I hear his receding footsteps, I hear the click of the door lock, and then the revving of an engine speeding away. Now's my chance!
I know that yanking won't do any good, it only makes it worse. I try joining my hand together and slowly wiggling it outward. That didn't work, the cuffs were too small pinching my wrists.
Tried the same with my feet but it's only worse bc of my heels.😞
I imagine looking at myself from his pov, a little scared girl .. Beat into submission, and conquered. Maybe I am. Here I am, in cuffs chained to either side of the head and footboard, an encrusted dried seed, for a face, a rats nesting home for hair, but the worst ? My body being revealed to him. My rather small boobs slightly tilting in either direction, my stomach so scrawny a Cannibal wouldn't want me, and my v covered only by that fucking pick thong while my right leg, in a fruitless attempt, tries to cover my V. So not exactly your natural movie star girl. I'm thirsty, not hungry. Hunger is secondary right now. I don't want him to come back, but if he doesn't I'll die. I don't know what's worse dying, or admitting that right now, I do need him! 😔
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Mystery / ThrillerI, Krystal have been kidnapped .. I still want to wake back up in the orphanage disgusting as it was, it was better than this! I'm only 16 and 1/2 he's 20! What does he want with me ?? I'm not like other girls, maybe that's what he wants with me...
