Forced To Please {MxB}

3 | 'Till I Collapse

I was woken up abruptly when ice cold water was poured on me, and I quickly opened my eyes and looked around. Of course, he was back down here, and was smiling down cruelly at me, setting down the now empty bucket.

"Come on Kitten you've got to be more aware, Darius over here was already awake. Isn't that right Baby boy?" He said, and I didn't have to glance over to know that the latter nodded his head. I had always been a rather heavy sleeper, even in such a situation as this. 

I shook the water out my eyes as best as I could, and my hair now clung to my head, my bangs covering most of my face. It was then that I realized that I was only left in black boxers, and that the boxers weren't even mine because the last thing I wore before I was kidnapped were my Spider-Man boxers. I figured that I shouldn't be embarrassed about having been naked in front of two strangers, but I could still feel my cheeks heat up ever so slightly when I realized.

"Come on Kitten, you're going to dance for me." He said as he pulled out a pair of keys and released me. I gingerly rubbed my raw wrists, my arms feeling numb from having been above my head for so long. I knew it would hurt when I got feeling back in them, and I also regretted pulling against the handcuffs so much to cause my wrists to hurt so much.

I moved my hair back out my eyes as I stood up, and I stood awkwardly with my head down as I waited for my next instruction. I also noticed that my side didn't hurt as much, and as I looked down I immediately regretted it. There was a hole, an actual hole in my side, and I felt sick at the sight. 

I had always been a rather queasy person, and I didn't like holes, so seeing a hole filled with blood, my blood no less, made me a bit nauseous.

"Begin dancing for me. Unless you need music?" He asked, and I quickly shook my head. What I needed was to get out of here, but I didn't say that because I didn't want another hole in my side.  I knew that he wasn't going to let me stretch or anything, and it would've been foolish to ask, even if it were just to try and stall. He seemed unhappy with something I had done, and he slapped me hard in my cheek, causing me to stumbled a few feet. I held my cheek in shock, but he simply shook his head. "Learn your manners kitten, it's no sir or no master." He scolded, and for the oddest of reasons I felt ashamed of myself.

"No sir," I mumbled out, not picking my gaze up off the ground. I was too afraid to.

"Now start."

I started with the easiest routine I could think of, and it was one that I had learned years ago was I was still in my single digits. It was easy, but sadly, because it was easy it was also short, and I was soon finished.

It was embarrassing to dance in such a situation like this, and unlike most times, I wasn't able to get lost in the moves. Instead, the only thing I could worry about was not messing up and hoping that this would end soon. 

It didn't, and although I didn't know how long I had been doing it, I could guess from the length of the routines that I was doing that it had been at least three hours. Three hours of dancing without a break. 

Nevertheless, I kept going, and he kept commenting things, such as where did I learn a specific move, or this move was really good do it again, or do this routine again. Sometimes he even told me that I was going too easy on myself, and to do something that was harder, and I complied, but barely.