way to the phone, which is still buzzing with an incoming call. I look back over my shoulder, my heart racing, before dialing my father's phone number.

Within seconds, he answers, his voice a welcome relief. "Hello?" he says, his voice growing more insistent as I stay silent. "Amelia? Is that you?"

I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "Dad..."

My father's voice is full of concern. "Amelia, what's wrong? Why haven't you responded to any of my messages?"

I don't know how to explain it. I don't know how to tell him that I'm captive, that I'm being held against my will. I just cry, my voice shaking as I whisper "Daddy" into the phone.

But before I can say anything else, the phone is snatched from my ear. Kallis' grip crushes it in his large hand, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You stupid little puppet," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can just call your daddy and he'll come and rescue you? Newsflash, Amelia. You're mine now. And you'll do what I say, when I say it."

He lifts me over his shoulder, smacking my ass hard with his hand. I cry out in pain as he tosses me into the basement, the same place where I was held captive before.

Kallis paces the floor, his anger radiating off him like a palpable force. "You're going to regret this, Amelia," he snarls. "You're going to regret ever trying to cross me."

I cower in the corner, my heart racing with fear. I know I've made a mistake. I know I've pushed Kallis too far.

But I don't care. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat, just to hear my father's voice, just to feel a glimmer of hope.

"Fuck you, Kallis," I spit, my voice shaking with anger.

Kallis' eyes narrow, his jaw clenched in rage. "Oh, I'll fuck you, all right," he growls. "I'll fuck you until you can't take it anymore. Until you're begging for mercy."

I shudder at his words, my heart racing with fear. I know I'm in grave danger. I know I have to escape, no matter what it takes.

I cry myself to sleep almost every night now that I'm back in the basement. The darkness and isolation are suffocating me, and I feel like I'm losing myself in this abyss. I hear Kallis pacing outside the basement, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He's arguing with his teammates more and more, and I can sense the tension between them.

Lena's voice carries through the walls, her tone condescending and mocking. "I told you she was fucking trouble, K. You should have listened to me."

But Kallis tears her down, his voice rising in anger. "Shut the fuck up, Lena. You don't know what you're talking about."

I huddle in the corner, wiping my tears as I try to block out the sound of their argument. But it's no use. I'm trapped in this nightmare, and I don't know how to escape.

Later, after his team leaves, Kallis makes his way downstairs, his eyes blazing with anger and disappointment. He stares at me, his gaze piercing and intense.

"Are you going to behave, puppet?" he asks, his voice low and menacing.

I nod, trying to appease him, but he just laughs, a cold, mirthless sound.

"I don't think so," he says, grabbing me by the back of my neck and dragging me back to his bedroom.

He's going to punish me, I know it. He's going to show me what he does when he's defied.

As we enter his bedroom, he throws me onto the bed, his eyes blazing with desire.

"Here's what's going to happen," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "I'm going to watch, as you slide my dick inside you. So, get the fuck over here and get on top of me."

I hesitate, my heart racing with fear, but Kallis just twists my hair around his wrist and yanks me down.

"Who's a good girl?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Say it."

I whisper the words, my voice barely audible, as he spanks my behind, his hand cracking against my skin.

"I'm a good girl," I say, my voice shaking with fear.

Kallis curses, his voice rising in anger. "Fuck, yeah, you are. You're my good little puppet, and you'll do what I say, when I say it."

As I ride his cock, I feel a wave of shame wash over me. Kallis' dick is huge, almost elephant-like, and it's tearing me apart. But I don't dare stop, not now, not when he's in this mood.

"Fuck, Amelia," he growls, his voice dripping with desire. "You're so tight, so wet. I love it when you're like this, all submissive and shit."

I feel a wave of revulsion wash over me, but I push it down, trying to focus on the task at hand. I'm just trying to survive, to make it through this ordeal without losing myself completely.

But as I look into Kallis' eyes, I see something there that chills me to the bone. It's a look of ownership, of possession, and it makes me realize that I'm trapped in this nightmare, with no escape in sight.

"You're mine, Amelia," he growls, his voice dripping with malice. "You're my puppet, my plaything, and you'll do what I say, when I say it. Forever."