One Man's Darkness- Closed for KamaKamaSutra

Cold seeped into her bones, making her moan softly in discomfort. Her consciousness returned from the darkness only to return with fear. It was a frightening fear that robbed her of any ability. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. Her heart was beating so fast and hard that it hurt. Where was she? What had happened to her and why couldn’t she see? It took a long hard effort to calm herself and realize she was blindfolded but that wasn’t all. Instinctively she tried to draw her wrists inward and couldn’t. It was then she realized her back was pinned to cold, hard concrete. Her wrists were pinned to it as well. Her arms spread-eagled out from her body. A quick attempted jerk of her legs also made her conscious of the same thing, her ankles were bound to the coldness below her. They, too, were spread out from her body. The tip of her tongue peeked out from slightly parched lips, seeking to moisten them. She wanted to scream and yell. Her fear was that great. Instead she called out with a wobble in her voice.

“Help! Help me, please….. please help me.”

Her words echoed within the concrete walls.

Reanna Whitmore. Her friends called her Ree. Things like this didn’t happen to a girl like her. They certainly didn’t happen in her hometown of Woodport Indiana. They were a small town. The biggest crime there was when the Olsen twins had decided they were gangsta and had graffitied the town library’s exterior walls. Ree had never done anything to hurt anyone. Not that she could remember. Her heart seemed to jump into her throat as she yanked helplessly at her wrists and ankles. Suddenly she stilled. Someone was in the room with her.

“Hello? Is… is someone there?”

Fear, as she had never experienced in her life, gripped her. Ree knew someone was in this room with her. She could sense them.

“I know someone is here. Say something!”

Her voice got forceful out of habit and perhaps fear. It was that same fear that changed her tone to pleading. She hated herself for it.

“Please let me go. Why are you doing this to me? What are you going to do with me?”

There was no answer, at least not with words. She swallowed hard, tasting her fear on her tongue. It filled her mouth as she felt something cold touch her skin. It took a moment before she realized what it was. Steel. Sliding across her skin as it cut away her blouse. Ree froze, within and without. Suddenly her fear rose, suffocating her. Breathing seemed impossible. She didn’t dare move. Whoever it was that was with her had a knife. A smart knife. The cooler air touched her skin as her blouse fell away. Ree stopped breathing as she felt it slide under her bra and tugged upward. It slipped from her body like butter sliding off a hot pan. Still the knife wielding person didn’t speak. She could feel their breath on her skin. She winced as the blade lifted away. Ree whimpered.

“Please…..” she whispered, “Please….. let me go. Don—don’t do this…..”

The coolness of steel touched her hip. She flinched. The sharp edge of the blade rasped against the flimsy cloth of her underwear. There was a sharp tug and the material at her hip gave away. The blade moved to the other side, sliding easily under the loose fabric. It didn’t take much effort to cut that side away as well. Fear made her stomach knot and harden as she felt the sharp tip of the knife trail lightly across her tender skin. There were so many things she wanted to do. All at once. So many thoughts flashed through her brain with rapidity. Fear and horror were her two closest friends. They clogged her throat until she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Was this person going to kill her afterwards? She could hear their soft breathing just above her. She wanted to yank against her bindings but just barely contained herself. Cold, unforgiving steel was a good deterrent.

