Mine (Jenlisa)

ten.

Jennie's POV~

I opened my eyes, lying on the basement floor. The blanket was bunched under my neck and my arm still handcuffed to the pipe. My ankle twinged slightly with pain and the only rays of light that came into the room were from under the basement door.

It is my birthday.

The meds had worn off and I didn't know how long I'd been out. Anxiety surged though me and I sat up my arm twisted and hurt. She said she was going out and that is why she had to cuff me. My wrist screamed in pain and as mush as I tried to do my deep breathing, nothing was working to stop my nerves from shooting panic signals across my brain.

I raised my head as Lisa opened the door, half relieved to see her, half terrified. She had a bowl of something in her hands and I smelled the oatmeal as she crossed the room. I lifted my arm weakly.

"My wrist hurts," I said, "Take off the handcuffs."

"You must obey first," she said, "We'll eat breakfast now."

She spooned up a bite of oatmeal and held it out in front of my face. Panic gripped me in a vise. I didn't want this to be the rest of my life. I didn't want to be he pet.

"Please," I begged, "It hurts-"

Her hand whipped across my cheek so quickly that the sting of the slap came before I could realize she was lifting a hand to me. The spoon clattered in the bowl. My cheek stung hot and a wave of panicked anger rose up, closing off my throat.

"Obey first kitten," she said, lifting the spoon again, "Then we will trade."

I stared badly at the spoon, hate boiling inside me so hot that I couldn't think straight. All I knew was pain and hunger, and I didn't want to be here, and I didn't want her to feed me.

"No." I rejected.

She grabbed my chin and lifted it, gripping my mouth so that my lips pursed.

"Eat, kitten," she ordered, bringing the spoon to my lips.

"No!"

Not today. I will not be her pet today. I whipped my head sideways and kicked out. The bowl of oatmeal overturned, spilling everywhere.

Before I could be pleased about the results of my rebellion, her arm was under my arm pit, dragging me up the side of the wall. I yelped as she shoved me back and pressed the spoon against my lips.

"Stop," I whispered. Panic was making my legs shiver and shake.

"Obey," she gritted her teeth.

"Stop," I cried, "Let me go!"

"You know I can't do that kitten," she shook her head. Her thumb scooped the oatmeal out of the spoon and then she shoved it into my mouth. Her thumb ground against my teeth and oatmeal dripped out of the sides of my lips.

"Stop!" I sobbed, "Please stop!"

She didn't though. Throwing the spoon aside, she tilted my head up. At first I thought she was going to force feed me more, but then her lips crashed down on mine.

The kiss stole my breath, her body pressing the air out of my lungs. My body burned with pain and I twisted under her, but she held me fast. The feelings that my meds would have cut off sprung into high alert and at the same time so did my body.

Traitor body, to respond to her kiss that way. The same way as it had responded the first time I had pressed my lips to hers. The bun in my body was no longer just pain, but an aching lust. As she deepened the kiss,her tongue tracing the outline of my lips, I arched back against the wall, trying desperately to convince myself that I didn't want any part of this.