CAGED

Chapter 7: A Cage Is A Cage

Several hours passed in brutal silence. The sun made its descent below the horizon, and the full moon made its blindingly bright appearance. My eyes burn as I stare at its brilliance but I refuse to look away. Five months James had said. Five months of no sunshine, no moonlight, no fresh air. The only source of light I had was a harsh fluorescent light bulb trapped behind a smokey glass bowl.

My new Master sat in silence on his phone, his fingers furiously tapping away at the screen. I didn't dare to look at him, but I can hear the light thump that he makes against the glass as he types. He hasn't spoken since we left, and I wasn't about to strike up a conversation. I didn't want to know what would happen to me here. I just need to focus on making it out alive at the end of the day.

The driver steers the vehicle through a winding road surrounded by trees. We are in the country somewhere, which makes escape even more impossible. The trees are tall and block the moonlight from reaching me any longer, so I lay my eyes on my lap. I trace the cuts and scars on my legs with my eyes as I twist my hands in the cuffs. I turn them around and around, the metal pierces into my skin with each movement, and I silently hope that maybe I'll cut into a vein or something and die.

While I'm focussing on my wrists, I didn't notice the car stopped. The driver got out and opened the door to the back. Master climbs out and shuts the door behind him. Alone for the moment I twist my wrists around even faster and without caution. I feel the metal slice open the skin around my wrists and I feel blood begin to seep from my flesh. I don't stop twisting though, I keep going despite the pain. I need this to work!

I scream out as the door beside me is pulled open and I am thrown into a gravel pathway. I feel lightheaded and dizzy as the small rocks beneath me grind themselves into my now swollen flesh. I see Masters face above me, but his features are now blurred. I pray that they are too late and that I'll be at my end as I close my eyes and invite the pressing darkness in.

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Masters POV (surprise!)

A small moment of panic begins to rise in my chest as the small girl below me passes out. I squash the panic down as I instruct my driver to examine her. As he rolls her frail body over I can see that she used my cuffs to slice into her own wrists. Her hands were covered in red as blood seemed to flood out of her. I snapped at my driver to take her to my medical adviser, and have him fix her.

I may be a heartless slave driver, but I don't want someone newly in my care to die. They can die when I've exhausted their use, and not a minute before. When she does die though it will be by my hand, not her own.

I follow my driver across the driveway and through the door to my home. My house is truly beautiful, not to brag, as it was designed to be a Grand Victorian home. A grand stair case to my left awaits to take me to my room, and the guest rooms where my most precious people are invited to stay. On the first floor is my living room, a combination of brilliant reds and dusty browns. My kitchen is in the back, not that I use it ever. To my right is my grand dining room with a table fit for twenty people. The girl will never know the extravagance of my home though, because she will not leave her room. EVER.