Captive

Prologue

"Don't come near me." Erin sobbed. Her arms shakily held up a gun as she took steps away from her captor. "I will shoot."

Her captor stood in front of her, a look of amusement on his face as he raised his hands in fake surrender.

"I want you to let me go." Erin said, raising her chin and attempting to give an aire of confidence, "Call off your security, let them go home. Let me go home." The confidence was short lived as Erin felt the tears fall down her face and drip down from her chin. Two years she had been here. Two years away from her family and the life she once knew. Two years of abuse from her captor.

"Now now kitty, you know I won't do that. So be a good little girl and put down the gun." The man took two steps towards her. Erin fumbled with the gun before clicking off the safety. She had never held a gun before, much less used one, but she had seen him handle one so often she felt like an expert.

"I am not yours! You can't keep me forever." Erin watched in slow motion as her captor reached out for the gun, ripping it from her grip. A hand pulled at her hair, as she screamed in pain and frustration. Before she knew it she was in the steel grip of her captor, an all too familiar situation.

"You are mine. You will always be mine, and I will fuck you every second of every day until you get that through your pretty little head."