Submitting (On Hold)

Chapter 4

Cara

I woke up on a bed. Once again, not my bed, and once again not sure where I was.

I try and remember what happened and then I remember what happened when I enter this house.

I was still confused on what was in my mouth and why it tasted a little salt.

I open my eyes slowly because the sun was shining through the window. My hands were no longer in the cuff the man put me in. I look around the room and it looked like a normal guest bedroom. 

I got up from the bed and noticed that I was only in an oversized t-shirt, which I don't mind since I love oversize T's. 

I go to the window. Outside there was an endless tree's. They seemed to never stop.

I start to think about home as I look out the window. 

What my mom worried? What about Kate? 

I don't think that I have been gone that long, maybe two days. It was fall right now, meaning the leaves were falling off the trees. 

I continue to think about all the events that lead up to me being here. I mean, why did he pick me?

The thoughts race through my mind and I didn't even notice the sound of the door opening. 

"Um... Excuse me?" A voice came from the door.

I turn around and see a girl. She looks around the same age as me again. Dark skin, Dark eyes, Dark hair. She was small, probably doesn't even way 110 pounds.

"Master's want you downstairs." She said. 

I look at her with a confused face. 

"David? Logan? The people who kidnapped you." She said.

I wonder which one is which. 

I nod my head and walk downstairs with her. I would be lying if I didn't say that she was pretty. Her sharp yet soft features. 

There was no tell that I was attracted to girls. But this man who kidnapped me is different and he is messing with my sexuality.

I was so sure that I was a lesbian because I have never been attracted to the opposite sex. It took me a long time to accept my sexuality because I want a normal life. 

"You don't talk much do you?" The girl asked me, bring me out of my thoughts.

I shook my head no. She sighed.

"Well, my names Nola," She said. The way she spoke meant that she was probably used to this place and the men here.

"How long have you been here?" I asked as we are now walking down the stairs.

"They kidnapped me when I was 14 and now I'm 19, so about 5 years," She said. 

I didn't want to question her anymore because we were now downstairs. I remember the room we walked into because it was the only one I got to see before he blindfolded me and I passed out.

I was still in the oversize T-shirt and I couldn't change out of it because there were no other clothes in the room, not that I got the chance to look for some.

We got to the kitchen and I say the two men sitting at the dinner table. Nola made herself known and I just stood there.

"Come here," The man with the familiar face said. He patted the seat next to him.

I knew what likely happen if I didn't do as he said, so I walked over to the seat. Nola sat on the younger man's lap.

"Let's start by introducing ourselves," He said

"Cara," I said simply.

He smiled and picked up his fork "Well Cara,  My name is David, that" He pointed to the younger man "is my son, Logan and his slave Nola."

I knew that she was probably kidnapped as well, but I didn't know what to what extent. 

He must have noticed the confusion on my face "You see Cara, you are no longer a free woman, you are my slave. If you decide you don't want that and fight it, then I will have to act in making sure that you don't leave." 

I was still confused on what extent he what take to make me understand.

"If you don't follow the rule, then I will punish you. You will learn what to do and what not to do over time. If your good girl, then I will not punish you."