Keep Me Captive

I crawl across the cold, hard stone floor. The shackles on my ankles dragging, and the skin on my knees catching. I stumble towards the dim light, caused by the fire someone had lit, and was holding above their head. My destination reached, I grabbed onto the rusty metal bars in front of me, dirty fingers overlapping. I look up to the person in front of me, who is obviously male. He shines the light towards me, and I squint at the brightness. My eager eyes reach his pale blue ones, and he gasps. Smirking, he reaches out and through the bars, to stroke my cheek. I'm stuck in that position, electric currents were flowing freely between us. "Looks like the little slave is my beloved. How fitting."