Jamie stared at the screen, Reanna’s picture staring back at him from above the send friend request button his mouse pointer hovered over. Sighing, he closed the laptop as the bitterness swelled inside of him again. How many times would he do this to himself? He always got to this point, he never sent it, he never looked at her pictures, he never read anything she posted. He had bookmarked the link to send her a request at some point, but he never stepped past staring her picture and that damn button. It had been years since hey had seen her. He thought back to the last time, as she stepped off the graduation platform and left with her friends. She walked with such confidence, all beauty, and grace. He doubted she would even know who he was, ever give him a chance. The ding of an incoming email snapped him back to the present. His hands relaxed and blood returned to his clenched fingers as he opened the laptop. Work, it was always work, he read the subject line, a smile crept onto his face. It was an email from his old school, it was sent to the entire class, he saw Reanna’s email on the list. She would be there, she was always at things like this. He hadn’t gone to any of his, he didn’t get along with the kids in his class then, what would change now. They would ask him what he did for a living, comment about how they had no idea what that meant, then ask where he lived and what he had been up too. On the rare occasion, he had bumped into someone from his past that was always how the conversation went. He sighed, they infuriated him, they were beneath him. They had always thought him weird and strange and made fun of him or worse ignored his existence and Reanna had been the worse. He played with her name, stretching it out as he spoke and turned it into a mocking tone. He closed the message, he wasn’t going and that was that. He had way too much work to do, he went over the checklist in his head. He still had to compile the latest test run of the new program, log the errors, send them back to corporate back in Indianapolis with notes about each one. It really would take him at least two weeks more to get that done. He reopened the email; the reunion was in a month. Leaning back in this computer chair he raked his hands through his hair. NO! He wasn’t going to go, he didn’t fit in, but he wanted to see what the goddess of Woodport High had become, was she a fat sow now? He hoped her breast sagged from repeated suckling from the numerous spawns of the random men she had taken home. He hoped her body was swelled from carrying her brood. The thought of her in that state made him chuckle, the sound amplified in the emptiness of the room. He had to know, he opened a new browser, clicking the bookmark for her and opened her profile. He opened her pictures folder and slammed his fist down onto his desk, knocking over the pen cup and sending papers scattering onto the floor. He could scream, how had she barely changed! She was gorgeous still, every picture showed off her body in some way, a bikini at the beach, yoga pants after a class, her smile as her friends kissed her cheeks on either side, a mans hand reaching from behind the camera as they walked up an outdoor trail, her legs as she stretched poolside. He clicked the next picture, over and over, he went through years of photos and even as the timestamps went back years, he could barely tell the difference between then and now. He was angry and the resentment for her charmed life churned his stomach. He spiraled into himself, curling up onto the floor as he went the unfairness of it all. Eventually his cat, Chester, patted him on the face, he looked up at the orange tabby and had to squint in the dim light. How long had he been on the floor? He used the table to get back to his feet, his legs had gone numb at some point. It had been a while obviously, the clock on his laptop showed almost 5 hours had passed. He settled back into this chair, opening his email he composed a message to his boss. He explained due to a death in his family, he wouldn’t be able to complete his deadline for the project, but he would send his progress in for the team at corporate to continue from. He signed the email Jamie McIntyre, Senior Data Validation Supervisor and hit send. He knew that his boss, would be OK with it, really anyone above him only cared about if the job was done and the team at corporate, would be enough to handle the rest of the testing. He only did it a lot of the work to be able to work from his home and not deal with the ins and out of the office. He closed the laptop again and reached down and entered in a code onto a locked drawer, pulling out a sleek black laptop he opened it up, the customer interface greeted him, and he opened the encrypted web browser. Once he was there he typed the address of the market and started purchasing the things he would need. He had come up with a plan while he laid on the floor, he would make them all pay, he would make them see how horrible they were, and he would start with Reanna.


The night of the reunion happened sooner than he had anticipated, but he had finished everything a week earlier. He waited outside the school gym, the class started to trickle out and eventually he saw her. She was gorgeous. His body betrayed him, the bulge in his pants matched strained the fabric with the intensity of his resentment toward her. This reaction had started a few weeks ago as he was installing some of his purchases, he had never been an overly sexual person, but the constant planning and the work of installation had stirred something from within him. It frustrated him that he had seemed to become fascinated by HER body while preparing everything. He watched her walk to her car, he turned the ignition on his beater as she passed him. He followed her out of the parking lot and onto the street, he followed her from a distance as she took the route he had known she would. Waiting for the right spot, he tapped on his laptop in the passenger seat and entered in the codes for her car. In front of him, her engine stalled. He watched as she slowed to a stop on the side of the road. The computers in the newer cars really were to easy to hack if you were close enough and had the right programs. He slowed to a stop behind her, he checked his surroundings no lights either direction. She stepped out of her car and approached him. She knocked on the window never expecting the tranquilizer as he rolled down the window. She collapsed beside the car. He stepped over her and lifted her into the back seat of the car, zip tying her hands and feet just in case. Reaching over the driver seat he turned her car back on and putting his hair cap and gloves on he pulled it into a nearby turn off that were so common in the outskirts of town, he made sure to pull the car out of view of the road. It had to look like she was trying to not be seen. He turned the car off and wiped down the surfaces he had touched just to be safe and rushed back to his car. He closed the door as he sat into the driver’s seat, his heart raced and her soft groans from the backseat thrilled him. He pulled back into the road, no cars were within sight and he hadn’t heard anyone pass while he moved the car.

