The Ocular

~Chapter 4~

Why did this have to happen to me
Out of all the people.
Is someone even looking for me?
Probably not.
My pessimistic thoughts were inturupted by the familiar sound of the metal door opening.
"Rise and shine sweetheart"
I just threw up in my mouth.
I did my best to avoid eye contact with her. I was terrified.
Is she going to hurt me? Is she going to violate me? What is she going to do to me?!
Right then and there a firm kiss was planted on my lips. As I struggled to get away, she grabbed the back of my head to keep the "kiss" locked down.
As she let go I felt the urge to punch her.
I suddenly ran to the corner and threw up what little was in my stomach.
"That's a shame. Now you have to clean that up"

After I got my composure. I knocked on the door loudly to let her know I was better.
She opened the door and leaned against the frame.
She just kept staring at me. It was freaking me the fuck out.
"Why are you staring at me?" I finally asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Because I like you" she said like I should have known the answer.
"Like me? You don't even know me"
"Then tell me about yourself, baby girl" she stroked my face as if I was a child.
"What do you want to know?"
"How's your family life?"
Why would she want to know about my family?
"Um okay. I have a dad a mom and a older brother. My dad is a lying Bastard and my mom cares too much.
My brother is just a pothead that screws his girlfriend daily.
My dad always liked me. He confessed that having me around added stability to our house."
I can't believe I opened up to her like this. I guess I was to afraid to refuse telling her this info. After all she was my "master".
"Mhm, interesting."
She looked like she was taking mental notes as I studies her facial expressions.
"How's your sex life?"
What. The. Actuall. Fuck.
"Eww, pervert. Why would you ask?!"
"I'm just curious"
She got closer to my face and I can feel her breath on my neck. She smelled of rye whisky and ciggerets.
"I'm a virgin" I finally had to blurt something out to make her back away.
"Good. I can have you to myself then"

I felt a tear roll down my face as she took her finger and wiped it away.
"Please don't do anything to me"
I whimpered.
"Aww, your adorable when your innocent, but I know your just another slut"
"I'll do whatever the hell I want. And your not going to stop me understand?"
I didn't dare to look up at her and I was to terrified to speak so I nodded.
Even though I was completely opposed to the idea of her being in one hundred percent control of me, i nodded.
"Good"

She grabbed my wrist and dragged me up a long staircase. I guess I was in the basement.
Once we got upstairs, I scanned the room and saw it was a plain, all white, clean room.
No litter or dirty laundry. Not even one dirty dish I'm the sink.
I realized this isn't a home.
If it wasn't a home, where could I be?
She put me in handcuffs and left me in that plain room. Then she walked out of the room, without saying a word, and locked the door behind her.
There was indeed a white couch, but no t.v. or newspapers. No but one book.
How to skin a animal
It took me a few seconds to realize what it meant to me in this situation.
She was going to skin me.
Was she going to use me for her nasty desires then turn me into a lamp shade of a pair of boots?
I put down the book and turned my attention to the other side of the room.
The kitchen was plain, like the rest of the room. I walked over to see if anything was there.
I checked inside the cabinets and all there were was some nice antique China plates and cups and a jar of peanut butter.
I checked the fridge to see if was basically empty.
Only a couple of beers and a few other miscellaneous food items.
After investigating the kitchen, I turn my attention to the end of the room.
A door.
I ran to it to see if it was open
And of course it wasn't.
Right as I turn around I saw her.
Vennessa.
"And what do you think you are doing?"
I avoided the question and looked down at the clean white tiles.
"I said what are you doing ?!?!?" She practically screamed in my face.
"Trying to open the door" I mumbled.
"Huh, guess I was wrong about you. You are too troublesome. Back to your cell"
"No please! I'll behave... mommy"