We all like to think we are older than we are that we can take care of ourselves, but we are wrong. I thought I could watch out for myself and that's what got me into this situation bought and held captive by a psychopath that manipulates and goes e...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It seemed like hours since being brought back to my room. I woke up in the small dingy room and looked around for anything I could use to escape, but the room was empty except for the bed. The handcuffs that secure me to the bed were rubbing against my skin, irritating the naked skin underneath.
The door swung open letting bright light flood the dark room. I could only make out the silhouette of the man standing in front of me. The broad outline of the man approaching me made me reel backward and try to get out of the cuffs that were holding me, prisoner. I was freed from the frame of the bed and lifted onto my feet. As my bare feet hit the rough cold wood of the floor beneath me I collapsed, my knees came crashing into the floor, giving me the sensation of crumbling and melting into the ground. The man quickly picked me up off the floor and pushed me out the door. I put my hand up to shield my eyes from the bright light.
A rough hand grabbed my shoulder, dragging me down the hallway. We come to a door which he opened revealing a room with nothing in it except for a table and two chairs. He shoved me into the room, and I fell to the concrete floor. I just lay on the floor of the grey room that was illuminated by a single light bulb. I could hear the sound of a door creaking open coming from the opposite side of the room. I was lying with my face on the cold ground as my eyes follow a pair of brown, leather boots as they slowly walk into the room and stopping right in front of me. A hand reached down to move the stray hairs from my face. I looked up and was face to face with a man who would have been no older than 25. His mop of curly hair falling over his face.
"Stand up."
The raspy voice broke the cold silence in the room. My body felt weak as I tried to stand to avoid being hit. I struggle to lift myself off the ground. My arms were shaking as I attempted to lift myself up. There was a scoff then two giant hands gripped my upper arms and quickly lifted me to my feet.
"Sit"
We sat opposite each other, but I refused to look at him, disgusted in what these men partake in
"Okay Embry, we are going to go over some rules. First, my name's Harry, but you are to only address me as sir. Second, no going out and speaking to other men. I bought you, you are mine. There are more, but they are to do with our living arrangements so I will explain as we go."He stood up walking to the door I sat glaring at him, and he walked over and grabbed a bag he threw it at me.
He got up to leave. I just sat glaring at him. He handed me a bag and told me to get dressed.
I pulled out a long, black silk robe and slipped it on. I got up and followed him out of the room and down to his car that was parked in the garage. He motioned for me to get in and we drove off.
Two hours later we finally arrive at our destination, just on the outskirts of London. We pull into the wooden gates of a white mansion, which was made of glass, marble, and wood. He parks the car out the front and comes around to open my door. He grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet, giving me no time to react. We went inside. The floors were marble, and the walls were a honey color and covered with paintings by an artist who I didn't know. The house was very contemporary and light and bright. We went up a flight of stairs, and to the right, we came to a massive bedroom with its own bathroom.
"This is your room. You can do as you please with it. But down there", He says pointing down the hall to the left, "is off limits."
"Why?" I ask, walking towards it.
His rough hand, on my wrist, stopped me in my tracks.
"Because I said so!" He said harshly.
He stormed off, leaving me to inspect my room alone. The place was beautiful however I needed to find a way to get out of here. I pushed on the window, trying to open it; however, it wouldn't budge. My thoughts race and I started to panic as the whole idea of escape started to seem less and less likely.
I walked towards the bathroom, looking for another way out, but he had thought about everything. I searched for about an hour but was unable to find anything of use. I soon started to get tired from everything I'd been through as my adrenaline quickly faded. I sat on the bed to rest and to think. I tried to keep my eyes open, not wanting to fall asleep. But soon my body deceived me, and I gave in to exhaustion, and my mind drifted off to sleep.