He pulled back into his driveway a short while after, the lights of the beater falling onto the man standing there. His heart jumped till he realized it was the courier he had ordered earlier. There were plenty of people willing to help you move things for the right amount of money. He dropped the keys in the man’s hand and lifted her limp body out of the back seat. The man grunted and smirked as he sat behind the wheel and turned the car away from the house. Jamie worried, but the people who had negotiated the payment weren’t the type to deal with the police. He figured the car would be driven a few states over and crushed by associates of the man. He carried Reanna into the house and walked down the hallway and into his kitchen and putting his hand in the correct spot pushed his refrigerator back into a hidden recess, revealing a door in the floor marking the entrance to his panic room. Well, what had been his panic room. He had modified it into something more fitting for the task. Adjusting her weight, he opened the door and stepped down into the darkness. As they descended the steps, he could feel her pants sliding down her legs, his face flushed as he pulled the jeans down the rest of the way knocking her heels off onto the steps. The lacy fabric of her underwear retaining some of her modesty.

The room had been built with the house but was left off all the plans. To fit with the legal plans the wall of the basement was doubly thick, on the plans, it showed it had to be reinforced for “geological issues”. Really what that meant was that the wall to that part of the foundation was 3 feet thick and virtually soundproof. His panic room extended to the left of his house, underneath his garage and away from the rest of the house. As Jamie stepped off the steps he flicked the light switch and the LED strip lighting lit up the room. The various pieces of equipment and furniture he had purchased laid out the room nicely, but the four shiny anchors and chains that had been bolted into the tiles of the floor. He lowered her slowly and attached the manacles to her wrist and her ankles after cutting the zip ties with his knife. He pulled the chains tight, leaving just a little slack in them and locked them down. He pulled a folding chair closer, and after flicking the lights out waited for the sedative to wear off.

He waited for what felt like hours, jostling a few times as she moaned, and her mind slipped back from the drugs. He fiddled with his pocket knife and flicked the blade back and forth, a nervous tick he had developed as a child. The knife was the only gift form his parents that he had ever kept. He sharpened and replaced the blade as needed, and the process had become almost a compulsion. In the darkness, he could barely see, but his eyes had adjusted slowly, and he could see the rhythmic swell of Reanna’s breast as she breathed. The sound of chains jostling snapped his attention to her, she must have perceived his movement in the darkness he silently rose and walked toward her as she begged. The tone of her voice pleased him in an unexpected way, it wasn’t her pain and fear he was enjoying, however. It was the fact she knew her place and the vulnerability of it. He wanted to show her how weak she really was, how little her protest mattered. He slid the blade of his knife under her blouse and cut the fabric away. Her body retreated from the cold steel and his heart raced. More! He snapped the fabric connecting the two cups of her bra and watched as the fabric protested before snapping and revealing the hard nipples of her breast. He stared for a moment as she turned her face away, ashamed of her nakedness. He lowered his face down to her, her nipple was inches from his mouth before he thought better of it. Turning his gaze further down her body, he could see the lacy underwear diving down between her thighs, he wanted to know what was under them. He slipped the knife under the fabric hugging her hip and held his breath as the fabric frayed and fell away. He didn’t breathe again until the other side matched. The fabric had fallen back down, covering her from his gaze, he lowered the knife to her stomach and trailed the tip down. Slipping the flat of the blade under the fabric he flicked it away, allowing him and the cool air to take her nakedness in. His cock throbbed, and he wanted her so much, but not yet. He went to turn away but the urge to touch her overtook him, his lowered his hand between her thighs, rubbing the soft skin of her right leg. Her body came alive under his fingertips, she fought against her bounds and her voice lost the weakness it had moments ago. He smiled, as his fingers slipped closer to her bare womanhood. She continued to struggle even as his fingers touched her outer lips and an exploratory dip inside. She was warm and tight, her body fought against him even from the inside, her body pushed back at him and squeezed his finger attempting to force him out. He obliged her, removing his finger from her, smiling as her bodies natural lubricant oozed off him, he wiped the fluid onto her breast before standing and moving away from her. His cock bulged against the zipper of his jeans causing him some discomfort. He settled into his chair and removed his belt and unzipped his pants. Watching her in the gloom he rubbed his cock. The roughness of his gloves adding his sensation. His mind running over the possibilities of what was to come, a few minutes later he was nearing his climax and aimed his cock down toward the floor, his eyes tracing the distance from him to her. As his eyes found her and traced the curves of her body, he locked eyes with her. She was staring at him! Her eyes burned at him and his climax took him, his cum flying over the floor and going further than he anticipated, some of it landing on her chin, lips, and neck. He quickly stuffed himself back inside his pants and hurried upstairs, grabbing her jeans as he went.

