Looking for comfort

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(Author's note: yay I got my pics app back!!! :)
Visuals are back for this chapter.)

My naked body layed on the cold floor.
I woke to the door closing and locking.

There was a key in front of me and a new folded up pile of clothes.

I tried the key in the handcuff and it fit.
I smiled with relief and unlocked it, pulling my hand away.

I held my wrist with a red ring around it and hints of purple.
I started to cry again. No.
I gave that sicko what he wanted.
A reaction... and a pretty good one at that.

I stared at the pile of clothes. At least they were my size.

I put on socks and underwear and then the shirt.
I noticed he left the vibrator on the table.
I was curious as to why... would he use it again?

I almost liked the vibrator. I quickly slapped myself.
Why would I even like that. That's sick.

"Don't you ever think like that" I scolded myself.
I put on the pants and the tie, followed by the blazer.

I walked to the door and tried to open it.

"What?" I realized he gave me the key to the handcuffs... not the door... which means he probably wants me to move around for the next toy.

I looked around the room, seeing whips, dildos, a cane.

I shuttered.

I hate to think of it.
Worse yet he could just surprise me again with something I didn't see in here.

My attention was drawn to a huge fluero blue dildo.
I gagged.
I didn't even want to know the size of that thing. Now I was scared. More scared than before anyway.

I heard the door rattle and a male voice talking to someone else.

"Oh hi, no I'm just locking up" it echoed.

My stomach sunk.
My heart pounded in my chest.

I wasn't getting out tonight. I wasn't getting out... maybe for a few days. No... he wouldn't keep me in here forever... would he?

I felt tears in my eyes and quickly turned away from the door.
Footsteps started walking away from the door and I assumed he lead the person away so nobody would know I was in there.
I looked around the room for the pile of clothes containing my phone.

Not here.
He must've gotten rid of them.
I screamed a loud, frustrated scream.
Just to get it out.

I tried again to open the door, this time I think he left it unlocked.
I felt the handle and found I was able to pull the door open.

The second it was open I took a deep breath and ran.

I ran past many classrooms, including the music room.

I almost made it out the door when I bumped into a teacher.

The teacher went off her head.
She screamed at me and I knew she would attract HIS attention.
I shushed her and whispered my intentions of going back to my dorm but she yelled at me. Using my name.
I gasped and shushed her again.

"Please" I rushed, trying to calm her down.
He probably knew I was gone already.

I just ignored the teacher by that point.

I turned to run and gasped, immediately being confronted by father Keith.

He stared down at me with a malicious smile and the other teacher grabbed me and pulled me behind her.

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