It was dark.
When my heavy eyelids finally opened, I could see only the outline of the furniture around me. My eyes took a few minutes to adjust the mixture of turned-off lightbulb and dusk, but when they did, I was definitely NOT in my house.
I tried to move, but rope bound my wrists to a chair. I tried to untie them, but the friction burns on my wrists caused me to cry out in pain.
After what felt like an age, a lightbulb switched on in the room. I winced, squinting through the light at my captor.
He was stunning. His hair flopped effortlessly against his perfect skin. His thin neck led to a perfect jawline, and his arms bulged with just a hint of muscle.
'Beautiful.' he whispered, kneeling down in front of me, 'Hvor heter du?'
My basic knowledge of the Norwegian language assisted me. 'Jeg heter Y/N.' I whispered back hoarsely. 'Snakker du trenger Engelsk?'
He laughed softly, revealing perfect teeth. 'My name is Sondre.' he replied, his accent giving the simple words a sense of grandeur, 'And I will be your host for the rest of your life.'
The disturbing words sent a shiver down my spine. There was no darkness behind them, but that seemed to scare me more.
For 3 weeks I sat on that chair. He would spoon-feed me, treating me like a fragile doll. He tried to speak to me, but I could never reply, no matter how much I tried.
One day it was different. He came into the room with an arrogant air. He didn't attempt to make conversation; he just fed me, and when he was done, sat there watching me.
After about half an hour, he stood up. He glided gracefully across the room...
...and sat on my lap.
Leaning forward, he spoke to me in a low whisper, as if any louder noise would smash the atmosphere.
'What do I have to do to make you speak to me?' Sondre whispered breathily in my ear.
He fidgeted on my lap, causing an accidental, strangled noise to erupt from my throat. He froze for a minute, looking at me, before repeating his movement to see if he could get the same reaction. I repeated the noise, but this time it was clearer and louder.
Sondre leaned back. 'Vocal, aren't we?' his deep voice drawled, and he chuckled.
He rested his palm on my lower abdomen. I breathed out heavily.
'Let's try something.' Sondre said, and also every part of my body knew it should be repulsive, it wasn't, and I could feel myself nodding.
His hand went lower and lower, snaking past the waistband of my jeans. Suddenly everything went white, and my eyes failed to see what my body clearly felt.
Sondre's long, calloused fingers pushed into me, and the feel of him was everywhere, and I wanted the feel of him to always be everywhere.
I could hear myself making deep, choking moans, and I was already nearly broken when Sondre started to move his hand.
I couldn't hold back. I let out a long, loud scream, my back arching off the chair, my wrists running against the rope.
After a few minutes in this state of ecstacy, I snapped back to reality. Sondre had left the room.
My name is Y/N, and Sondre will be my host for the rest of my life.
