Taken

Chapter 2 Stripes

*Warning -has corporal punishment*

Regina's POV

The bastard could definitely tie knots. I felt the rough ropes burning my wrists as I pulled against them. I couldn't get remotely close to loosening the damn things. I sat down, feeling defeated a moment, thinking of what to do next. I was tired, thirsty, hungry. Would he feed me? Give me water?

I had no idea what this man was capable of. That cane on the wall made me nervous. I figured he would strike me on my backside. The little I knew of him, he was from the 18thcentury, so I figured corporal punishment was part of his repertoire. I didn't know what else he would do to me though.

Several hours passed by and Regina began to feel a loosening in the tie on one of her wrists. Contorting her body, she got her teeth down towards the tie and tugged it with all her might.

She sighed, and loosened her right tether, wiggling finally freeing her right hand. Smiling, proud of herself, she undid her left hand, as she heard the loud boots coming down the hallway.

Thinking as fast as she could, she grabs the cane off the wall, and whips it quickly, high enough to catch his face as he came through the door. "AH!" He gasps feeling the sting across his face. She bolts out the door.

Regaining his balance, he turns around catching her back, and sending her to the floor. "Ah!" She whimpers landing face down. She flips over onto her back quickly, and he pulls her towards him by her foot.

She gasps as he drags her to him, and looms over her, "Tisk tisk," he leers at her. She quivers a bit, as he presses her down to the floor. Her brown eyes stare into his blue ones.

Flicking his tongue against his teeth, a light pink stripe on his cheek from where she hit him, starts to show. "You clearly don't know how to behave, do you?" he asked.

He holds himself up on his toes, and one hand as he puts his hook under her chin staring at her. His weight isn't on her, but his coat falls around him and onto her a bit, it's heavy.

"I told you and warned you what would happen if you didn't behave," He scolded. Pushing himself to his feet, he took her arm and tugged her with him to standing. Easily overpowered by him, she stood up, her knees now sore from where she fell. A cut started to bleed on her hand from her fall as well.

He pulled her into the room, kicking the door shut behind him, as she placed herself in the corner, backing against the wall. He touched the sting on his face, with his fingers and leered at her.

"Clearly I need to show you a little discipline, before tying you back up," he threatened. She sighed in her chest and watched him pick up the cane on the floor. Raising an eyebrow, he rotated the cane in his hand, a curl in his lip.

Leaning the cane against the wall, he picks something else up from the floor. A soft blue fabric, it looked like a nightdress.

"Now, first, you'll put this on," he tossed the dress at her, "Then you'll learn your first lesson," He said looking down on her. She threw the nightdress back at his feet, angrily. "Oh you are stubborn, I'm trying to be a gentlemen, and allow you to undress and change yourself. Now, if you wish ME to do it, then fine," he warned.

Stepping toward her, he tugged her to her feet, "I'll change," she agreed quickly. "Good, pick it up, and do it NOW!" he commanded, turning away from her.

With his back turned, Regina took off her current outfit, of brown pants and a furry vest, and boots. "Leave your feet bare," his voice said towards the wall.

Regina got into the blue nightgown, which came down to her ankles. It was a soft fabric, very Victorian, with a laced bodice and puff sleeves.

Regina's POV—