Stolen looks

Irene

Irene- the next day
She was scared, finally. Took hurting her pretty face, but it would be worth it soon. Plus it would heal soon. Wendy was strong, or I thought she was. Even if she wasn't, it didn't matter to me, she was finally mine. No one else would have her, except me. I had slowly intimidated her into submission, it only took four years, but it was worth it. I would have her all to myself. SM has let me use the basement as my personal work space, it had been ready for Wendy for a while.
~two days later~
I handed Wendy a cigarette.
       "Try one."
       "No."
       "Ah, ah, ah, the correct answer is yes, I will." I say shoving the one I was smoking into her hand.
       "You're a crazy bitch Irene."
        "Yeah? And?"
        "And, you're hurting someone I know that deep down you love."
         "Oh, I never hurt you."
          "Really, well my sore cheek says otherwise."
         "That was only to make you understand."
          "Understand what?"
          "That you are mine, that you treat me with love and passion or I will be forced to hurt your beautiful face again." She sighs and puts the cigarette in her mouth, she breathes out smoke curling off her lips. Then she starts to cough, a small one, then she is retching, choking, then, after an elbow to the head, she passes out. I kiss her lips, then drag her downstairs to my "personal work space". I sit her in a chair under a light. I blindfold her and tie her arms and legs to the chair. The moment she wakes up, I gag her.
Pulling the blindfold off, I looked into her eyes, recognition flickered through them. She started screaming, the noise muffled by the gag. She thrashes around causing more pain to herself. I shake my head, slowly walking toward her. I grab her arms.
        "Stop, your gonna hurt yourself." Using my thumb, I wipe away her tears. "It's gonna be ok, you're with me now, just how I've always wanted."