Let Me Help You Help Me

Bruises

The door closing and the sound of the key locking it into place seemed to echo off the walls. Anas head snapped to the side, panicking to find Christian. He was gone though. She couldn't stop herself as she called out to him, "Christian!" But there was no answer. Okay calm down, he won't leave you in here for forever. She thought to herself, but what if it were overnight? The thought of being handcuffed to the bed all night long, made her panic more.

She decided to try to remain calm for as long as possible. Maybe he just went to shower and would be back in a few minutes. But the minutes ticked by and though she had no way of knowing the time, she knew it was going into at least an hour now.

Her arms were getting tired. Anytime she pulled on her restraints though, the cuffs dug into her flesh and made it hurt more.

"Christian," she called out for what felt like the thousandth time. Her voice was going out, because of all her crying and calling his name.

Ana pulled her legs close to her chest, trying to get her body closer so it wasn't pulling her arms so much.

Somehow, she cried herself to sleep.

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Ana felt her arm gently fall onto silk, and relief and blood flow rush to that part of her body. Opening her eyes she saw Christian as he freed her other hand as well.

"You're lucky I didn't keep you in here all night." He told her, his brooding face giving nothing away. He was still pissed at her, clearly. Ana kept her mouth shut, not wanting him to get upset at her, and cuffing her back to the bed. She stood up and her entire body felt stiff. Looking down at her wrist she saw how red they were, and knew she'd be bruised there.

"Go to bed." He told her. There seemed to be such a wall up around him now. She didn't understand. But she did as he told her. Running to her pile of clothes on the floor, she quickly put them on, as Christian stood silently behind her watching.

Practically running, she headed out the door and toward the stairs, not looking back once. She heard the door shut and Christian locking the playroom back up.

When she finally got to her room she shut her door quickly and went to her bed, falling onto it. Glancing at the clock she saw the time, 3:32. Christian had left her tied up for over five hours. She could feel her blood boil at the thought. How could he do this? All the things they had done together. She thought he had actually cared about her, but now he was just treating her like his slave. Even if thats what she was...

Exhausted, she got under the covers in her bed and fell asleep.

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Christian finished locking the playroom back up and went to his room. After, taking a shower he finally crawled into bed. Running a frustrated hand over his face, he did all he could not to scream in annoyance.

After fucking Ana, he had already decided she needed to be reminded just who was in charge around here. But as soon as he had left her in the playroom, he heard her call out to him, scared.

He felt nauseous as he walked up the stairs, all the while telling himself he was going to leave her in there all night. But instead of going to his room to get some sleep, he ended up his his office. Sitting at his desk, he brought up the security camera for the playroom, and quickly turned the sound on.

Ana laid strung up, helpless. He could hear whimpering, as she tried in vain to get comfortable in the position she was in.

"Christian....please," She called, but it wasn't very loud between her sobs.