Hush little baby

Chapter 19

I woke up seeing white. White walls, white ceiling, white floor. If this is what heaven is I swear all those times I went to church, everything is a lie.

I tried moving but I couldn't. My hands are tied. Where's daddy? Wait.... the guy, the hotel guy. He took me.

I started panicking, trying to wiggle myself out of the rope around my wrists. No luck. They're super tight.

"HELP!" My voice was raw, and my throat hurt but I kept screaming because that's the only thing that I could do.

"HELP, HE-ELP! A-ANYBODY! PLEA-SE!" My voice kept breaking, and my throat felt like it was sand paper.

"Daddy...." Tears started streaming down my face. Where am I? Where's daddy? Does he even know I'm gone?

The door opened and the first thing I saw was polished white dress shoes. As I looked up I saw he was in a white suit, and he had on a white tie. As I looked at his face he looked older then me, he looked to be in his mid twenties. He was decent looking and his hair was heavy with gel.

"You're finally awake my candy boy." Candy boy? What the heck.

"Wh-who-" he cut me off.

"Let's skip the formalities, it's quite boring don't you think?" He walked closer to me and squatted down to meet my eyes, face to face.

"My names Peter. But you, you will call me master." He must've seen the confused look on my face and he laughed.

"You look so cute right now. You look so vulnerable. All tied up, confused, scared." He ran his hand down my cheek and I turned my face away.

"Now, Now. You're going to have to get used to my touch. After all you are my slave." My eyes widened. Slave?

"W-What do yo-you mean... s-slave?" I wanted to scream, I wanted so bad for daddy just to walk into that door and taking me away from this.

"Well, you see. I didn't intend for this to happen, really. It's actually quite funny. You're, what you called 'daddy'." He did air quotations on daddy.

"Well we wanted to take him, and the people he works with down. Eliminate them. Then one of my workers found you snooping. And then he brought you to me. At first I was just going to plan to kill you, but after I saw you. You're delicate face. You're petite body. I knew that you were mine." He got up, still looking at me.

"I run an underground sex trafficking business. So I had two choices. Sell you, put you on bid? For sure you would sell for a lot. Or keep you for my own? The second option sounded better. I wanted to keep you for my own." He said in an even tone.

"N-No.. H-He's gonna look for me-e! He'll be here soon!" I raised my voice, ignoring the pain.

The man just laughed, his voice dripping with coldness and evil.

"Of course he would come looking for you, and when he does we'll be ready and take him and the others out. Two birds with one stone. Eliminate them, and keep you as a prize."

"N-No! I won't! I won't do anything you tell me too! You're a sick bastard!" I don't know where this flash of bravery came from but it disappeared as quickly as it came when I felt a sharp pain in the side of my face. He hit me.

"Don't ever! Ever! Talk to me like that again you slut!" He pulled me up by my hair and dragged me out of the room with him.

I screamed from the pain, trying to get away but it didn't work.

He let go of my hair and punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me.

"Stop it!" My vision was blurred as tears fell down my face once again.

He proceeded to drag me up pearl white steps. Everything was white. Everything seemed so polished. He dragged me into a room and threw me onto the floor.

The floor was white carpet, and it had a small white bed and a white vanity dresser.

"Welcome to you're room." He walked over to the dresser and pulled out short white shorts and a white dress shirt. He tossed them to me along with a white leather collar that says pet.

"Change into this, now. And you shall never take off the collar, it shows that you are owned by me." He untied the rope from my hands roughly.

He walked to the door, opening it before looking at me.

"Knock on the door when you're done changing." And with that he exited, shutting the door and I heard a click of a lock.

Tears were still streaming down my face and I got up wobbly. This has to be some horrible dream. None of this makes sense.

I slowly changed, and put on the collar. It was the only thing I could do. There were no windows in this room to try and escape from, and he was for sure out there waiting for me.

I walked over to the dresser and looked into the mirror. My eyes were puffy and a bruise was forming on my cheek from where he punched me.

I walked over to the door and softly knocked. The door opened right away and Peter, my captor was standing there.

He had a white leather leash in his hand and attached it to my collar.

"Let's get the rules and specifics out of the way. You are not to talk, until I tell you you can. You are to address me as master. You are to do everything I tell you to do. You shall please my every need without question. If you try to escape you will be harshly punished, no exceptions. You will always wear white and always look precisely put together. Not a hair out of place. You will get up at four in the morning, and be ready by four fifteen, at the door for me to come and get you. Understand?"

I just kept looking at him, tears in my eyes still.

"Oh, and stop crying, it makes you look even more pathetic."

He pulled at the leash and started walking again.

"Oh yeah, and I came up with a new name for you." He didn't look back as he said this.

"Candy."

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It's been months omg. I'm so sorry. A lot of things happened mentally and I had to get help for my Eating Disorder and I'm still struggling with it. Please forgive me, I'm going to keep updating now that I'm home.