Running In Chains

Prologue

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        My ankle was bleeding onto the white cotton of my bed sheets, the clock on the wall reminding me that it was late. I should be asleep I tell myself it will all be better in the morning. I will wake up and it will all just have been a dream. I’ll be in my bed awoken by my alarm clock that will let me know that I should get ready for work. I’ll go to work like it was just any normal day.

A clank of the door and slam of a tray knocks me back into reality: I’m bleeding still and this isn’t my bed. I bleed onto the cotton of a bed that isn’t mine, in a dark basement. The chain that causes my ankle to bleed clinks as I shift in bed.

I feel a hand glide down my thigh to rest on my ankle, a shudder runs down my spine. I sit up knowing it’s him and only him. I smile at him but he isn’t looking at me, he’s checking my ankle. I feel relief as he takes off the chain, "Are you okay, Kitten?" I whine out at him for calling me that, he knows I don’t like it because that’s what He calls me. "Don’t whine, wait here. I’ll clean it." He says in that “no nonsense” tone that has my core clenching for him. He leaves the room with me still unchained and I laugh to myself, 'wait here' he says. "Where am I going to go?" I mumble to myself. I have been kidnapped by two men, one has become the love of my life while the other haunts even my sleep. The kind touches I receive from Sam help me through the beatings I get from Clark.

Lost in thought I don’t even realize Sam is back and dabbing my ankle to soak up the blood. He wraps it and pulls me into his lap. I sigh into him as I get comfortable, my face resting on his shoulder. His breath hits my ear and neck and I wiggle in his lap not expecting to feel his vice like grip on my hips, "Move again, Princess, and I’ll take you right now." I tensed at the thought as he whispered in my ear. I hear the familiar clink of chains and know that he is leaving me, the click it makes as it is once again attached to my raw but bandaged ankle makes my heart sink. Sam stands to leave just as the door slams open, I don’t have to look to know who it is and my whole body tenses knowing what’s about to come. "What are you doing in here Sam?" Clark’s voice is sharp even when talking to Sam, "Bandaging her ankle. What are you doing?" Clark eyes my ankle with disgust. He doesn’t know about Sam and I, he doesn’t understand why Sam cares enough to bandage any of my wounds. I flinch as Clark comes closer, "Lets order a pizza" Clark nods and moves so Sam can leave the room first. I catch Sam’s eyes as he looks at me, I see the longing and hurt there. Clark turns sharp to me as Sam turns down the hall, he yanks on the chain that binds me to the bed by my ankle "Sleep tight, Kitten." I shrink back against the bed at the silent threat in Clarks words...He will be back.