You Are Mine

Chapter Five

                          My mind was slowly becoming concious again, a crisp green smell flowed through my nostrails. I took a long deep breath of humid air, waking up fully but not wanting to open my eyes just yet. What in the world happened last night, I've never experienced a dream that felt so... so real. Ugh this is why I don't drink wine, its a fucking trainwreck in a bottle. Body check time, my head was aching, limbs were sore, throat dry & my face felt swollen. I reached out to grasp my phone but was unable move. Instead I felt cold metal bite into my flesh. Whipping my eyes open I was not at home or anywhere familiar. Holy fuck, what the hell? I looked up to see that my hands were cuffed to a black rod iron head board. I looked around more, taking in my surroundings. The room I was in was big & when I say big, I mean fucking huge. There was a full wall of floor length windows to my left, looking out over a calm ocean. The walls were a pastal tan type colour with gorgeous paintings hanging all around the room. A big white dresser & mirror were across from the bed I was laying in. Holy fuck the bed, if it was under different circumstances I would never want to leave it. It was the size of two king sizes in one with fresh white satin sheets & big fluffy pillows. To my right were three doors the first one led to the bathroom, the next I'm not sure & the last one led to a hallway. I huffed, pulling on my restraints but stopping quickly due to the pain it caused. Great, how fucking wonderful. I've been kidnapped by some pyshco fucking dickhead, I'm probably going to be dead by night time & I can't even attempt to escape cause I'm handcuffed to a fucking bed. I lazily rolled my eyes, which made me realize how calm I am. What the fuck? How was I so calm? Why wasn't I screaming for help, trying to break the head board or feeling panic overwhelm my entire body. "Good morning baby" a voice softly sounded to my right, causing my head to snap in it's direction. His voice made me recall everything from last night. There stand a dripping wet, pyscho dickhead, with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Holy shit. Sexy. Tattoos coved his chest, left arm & half of his right. He looked like some Calvin Klein model or something, like a fucking sex God. Priscilla what are you thinking he practically beat the shit out of you, kidnapped you & now has you handcuffed to a bed. Turn the fuck down with the hormones. " Enjoying the view" dickhead said, winking at me. "I'm simply wondering what way I'm gonna enjoy killing you the most" I replied narrowing my eyes. I have fucking anger issues & right now they were practically in over drive. An amused smirk appered on the fuckers face "Fiesty once again, your medication must be wearing off, that's okay though, were at our destination so you won't be needing it anymore" he said simply. I stared at him in awe as he walked into the mysterey door that I now knew to be the closet. "Medication? What fucking medication are you fucking talking about you fucking asshole!" I screamed as rage flowed through me. I recived no answer, which only enraged me more. After about three minutes dickhead emerged wearing a white wife beater, red basketball shirts & a..... oh my, a whip. He noticed I saw what he had in his hand & grinned, slowly stalking towards me. Sitting down on the bed right beside me, he trailed the cool leather up & down my body that I had just come to realize was naked apart from a bra & panties. I instictivly started to struggle against my restraints, kicking my legs & uselessly begging for mercy. " I am only planning on hitting you five times Pricilla, if you do not stop acting like a fish out of water I will add five more for every second you continue" he spooke calming causing me to hault my fighting right away. He smiled down at me, " Good girl, now do you know why I am whipping you?" "Because your a crazy pyschopath, would be my best guess" I said giving him a cold look.  "Oh how I love that fire in you, good guess but no, I am whipping you because you swore five times & my girl swearing is unacceptable" he replied matter-of-factly. As I was about to cuss him for calling me "his girl" he interrupted me by grasping my waist & flipping me onto my stomach. He slowly pulled my panties down so that only my bum was exposed & slowly started massaging the area of my ass I'm guessing he was going to strike. Fear flooded through me, I again tried to beg but he only swatted my bum warning me to be quiet. I stopped as tears welled up in my eyes, " Babe I'm going to start now but if you make any type of sound at all during your punishment, I will add another lash to your five, unless you are screaming my name" I could hear the smile in his voice as he said this. I didn't even remeber his name so I guess silence was my only choice. I was a never ending pit of emotions now. Anger, grief, embarresment, filth & any other terrible feelings consumed me. I felt a swift surge of pain pierce my flesh, I went to cry out in pain but held back remebering what I had been told. All I could do is bite down onto a pillow & pray for the end. Two..... three....... four....... five, I let out a long breath & tried to controll my sobbing. "Oh hush babygirl hush, your okay, its over" I paid no mind to what the douche was saying. My ass was on fire for fucks sake, I felt him uncuff me from the bed & pull me into his lap. I usually would have fought back but it felt as if I was in shock. Thankfully pyscho pants didn't say anything else, he only rubbed my back which only made my rage increase. How dare he touch me at all, I'm no piece of meat dickhead & I would happily castrate you if I wasn't so sore. A few minutes past which helped to soothe my ass but not my anger. He had stopped rubbing my back & was now snoring softly. Really? I wish I could pass out that easily. I slowly eased up from his lap & silently scooted off the bed. Trying my very best not to wake him up as I backed out of the room, my eyes not leaving him. Finally I emerged in the hallway & started running towards the steps. Half way down I heard a gut wrenching roar of anger come from behind me. I turned my head to see a fuming fucker racing down the steps after me. I kept running as fast as I could, my feet hit the floor & I ran into the closest room. Within seconds the door seemed to be breaking off the hinges as pyscho pants released punchs & kicks of fury. "I've barely been able to control my anger Priscilla! But now I don't give a fuck, I'm not holding anything back! You've just fucked your own shit up! I would suggest you get on your fucking knees & pray!" I was frantically searching for an escape route but could barely move due to the fact I was shaking so bad. All I could think about was that my life was going to be taken.