He quickly closed the entrance to his hidden chamber and leaned against the counter of his kitchen, his breath ragged from the excitement and a pang of fear of the realization of what he had done. He panicked for a moment before regaining his senses. He needed to finish the plan. Pulling her phone from her pants he searched her contacts, finding a number listed as G-Man, checking the messages seemed to imply that they had been seeing each other casually. Perfect, using his laptop he tricked the phone into generating text messages and manipulating the time stamps made it seem that they were from earlier in the night. He left the messages vague but implied that they would meet after the reunion nearby for a quick romp outdoors before spending the night together. Satisfied that the messages would fool all but the closest investigation he whipped the phone down and slipped it back inside the jeans. He smashed the screen through the pocket and walked out the back door of his house. Turning on the drone he had attached a remote-controlled hook too he clipped the pants to them and launched the craft into the air. Using the VR camera, he flew the drone over the woods around his house toward the location of her car. This model was able to fly up to 30 miles in a single flight, but it would only use a little over 3/4th of that to drop off its payload. Once the drone’s cameras picked up the car, he flew it past and away from the direction of his house. Finding a small clearing he lowered the drone and dropped the jeans onto the forest floor. Flying the drone back, he smiled as the previously clear night turned to rain, he was drenched, and the water had started to pool on his yard by the time the drone landed at his feet. Walking inside he stripped down removing everything, collecting the drone and the box it came in, along with his secret laptop stuffing it all into a garbage back he walked garage. His house was designed to be partially off the grid. It came equipped with a multi-fuel furnace, solar panels, and a recycling water pump. While he enjoyed the convince of modern life, he knew he wouldn’t be happy without the ability to operate without it. He tossed his bag of trash and loaded the furnace with some other household trash and wood and lit it with a camp lighter. He watched as the material flared to life and smiled as he closed the door, the firelight fading and leaving him in darkness again.

He left. Ree was sure it was a he now. Who was he and what did he want with her? How long before he came back? Her fear factor was through the roof. Without thought she once more jerked at her wrists and then her ankles. They were still bound to the floor.

How did she end up here? The last thing she remembered…. What was the last thing she remembered? It was the night of her ten year class reunion. Ree had been looking forward to it. She was looking forward to seeing all her old school girlfriends again. Hell, she couldn’t wait to see Stephen again too. Stephen had been the Captain of the football team and her boyfriend throughout high school. At one time, they had talked about getting married. That had fallen by the wayside during their senior year of school and Stephen had been scouted by some top colleges. He no longer had time for her. Ree had hidden all the hurt well. Her ego came to the fore, letting herself tell everyone that she broke up with him and it hadn’t mattered. She was dying to see what had become of him over the years. The night had gone well, she thought. Stephen, she learned, hadn’t become that big football star he was hoping to become. He had shattered his ACL in college and that had been that.

Ree had left the reunion, driven down the street but before she could get on the highway that would take her home, her car had stalled. Just out of the blue, it died and coasted to a stop. Now what was she going to do? It was dark out. Looking in her rearview mirror, she saw a car pull up behind her. She felt a sense of relief. Getting out of her car, she walked back to the car behind her, her heels rapping against the pavement. She tapped on the driver’s window, ready to ask for help and that’s all she remembered until she came to. Here. In this place.

Her fingers tightened into fists. She remembered the feel of his fingers on her skin. Her mind couldn’t shy away from what had happened only recently. His fingers had touched her. Intimately and no matter how hard she tried to thrust the memories from her mind, she relived them again. She could feel his finger probe her, dipping inside her body. It was covered with something. Some sort of cloth. Rough material of some sort. She tried to push him out. She didn’t want him there. He had no business….. she didn’t want him inside her body and just before she felt herself going to scream, he withdrew and backed away. As quiet as it was, she could not deny the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Dear God…. He wasn’t going to…. She swallowed hard….rape her, was he? Her relief had been great when he didn’t force himself on her. Moments later, something wet hit her face. She turned her head. Ree didn’t want to know.

Ree wasn’t sure what was worse, the quiet that came from being alone. It left her with her fears and thoughts. Both she could do without. Or him being in the room with her because sooner or later, she was going to know what he had planned for her……

High school. Ree had lived through four years of a charmed life. Popular. Cute. Everyone wanted to be her friend. Only a few were allowed to. She never lacked for Friday or Saturday night dates or even offers. Dates for the prom? Always. Same thing for dances. If she ran for a class office, she usually got it. Her grades weren’t the best but that had never worried her any. If anyone had asked her what she planned to do with her life, she simply shrugged and told them she would figure it out. College had been one big, long party. Ree had pledged the sorority of her choice. Life had been good. Better than good. It had been great. After four years her parents had withdrawn funding and Ree had come home to roost. In her hometown, she was still a popular person. There were a lot of people in her hometown that loved her. Once again, she wondered who would dare kidnap her and for what purpose.

