Forced To Please {MxB}

2 | Kitten

I wasn't sure how I was expecting to wake up after getting kidnapped, but it certainly hadn't been blindfolded and handcuffed. I wasn't sure exactly what I was handcuffed to, but I was assuming that it was something on the wall considering the hard surface supporting my back, and that what I was sitting on couldn't have been anything other than cement.

I knew that I must've been here from quite a while from how numb my butt felt, and I wondered how long I had been out. I tugged on my hands experimentally, and I was greeted with nothing but the rustling of chains, which kind of bummed me out. I didn't want to scream. I knew better than to scream. 

For some reason I was sure that I was being kept in a place that I wouldn't be heard by outside people, and I needed to work on getting out instead of wasting my energy and losing my voice for when I really needed it.

Still, I could feel my breath picking up as I continued shifting my hands around in the handcuffs, hoping desperately to become a magician and get them off. I felt tears pricking my eyes and did my best not to let them fall as I moved my feet, just to realize I was bound by rope at the knees and ankles.

"You're going to pull something if you keep moving like that." A sudden voice said, and I immediately stopped. It wasn't the guy from earlier, he sounded much different, but I still shifted away, or at least what I thought was away. To this he chuckled and when I heard the rustling of chains, I figured he was tied up too. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." he said, and rather tentatively I nodded my head, figuring he wasn't a threat. "Do you speak?" He asked, and when I nodded my head I could almost feel the tension in the air. "Does he know that?" He asked after a few moments of silence, and I nodded my head.

"H-he's already heard my voice," I said, my voice sounding weak and hoarse from lack of use. I was wishing now that I hadn't talked to him that day, however long ago it happened. Then I began to wonder, if it hadn't be me, would if have been Emmett or Alesia? "How long have I been out?" I asked rubbing my eyes up and down against my arm in hopes of slipping the blindfold off. 

It slipped up only slightly, and I began trying to pull myself up to my arms, having to use strength I didn't know I had to lift my body up. It was then that I was glad I was a dancer, as that made me flexible, and it didn't hurt when I felt my arms bending awkwardly. When my arms were close to my head I searched around for the knot in the blindfold, and I when found it I quickly pulled it off, panting as I sunk back down to the ground.

"U-Um, about a day I believe." He said before he gasped a little "How did you do that?!" He whisper shouted, as though he were afraid of his voice being heard. I turned my head towards his voice, my eyes having to adjust since it was so dark in here. 

The room was dark, old, and rather small, maybe about the size of my room back home. I wasn't sure, but I figured we were underground or something of the sort. There were no windows for natural light, but there were two lights that dangled from above that were flickering precariously on the ceiling, but it was enough to give the small room some type of light.

"I used to dance," I said coughing right after, my throat dry. I continued to look over the room, and noticed a small table in one of the corners, along with a bucket. Because of where I was I couldn't see what was in the bucket or on the table, but I figured I wouldn't want to know either.

Glancing over at the person who was stuck in here with me, I noticed that similar to me, his hands were handcuffed to the wall above him. However, unlike me, that was the only part of him that was tied up, and his legs were free.