Lockdown

Sand

Ocean.
I dreamt of the ocean, being on a sandy beach, with my father like we used to every spring break. I could hear the waves, and smell the saltiness of the air, coating me in a warm blanket of nostalgia.
How my fingers would be coated in damp sand from building sandcastles, and digging little moats that ended up making the foundation of the castle collapse.
Falling apart as if it had never existed.
I woke up, sitting up straight.
I was in a pink room, and saw a window was open, and from the view I could see the ocean.
How could that be? And how dumb would Master be to have left it open like this. I moved to crawl out of bed and choked. I was chained to the bed, an identical padlock keeping me in place.
I sighed, looking down at the light pink bedspread sprinkled with cartoon unicorns and stars.
My eyes scanned the room, which was filled with tons of stuffed animals. I looked up to see that I was sitting in a princess-like bed, with the silky drapes hanging down.
Did Master have a kid? That would be annoying to deal with.
I looked to the other side of the room to see a pink night stand.
Sitting on a silver platter was a child's plate filled with goldfish and baby carrots, accompanied by a box of apple juice.
Perplexed, yet starving, I grabbed the food and started to scarf it down.
It wasn't 'after-rape McDonalds' but it was still satisfying. I was sucking on the straw to get the last drop of juice when I saw the large white door open.
It was Master.
"Hello my precious doll, I see you're awake! Did you sleep well babygirl~?" He cooed, his voice so soft it was sugar coated in sweetness, nothing like before. He was in a different suit now, no longer covered in blood and cum.
My mouth was stuffed with food so I just nodded my head.
"Good, good, good! I wanted to welcome you to Wright Island! A small slice of heaven on Earth, where everything is right!" He said as if he were advertising for a ski resort.
He started to walk towards me with this calm and welcoming demeanor, sitting next to me on the edge of the bed, moving some of the silk draping out of the way.
"Do you like Pink? I figured it would pair well with that beautiful blonde hair of yours, you're like a perfect babydoll..." he said softly, reaching up and running his fingers through my hair once again.
Fingers that killed.
I looked down, trying to keep myself grounded so I wouldn't fall for this fucked up fairy tale.
He immediately grabbed my chin with his finger, and pushed my head up to face him.
"We look at Daddy when he's talking to you, understand?"
His coat of kindness had melted away, revealing that stern look of his, his eyes now craving perfection rather than radiating warmth.
"Okay.."
I muttered, and he gripped my chin tighter, his other hand looping my chair around his hand and tugging me closer. I placed my hands on his chest for stability.
"That should be a 'Yes sir'. Understood?"