The concrete beneath her was cold. The coldness was seeping into her bones. He hadn’t covered her with anything. Tears formed under her eyelids and threatened to spill down her cheeks. Her ankles and wrists were becoming chafed from all the tugging she had been doing. Yet, she couldn’t stop. To stop and simply lie there meant she was helpless and helpless was the last thing she wanted to be. She wanted to drum her heels on the concrete floor and yell at the top of her lungs, but what good would that do? She wished that son-of-a-bitch would give her an opening. Something. Anything.

The sun shining through the curtains woke him up, he had collapsed after burning the bits of incriminating evidence. Rolling out of bed, the floor cold on his bare feet he shuffled downstairs to the room between the kitchen and garage. Settling down at his desk, flipping open his laptop and loading up his email. Checking the normal junk mail, a few emails from work confirming his transfer of work to corporate and asking when he will be back, a form to send to HR and a best wishes E-card from his team at the office. As he finished going through his mail, yesterdays events ran through his head a smile crept to his face as he moved to head downstairs.
Sitting down on the last step, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he found Reanna’s outline on the floor, walking slowly, leaving the light off as he navigates around the room. Finding the mask laying out on the desk he slips it over his face. The little light he had going dark as the smell of leather fills his nose. Turning to the woman chained to the floor he kneels above her face, running his hand across her cheek.

“Hello Reanna, your as beautiful as I remember”

Standing up and walking around her, admiring her body and enjoying the few spots of dried cum on her skin. Leaning down, stroking her breast, teasing her nipple enjoying the snap of her skin as it falls from his fingers.

“Are you hungry?”

She was lying there, cold and afraid, listening for his return. Straining her hearing, she thought she heard someone moving above her. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath until he spoke. His words as well as his voice startled her. How long had he been down here with her.

“Hello Reanna, you’re as beautiful as I remember”

“What? Do---do I know you?”

Ree flinched as his fingers touched her face. She let out a deep sigh as he stood up. Her breath sucked back in when he touched her.

“Stay away from me, “ she practically screamed, “Who the fuck are you and where am I?”

His question about food made her ill. Ree wasn’t sure if it was from having not eaten or if just the thought of food trying to settle in her stomach was what did it.

She twisted in her bindings again. She could feel that her wrists were already raw. Her voice, when it came again, was a near whisper and desperate.

“Please---- please whoever you are---- let me go. I promise not to tell anyone about you.”

That part was easy enough. She couldn’t see him and she didn’t have a clue where she was. She had been unconscious. Instead of twisting in her bindings, she pushed against them before she let her arms fall helplessly to her sides. Anger and tears didn’t seem to work on him. Dammit. Part of her was listening. Where was he and what did he have in store for her next? Her mind shied away from the obvious answer. Another part of her mind was trying to figure out a way out of her predicament.

He had called her by name. Obviously he knew her or simply knew her name.

“Do---do I know you? Please tell me that much.”

Her tongue escaped her mouth and ran across her lips, which felt parched. She tasted something. Something different and odd. What was it?

Watching her struggle twisted him inside, his arousal was evident, he could feel his body crave hers. She bombarded him with questions, she wasn’t quite as dumb as she appeared. She seemed to be searching for something to help her, maybe she wanted to relate to him. He had read that in interrogation the best way to survive was to make your captor feel for you. He had prepared for that, mentally prepping for weeks before he started his plan. The last question, or maybe the tone it came out in, caught his attention. He leaned down next to her, pinning her arm down with his hand, squeezing her forearm tightly. Hissing in her ear.

“Bitches like you wouldn’t know me from the hundreds of others that you ignore every day of your spoilt fucking life.”

He sat back up, standing over her before stepping across her to flip on the light. He turned, and looked up at the ceiling, he had a track system installed with anchors that hung just above normal reach for chains. Gathering a set of chains, these were more for BDSM type activities and lighter than the steel ones holding her now. Walking over to her, he clipped the links into the anchors hanging from the ceiling, standing on his tip toes for a moment. Dropping the chains, they slam on the floor loudly, inches from her head. Returning to her, clipping the other ends to her cuffs, before adjusting the lengths, and unscrewing the safety D rings holding the ones holding her to the floor. The chains leaving her hands dangling above her head, she would be unable to bring them to her sides but could stand now. He left her anklets on but adjusted the length of the chains. Moving a chair behind her, that was an elderly toilet, equipped with a tank that could be dumped.

“You can stand or sit. You will use the bathroom in that, if you make a mess I will make you lay in it. I do not enjoy cleaning the floor and I won’t do it for you. If you must shit, make sure you don’t make it too hard for me to clean you or I will simply bring a hose down.”

