The day I lost my freedom

Reality

A few hours passed and he was back in the room. And I was hoping for peace for the rest of the day. Now that I knew what to look for I noticed that the bracelet was on his arm again. He stepped closer to me.

"Get up." he said calmly.

I ignored him. I heard him unclip the box from the bracelet and I mentally prepared myself for the shock that really came. Not the strong one though. I noticed he usually start lightly.

"Get up," he repeated.

Another shock, this time a little stronger.

"I'll keep doing this until you get up." he told me coldly. I was more and more furious with every shock. After fifth shock I got up with an aggressive growl just to walk away from him.

"Stop." He ordered me. I didn't listen to him.

"Keira!" He shouted sternly. At that moment I was already furious and pissed. I looked at him and headed his way. I stopped just before him.

"I didn't tell you my name just to abuse it!" I shouted angrily in his face.

"I want you to tell me more about yourself." he said quite coldly as if nothing was happening.

"No!" I replied. This time with my cold voice. Ignoring orders is one thing but direct resistance is another and this was the first time for me doing it. Also it was the first time I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. He grabbed me by the throat and knocked me against the wall. Then pinned me so I couldn't move. He kept his hand under my throat so I couldn't even bite. Only growl. My hands remained free so I was trying to free myself. There actually was a way to do that but it would be very painful for him and it would probably lead to worse things. So I kept it in mind and waited where it would go without it.

"You are forgetting that you're not in a position to oppose me without consequences." he told me in his cool tone again.

"And the collar is not the only thing I can punish you with."

At this sentence I felt his other hand slip under my nightdress. He stroked my waist and left his warm hand there. My growl become even more aggressive.

"I hope I made myself clear." he said and let me go. Then he stepped back. I sat down and crossed my arms. This was a great lesson for me. Next time I'll rather just ignore him instead of opposing. He sat across from me. I was sulking and not looking at him.

We had to sit there for at least 15 minutes. He probably waited for me to calm down. And partly succeeded because my rage was slowly gone. I was aware that it was my fault but I continued to sulk.

"Tell me more about yourself." he asked me this time with a soft and calm voice. I didn't even move.

"Why didn't you tell me your real name when I asked?"

It surprised me. I didn't want to talk to him but also I didn't like him accusing me of lying.

"I told you name which I consider myself as right one." I replied without looking at him.

"Why don't you like your given name?" He asked. This time however he sounded so curious. Where the hell did he found out it wasn't my first name?

"Nobody calls me that. People know me as Keira." I replied. I bent my legs together, hugged them and put my head on my knees. I looked into the ground.

"What did you do before the kidnapping? Did you have any work?"

I just nodded.

"Did you have a boyfriend?" he asked further. The form of the question intrigued me and I looked up at him.

"What kind of question is that... Does this mean that if I had a boyfriend I don't have him anymore?" I asked a little annoyed. He was surprised by my sudden question.

"You're mine now." he replied emphatically gazing into my eyes.

"This is bullshit." I murmured again and put my head back on my knees.

"Did you have a boyfriend?" He asked again more urgently. He had such a stern look now. It was first time he shown so many emotions. Can it be jealousy? I guess it would make sense. After all he paid 2 millions for me and thinks that I belong only to him.

"I didn't have boyfriend right before the kidnapping."I replied. His tension stopped and he exhaled deeply. So it looks like I found his weakness, just not the kind of weakness I should try to exploit. It could end up very badly for me.

"Did you have a happy life?"

I sighed.

"Yes I had. And it cost me a lot to achieve it." I told him. I probably sounded sad. The whole questioning didn't feel good to me. He reminded me of what I had lost. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his mobile. He stared into it for a moment and then he turned display toward me.

"Was this your job?" He asked. Someone's instagram was on the display. I knew each of these pictures very well. The pictures of my paintings. My heart sank and I looked away. I felt sick. Since the day I was kidnapped I had never admitted what was happening. It just seemed like a bad dream I need to survive and everything will be good again. The pictures drew me into reality. I'm so screwed! I tried to fight the sudden desperation but I couldn't. I shivered.

"Keira..."

I could not bear to sit there any longer. I got up quickly and headed to the bathroom. He wasn't trying to stop me anymore. When I got there I collapsed. I tried to deal with it mentally but it didn't help. I stayed there for many hours. When I finally got out there was a plate with food on the bed in front of the door. I had no appetite. I went back to my corner of the bed and tried to sleep.