Captive

5: Master

Erin's POV

It had been ten meals since my captor last spoke to me. I wasn't sure how many days it had been. There appeared to be no consistency as to when I received my meals either. Sometimes I felt like I had been waiting for eternity, other times it felt like only a few hours may of passed. It didn't help that the lack of sensory input and the mind numbing boredom left me in a constant daze of sleepiness. I lacked the energy or the resources to get up and do anything, so I found myself in a cycle of falling in and out of sleep.

As the time went on I found myself craving his attention. I felt dirty and stupid for feeling that way, but I longed for human interaction. Each time he entered my cell I tried to start a conversation with him, but the look on his face quickly told me to shut up. We had got into a pattern at meal times, and each time I put up some resistance to allowing him to feed me, but I always gave in in the end. Twice he seemed to grow more tired of my resistance and left with the food, leaving my stomach empty, and me hungry. During those times it wasn't the food I missed out on the most, it was his touch. He no longer bought food with a knife and fork to feed me, instead he bought finger food allowing him to feed me with his bare hands. With each piece of food I accept him his hands, his fingers would linger against my lips. It would send sparks of happiness throughout my body, and sometimes those sparks found their way to my clit aswell.

Part of me was ashamed of the person I was becoming. It is pathetic, the way I crave his touch. But as humans we are social beings, so how does the removal of the social elements of our lives impact us. Thinking back to my lectures on Attachment in Psychology, studies suggested that the social bond and connection, along with the comfort and security it bought, was prioritised by individuals over that of meeting their most basic needs of food and safety. Was I merely becoming one of the monkeys in Harry Harlow's experiments.

I instantly sat up and got on to my knees when the lights began to flick to life. It was like an alarm clock alerting me that my captor was coming. As he walked through the door I instantly noticed how different he seemed. He had a bounce in his step and whistled a tune that seemed familiar to me.

"Good morning." He greeted as he sat down infront of me. I tried my hardest to hide the shock on my face that he had actually spoken a word to me. It had felt so long since I had heard another voice besides my own. He grabbed my chin and lifted me up the look him straight in the eyes. I could see in his eyes he had something planned. They felt like a window into his soul, exposing the evil thoughts that circulated in his brain. "Now what does my kitty say back to me."

I looked at him, unsure of how he wanted me to respond. Was it best to stay quite and risk him getting angry that I did not answer him, but then risk giving him the wrong answer, potentially infuriating him further. "You say good morning Master." This time I couldn't hold the shocked look on my face. How could he expect me to demean myself further and use that title to address him. He seemed to ignore my lack of response for a moment, as he removed the foil from the plate of food. He fed himself a handful of grapes as he waited. I knew he wouldn't feed me until I gave him what he wanted, and I knew he would continue to eat the food on the plate until it was gone, just to torment me further. But to give up another sacred part of myself, to give up an aspect of my freedom, seemed impossible.

"I am waiting." He said. This time when he grabbed a grape he held it up towards my closed lips. I had learnt better than to try and eat from his hand when I was not doing as expected. He liked to torment me with the food before removing it away from my reach. Typically it worked. This time it wouldn't. I continued to stare into his eyes with my own look of defiance, communicating my disobedience without opening my mouth. I had allowed him to win so much recently, now it was my turn to win a battle.