Cringing under the mask, he had known this was going to be an issue but the reality of it was setting in, he disliked mess and had never dealt with human waste. Maybe this would be harder than he had thought. But seeing her trying to figure out what was to come, the thought of her belly swollen and her tits sagging made him smile despite what was to come.

“You will eat when I eat, and you will eat what I eat. I know what your allergies are and aren’t so don’t try to fake it, if you do or if you have a reaction, I have Epi-pens in stock, and I will not be gentle in using them.”

Moving to the other side of the room, behind her, opening a metal cabinet pulling out some MRE meals. The kind the military used, selecting one, a Chicken Fajita, a rather messy meal better eaten with a spoon than trying to make a fajita with it. Preparing it, following the instructions, once it was finished he sat it down between her legs, adding some slack to the chains so she could reach the meal.

“Eat, while I make mine.”

Turning, he returned to the cabinet and prepared his MRE.

“Bitches like you wouldn’t know me from the hundreds of others that you ignore every day of your spoilt fucking life.”

The venom in his voice took her aback. Her immediate response was anger. How dare he? What did he know about her life? She winced involuntarily as he pinned her forearm down. In that moment, instinct made her angry. His words. His feelings made her angry. She pushed back against him. There was little harm she could inflict but at least he would know he pissed her off. Ree kept quiet however. There was little sense in antagonizing him.

Something hit the floor forcefully mere inches from her head and made her flinch yet again. From the sounds of it, chains but she was already chained what was his purpose now? Her head throbbed. She closed her eyes against the pain.

“You can stand or sit. You will use the bathroom in that, if you make a mess I will make you lay in it. I do not enjoy cleaning the floor and I won’t do it for you. If you must shit, make sure you don’t make it too hard for me to clean you or I will simply bring a hose down.”

She didn’t move. She heard him. Her eyes slowly opened and were still trying to adjust to the light he just flicked on. From the corner of her eye, she watched him. He wore a mask. She looked at the MRE he placed between her legs. It came with a command. One she fought not to ignore. She was hungry and if she didn’t attempt to eat, when would he feed her again. Reaching delicately for the brown packet, she sat up, sitting crossed-legged and delicately opened it with her fingernail. It smelled faintly of something Mexican. Reaching inside cautiously she pulled some out with her fingers before stuffing it into her mouth. She resisted the urge to spit it out. It was awful. She chewed, trying not to think about it. Her brother told her they weren’t so bad. He lied. Her eyes strayed to the makeshift toilet. Oh hell no. She internally shuddered but given her position, what could she do? She prayed her brother was right about the MREs. In this case. Inconspicuously, while his back was to her, she studied him. Did she know him? Apparently, he knew her or of her. Yet….. there was something about him. Something, vaguely familiar.

She swallowed, “How long do you plan on keeping me? What do you want with me?”

Not knowing the answer to these questions were driving her crazy. Her anger had given way to vague acceptance for the moment. Surely, he would make a mistake somewhere, sometime and she would pounce on it.

He could hear her asking questions again, then he heard the MRE being opened. At least she wasn’t fighting to eat, probably thinks that if she eats she will be strong enough to escape. He smiled as he returned to his spot in front of her with his.

“I see you don’t have an issue being naked, or stuffing your fingers in your mouth, not the only thing you’ve had in there is it?”

He opened his meal, Chicken Fajita, he hated these. But it was part of the plan, he would feed this to her till she asked for something nicer, then a few days after he would give her a good meal. Then go back to the MRE’s. Eventually, she would earn better food, but that was a way away. He ate his own with a spoon, careful not to spill any. He finished his meal, sitting the packaging down and leaning back in the chair. It had taken him a few minutes to eat, and now he could answer some of the questions she had asked.

“I’m going to keep you here as long as you make me, what I am going to do to you is break that pride of yours, show you how humble it is on the outskirts of society, then maybe I will release you back into the world.”

While he was talking an idea came to him, leaving her there on the cold floor, he went to the upstairs bedroom, where he would eventually take her if she behaved. He had set up a small television and he quickly unplugged it. It was a smart tv and he could stream things from his phone onto it. Carrying it down the stairs and around her, he found a spot, out of reach of her hands and placed it down, running a drop cord to it from the wall behind he flicked the screen on. The brand name appeared, and he was able to navigate the menu in a minute with the remote. Taking out his phone he linked it to the T.V. and searched for a popular porn hosting site that dealt with amateurs only.

