The day I lost my freedom

Toy

I woke up again into darkness. I could still feel the blindfold covering my eyes. I did not sit on the cold ground anymore and I even had clothes. No underwear but at least something similar to nightdress. But I was more interested in where I am and what I'm sitting on. It was too soft and silky to be the ground. More like a bed. I tried to remove the blindfold but the chain stopped my hands before I could give them near my head. The chains were placed very much like in the previous room. I noticed something else. My neck wasn't cold from the collar. I still had a collar but it seemed different, even hairy. Maybe it was covered with plush fabric or something like that. Also it seemed to have slightly different shape or at least it had no sharp edges.

Right next to me I heard an amused giggle. I stiffened. It looked like he wasn't going to say anything. I leaned my head against the wall and did not move anymore. I wasn't going to do any theater to him.

"That's it?" He asked tensely. I didn't respond to him. I heard a very soft rustle.

"What if I told you somewhere near you there are tools to get you free from the blindfold and chains?" Said his vibrant voice right next to my ear. This was probably a trap. I would most likely find something very different with my hands. I wasn't going to let him bait me like this.

"And what if I told you I am NOT a toy!" I replied aggressively with bared teeth while I turned my head in the direction of his voice. He grunted contentedly.

"What else do you want to tell me?" He asked blissfully.

"Take it all off me!" I commanded him and rattled with the chains. I heard him laugh slightly.

"Do you really want me to take everything off you?" He asked for sure. Of course I didn't mean my clothes! With a growl I turned my head away. I'm not going to play this game with him. It would lead to just one thing.

"You're very smart." he said admirably.

"I noticed it when you were on stage."

This was reason why he bought me? Because I appear to be smart?

"But I can also be... inventive." He repeated the word by which the auctioneer used to described me. I heard him stand up and leave. I tried the strength of the chains again. For a moment I thought about trying to search with my hand around me for the tools till he was gone. But if he calls himself inventive his leave could only be an intention to try me if I fall to his trap. After about two minutes he returned. But this time followed by an amazing scent. He sat in the same spot again.

"Tell me... when was the last time you ate?" He asked. It smelled like a burger! I had mouth full of saliva. I didn't even know the answer to his question. I didn't know how long I slept. The last time I ate was the morning of the auction day. Auction itself was afternoon.

,,You have food somewhere near you. If you're hungry, you'll have to find it." He told me. He really didn't make it easier for me. I was just wondering what would happened if I refused to play his game. Would he eventually give me the meal or let me starve? I started to notice one thing. As the food was now in one place I could locate it according to the smell. I waited patiently as I was sucking in the scent to locate it perfectly. I didn't want to miss. I raised my hand and risked it. The place was empty.

"You're cheating." I complained. He burst in laughing. The place was still warm! It was obvious he moved it just before I put my hand there.

"I don't remember forbidding movement of things." He said humorously. I crossed my hands. Well I mean only partly because the chain didn't allow me to do it right way.

,,Alright then. I won't move with anything anymore, "he told me. I could smell the burger scent coming from his direction. If I would try to find it there I would probably touch him and he knows how much I hate touches. I got an idea how to get off the blindfold. I crouched my legs so my knees was in the air. I tried to put them as close as possible to my head. There must have been a few inches between the knees and the blindfold. If I stretched properly maybe I could push it away with my knee. I stretched my head as far as I could. The collar made it hard for me.

"Are you trying to strangle yourself?" The man asked me.

I felt my knee on my face. It is possible! I tried to push the blindfold away. I couldn't breathe. He was right I was strangling myself there. As I was trying hard I managed to yank with it. I felt it loosened and I immediately returned my head to its original position. With a deep inhale I filled the lungs with air. Released blindfold fell off my face.