I woke up pretty slow the next morning, he had splinted my leg and dressed me appropriately when I passed out, the drugs he gave me definitely had me groggy. My left wrist had been hand cuffed to the railing on the head board of the bed trapping me in place, like I could go any where with a broken leg unfortunately this was a sign that I lost all of his trust. My chances of escape were nill to none now, I might as well get on his good side to avoid being hurt until my leg heals up although it will always be a weak point now and an advantage to his sick games. My train of thought was abruptly hualted when I heard the creak of the main cellar door opening, his footfalls were pretty light today which meant he wasn't in a murderous mood, turning my head I looked to the bars and saw him standing there holding a tray of food along with a glass on water placed in the corner of the tray. Blue stood there for a little while just staring at me, neither of us wanting to break the silence that was thick in the space between us, slowly he broke eye contact and head for the door to my cage opening it gently he strode in with renewed confidence. Placing the tray on my lap his fingers lingered on the edges before he withdrew completely, the contents of the tray consisted of a neatly made grilled cheese sandwich, a bowl of clam chowder, two pain pills, and the glass of water. Clearing his throat he turned toward the end of my bed and raised the blanket he had layed over me to above my leg where it was broken to inspect the healing process, my stomach rumbled loudly as I slowly ate my food I hummed a soft tune to myself to calm down a bit seeing as he wasn't here to hurt me today. Keeping myself calm and quiet I let Blue inspect my wounds while I enjoyed the warm food, popping the pain pills in my mouth I swallowed them with a spoon of clam chowder and felt instant relief of the throbbing coursing through my leg. Surprised at how fast they worked I excitedly squeaked out, "Woah how did they do that!" pulling the blanket back down over my legs Blue's eyes found mine, eyebrows raised at my sudden outburst while around him. I quickly looked back down at the now empty tray resting on my lap, his fingers found my chin gently lifting my face to meet his eyes again, "They are liquid morphine pills Astrid, they help with the pain and your sleep, but you will only get them when I say. Do I make myself clear?" There it is the over bearing control freak, when a frown began to form on his face I remember I needed to answer his question. "Yes, I understand Master, but can I ask you a question...", I timidly probed him hoping I hadn't over stepped an invisible line he hadn't answered me yet but his eyes were still holding mine and curiosity danced within them so I took that as a try me, "What is your name?..." My voice got way softer at the end of my simple question not knowing what would become of such a simple request to know this man's name.
He exhaled sharply, breaking away from me completely, pacing away to the other side of the room he quickly ran his hands through his hair, when he spoke his voice seemed to echo off of every wall slithering through the cellar like a snake. "Knowing my name would bring a price, you, Astrid will never be able to pay, so to you my name is Master," with that being said I kept my mouth shut all hopes of becoming close with him again squashed to nothing. My body sank further into the bed as the drugs began to take over my whole body, 2 more minutes passed by and the battle to keep my eyelids from fluttering closed was lost entirely, slipping into a dreamless mind filled with swirling colors.
*BLUE'S POV*
I watched her sleep soundly, completely passed out from the morphine, her chest rose and fell in soft rythmatic patterns. Slowly I leaned forward to kiss the top of her head, but fell short as I thought better of it since I knew the kind of person she is, a user, a slut, a contradiction to the human race entirely and she must be punished. Who better to do that then me, tommorow I will show her what pain really is, I will break her body and soul all over again, and when I'm done I will patch her up and do it all over. There won't be anything but an empty shell of a girl left when I'm done with her.Good morning lovely readers, hopefully I will be able to update more frequently now, I am so sorry for the delay and the next chapter is definitely going to be much longer and much more action filled so please stay tunned✌
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TerrorLet me start with the basics. My name is Astrid May Wells, I am 23 years old and i don't remember how i got in this cellar. I live in Blaine county, Idaho but at this moment in time I have no recollection of my location nor the date. *****He di...