“You’ve been a queen, now I’m going to show you how to be a whore, your payment will be the lessons I will teach you”

He queued up a porn video, a BDSM themed torture chamber. The girl in the video was young, maybe 18 and the man was masked, he directed her, moved her hands and feet where he wanted them. She was nothing more than a plaything. The entire video lasted an hour, he sat in silence and only issued gentle reminders to watch and pay attention. Once the video reached its end, a scene where the young girl took a load from the man, with a quick follow up of her swollen and pregnant 6 months later. He stood up, yanking the chains around Reanna’s wrist, pulling her to standing. Loosening the chains so she could move somewhat freely. The anklets kept her from moving from side to side too far but gave her about two feet front and back. Her wrist she could move up and down, but if she tried to bend over they would restrict her to nothing more than a curtsy. Once she was up, he could see the anger in her face, she glared at him. Patting her cheek, he smiled under the mask.

“Don’t worry, you won’t love me, but you’ll come to realize you should thank me.”
Using his feet, he kicked away the remains of the MRE, a cracker packet falling out. Picking them up, he opened them and squeezed her mouth open, pushing the crackers inside.

“Tsk, tsk. The crackers help with digestion, can’t have you getting bound up. You might make a mess if you can’t control it.”

He held her mouth until she swallowed. It was cruel and wasn’t quite his intention, but she was probably used to such good food, the MRE’s would make her really constipated and he did not want to have to clean her more than needed.

“I’m going to leave you like this for an hour or so. I’ll be back to adjust you, so you can sleep.”

As he walked up the step, he used his phone to play another video, this one a three-hour mix of various sex acts with all races and mixes of genders. Settling into his desk upstairs and removing his mask, he checked his work email, nothing out of the ordinary. He answered a few questions that his team had sent him and moved to the news. Nothing on Reanna yet, that was good, meant more time for the trails to get muddled. Checking the fridge, he found just a few simple ingredients, and his stomach was growling. MRE’s weren’t the best thing to eat. He fried up a few pieces of bacon and egg, filling the house with the smell. He didn’t want to leave the house to get more food, but luckily the world had provided an answer. He did a search, comparing meal delivery services. Finding one with the food he liked the most, he placed an order for the next two months, now every week he would get a delivery of meals and that was one less hassle to have to go out into the world for. He paid a few bills and logged off, by then the video was almost halfway done and he headed back downstairs, slipping the mask over his face again. Coming down the stairs he was glad to see her tired looking, she must have been struggling. He replaced the chains that connected to the floor and removed the ones hanging from the ceiling. Leaving them dangling he lowered her to the floor. His hands holding her as she met the cold floor again. He tightened the chains, leaving her legs spread wide, her hands pulled firm away from her.

“I’m going to ask you a question, if you answer me truthfully I’ll give you a reward, if you don’t I’ll give you a punishment”

He leaned down to her, his knee resting on her stomach but not putting pressure. Letting his body looming over hers, he placed a hand on her thigh.

“Did the porn make you wet and want to touch yourself?”

She was digging in the brown packet for a little more of the meal. Whatever it was, it was God awful. She stopped eating as he spoke.

“I see you don’t have an issue being naked, or stuffing your fingers in your mouth, not the only thing you’ve had in there is it?”

She swallowed hard and felt like throwing up but she forced herself not too. He would probably make her clean up her mess. Ree thought on his words, pushing away the packet. She couldn’t eat any more. Of course she had a problem with being naked. Did he think she liked being exposed to him this way? He was seriously out of his mind and she hardly had been stuffing her fingers in her mouth. It seemed he had a grudge against her for some reason but she couldn’t figure out who he was. Sex seemed to edge everything he did.

The next thing she knew he disappeared only to return with a tv. Was he going to let her watch it? Oh God, he wanted her to watch…. Porn? She tried to ignore it but that was hard, considering his dictates. When it was finally over, Ree closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Was that the kind of thing he liked watching? He used the chains to yank her upright. Testing them, she realized she could move a bit in any direction but not much.

When he forced the crackers into her mouth all she could do was chew. They soaked up all moisture in her mouth. So dry. Swallowing had been difficult and she managed it somehow.


“I’m going to leave you like this for an hour or so. I’ll be back to adjust you, so you can sleep.”

He was going to leave her again. Good. Her satisfaction was short lived. The man had cued another porn movie and unless she closed her eyes, all she could do was watch. As soon as he left, she pulled against her bindings, paying little attention to what was playing on the tv. Her struggles were useless and she knew that but she had to try.

He returned. Removing the new chains and rechained her to the ones on the floor as he lowered her back down. The floor was cold. She was cold and she was very much aware of her spread legs, the exposure of her private parts to him. Ree had part of her answers. He planned to use her.

“I’m going to ask you a question, if you answer me truthfully I’ll give you a reward, if you don’t I’ll give you a punishment”

Oh, dear God, now what?
He loomed over her. Ree was aware of his knee on her stomach. His hand on her thigh. Was it going to be now?

