Blood Stained Collar BOOK 2 of The Collar Series #Wattys2017 ( BDSM )

CHAPTER 18

Melanie grabbed at her throat. Something was choking her in the darkness. Her fingers tugged at the thing around her neck. It was so tight she struggled to breathe and clawed at the thing. She felt the skin on her neck tear as she tried to pull it away. She needed air, she was suffocating in the darkness. She tried to scream, but the thing that was strangling the air from her body, prevented any sound from coming out. She had to get free of whatever it was. She had to calm down and think. She stopped gasping for air and let her fingers calmly trace along what was squeezing the life out of her. It was so dark she could not see her hand in front of her face. As her fingers moved slowly along her throat she estimated the strap around her neck was about two inches wide and felt like leather. Her pulse raced as she felt the buckle at the back of her neck.

Her thoughts screamed. Her heartbeat was so loud it echoed in her ears. She tried hard to recall what had happened before she woke up here, wherever here was. What sadistic person had done this to her? It was at that moment she felt a hand touch her face. In her frightened attempt to pull away she fell off whatever she had been lying on and hit the cold hard floor with a thud that knocked all the wind from her body. Being restricted by the collar around her neck she was unable to suck in the air she needed to recover and passed out.

"Melanie, my dear sweet vixen. Now look what you've gone and done. I'll loosen your collar for a while, but I'm not going to remove it." He picked up her limp body and dumped her back on the storage crate she had been lying on. "There now. You'll feel better soon enough." He covered her nose and mouth with his mouth and blew his stale alcoholic breath into her."

The toxic smell more than the air, brought her round. A flickering glow filled the darkness and she stared in shock at the face above her. In that moment, it all came rushing back to her. The horror of Dr Anderson's body pinning her down on her bed swept over her like a tidal wave. Her only thought was, did she manage to hit the speed dial for Reece before this happened?

"Welcome back, my pet. I will get some antiseptic lotion to clean out the scratches you've made to your neck. You've made a right mess of your skin, not to mention the blood stains on your nice new leather collar. Oh well, can't be helped now. I'll organise a new one if you behave."

"If I behave!" Melanie's high pitched voice surprised her. She couldn't lose control and become hysterical. "What do you mean, if I behave?" She tried hard to sound calmer than she felt.

"If you willingly accept your role as my Submissive, I will go easy on you and you'll get a nice new collar."

"I have no intention of being your Submissive or anyone else's Submissive either." Melanie clawed at the collar. "I suggest you let me go before you end up being arrested for kidnapping." She tried to sit up but he pushed her back down.

"That will never happen my pet. Lie still before you fall off again." His hand rested like a lead weight between her breasts. "This crate is very narrow, but must do till I can make other arrangements."

"I hit speed dial before you jumped me, so they know I'm in trouble."

"You won't be in any trouble if you behave."

"If behaving is being your Sub, then forget it."

"You want to play hard, my little Vixen, then so be it. I'll take great pleasure in taming you and turning you into my pet. Until then you will just have to wear you blood stained collar." He waved her phone in front of her face. "Sorry to disappoint you, but there will be no Knight in shining armour to rescue you. I never gave you enough time to dial anything let alone speed dial." He dropped her phone to the floor and smashed it under his foot. "You won't be needing that anymore."

Her hands flew to the back of her collar to try undo the buckle.

Dr Anderson laughed. "Not so fast little Vixen." He slapped her hard across her face.

Her eyes stung with tears and she felt dazed. Before she realised what was happening he had cuffed her wrists and forced her arms above her head. The clatter of a chain bounced off the walls and the distinct click of a lock as it snapped in place.

"There that will keep you out of mischief." He moved down to her feet and she felt the cold metal of the cuffs as he closed them around her ankles.

Melanie lifted her head as far as possible to see what he was doing in the dim light that filled the dark room. She bit down on her lip so hard she could taste the blood leaking onto her tongue. He had cuffed her ankles to a spreader bar and was tying a rope to the middle of the bar. She watched as she felt a scream building up inside her. He looped the rope through a hook suspended from the ceiling and hoisted her legs off the crate till her bottom was no longer touching the hard-wooden surface.

She screamed.

Again, she felt the sting of his hand across her face.

"Shut up, bitch!" His hand pressed against the collar. "I'll tighten this again if you make another sound. Now keep still and stay quiet while I fetch the antiseptic for your neck. I can't let you get an infection."

"You can't leave me tied up like this."

"It's the only way I can make sure you don't fall off or start banging your feet against the crate to attract attention. I'm no idiot. I have taken all necessary precautions to make sure you aren't discovered until I can move you." He grinned and bent close to her face. His blood shot eyes peering into hers. "Do I detect traces of remorseful tears? Are you going to behave?"

Melanie spat in his face.

He laughed and wiped his hand across his face and noticed blood spattered in his hand. He yanked her mouth open and pulled her bottom lip down. You've bitten your lip." He sighed. "Ohh well, you won't be able to give me a blow job till that heals."

"Fuck you!" She shouted.

"Ahh yes, my pet, you will be doing that soon enough."

"Over my dead body." She spat out the words.

"Not dead but maybe a little drug induced. I believe the date rape drug makes a Vixen like you very willing to do anything."

His smile made Melanie want to vomit.

As if to confirm his actions his hands squeezed her breasts and he pinched her nipples.

When she tried to wriggle away from him he laughed. It was only when his fingers traced over her mound and slipped between her folds, that she realised how naked and at his mercy she was.

She closed her eyes and whispered. "You may have control of my body but you will never own me. I will never submit to you ever." She steeled herself for another slap but none came. There was no sound and a few minutes later when she opened her eyes she was alone in the dark again.