“Did the porn make you wet and want to touch yourself?”

What? Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at him. Her chin jutted forward a bit.

“Is THAT all you can think about? No. No it didn’t. I hardly paid attention to either one. What kind of woman do you think I am anyway? I’m not a slut or a whore no matter what YOU think or want.”

Her anger grew deeper as she spat the words at him. How dare he? At that moment she didn’t give a tinker’s damn that she was naked, chained to the floor. His prisoner with a threat floating over her head. Involuntarily, she jerked against the chains at her wrists. The tender, rubbed raw skin under the chains chafed against her bindings. The pain engulfed her, making her breath suck sharply inward. Still she glared at him. She was angry at his words. Angry because she was taken against her will. Angry because she was naked and angry that she was at his mercy. She was use to giving orders, of being treated like a…. a…. princess. Ree was use to getting her own way and now, the tables had turned. Fear seeped into her bones, into the fibers of her being. It was something she had to swallow and force down. It took all of her internal strength to maintain her current demeanor. She turned her face away from him, exhausted.

She was angry, he could feel her body tense. He knew that she wanted to get at him, it was probably a sure thing that he would have to fight her off if she could. He must have struck a nerve however, he had not got that much of a reaction yet. Good, he could use that.

“Not a slut? Not a whore?”

He drew those words out, letting the loll off his tongue, savoring their sounds.

“I’ve seen the type of men you like, the type of men you would give your body too just to get what you wanted. You may not have taken cash in hand for your body, but you sold it all the same. You are the definition of a whore.”

He thought about having her prove it, to touch her again, but he felt a pang of guilt. Seeing her so emotional, she filled him with rage, but why? He had a good life, money, he didn’t really struggle with women. He didn’t hold anger toward them for her, it was just her. He grimaced under the mask, he stood up and walked toward the cabinet that stored the food and other supplies. He reached onto the bottom shelf and pulled a small pillow out. It was little more than an airline neck pillow, but it was something. Without saying anything he walked over to her and lifted her head, moving her hair out of the way slowly so as not to pull them or trap them under the pillow. Pushing the pillow around her neck, letting her head rest on the back as he lowered it back to the floor. He felt the action was sweet in a way, he didn’t want to hurt her this way. He was simply keeping his promise of a reward.

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

Rising to leave, he walked quickly, flicking the light off as he went. He clicked his phone on, turning the TV off for the night. Leaving her in the total darkness of the room. The hidden alcove closed behind him as he reached the kitchen. Leaning against the counter top, he reached for a glass. Lifting the handle on the tap, watching the glass slowly fill. Draining it and repeating it, his chest felt tight. His heart was racing, he was anxious and excited. What had driven him to this plan, why did she infuriate him, why was he throbbing thinking of the things he wanted to do to her. Pouring out the remainder of the third glass, he moved to his laptop. Opening it, he put in an order for a new laptop, a cheap thing, new from best buy. But he could set it up for his more secretive browsing. Going into the garage, he checked the furnace, it was cold, and he could see some of the remains of the last laptop and drone. Tossing in some more wood, and some accelerant blocks he fired up the furnace again, hopefully, this time it would finish the job. The house started to warm as he walked back to his bedroom. Stripping the mask off, he laid it on the nightstand before pulling himself into the bed. He laid on his back and let his mind wander to what Reanna was feeling, her naked body on the cold floor. His body reacted, his cock throbbed as his hand slipped down, his fingers curling around his shaft. He slowly stroked himself, his hand moving up and down, holding his thumb out letting it rub against his head as he went. He closed his eyes and remembered what she looked like, how good she felt, her skin was so soft and when he had touched her, she was delicious the way her body had pushed and pulled him, squeezed him. He was finishing that thought as he felt his orgasm hit, his cock and balls tightened, he pushed his hips up as he let rope after rope of cum fly from the tip. It splattered his blanket and his hand as he collapsed, his member slowly retracting from his grip. He laid there breathing, a thin sheen of sweat on his chest. He needed a shower, he got up a flicked on the lamp on the nightstand. Walking into the bathroom, turning on the light then the shower. Stepping in he let the water pour over him, the steam rising around him. Leaning against the wall, he put his heads on his arms as, the water cascading down his back and shoulders.

“What am I doing?”

Drying off, leaving the towel to dry on the hook, he walked back to the bed. Crawling into bed he set a timer on his phone for five in the morning. It was early, but he needs to feed her or she would waste away. He thought it might be a good thing to set up the room on a timer so he could wake her up at a set time every day. He would look into that in his downtime. Maybe he could connect the devices down there with his smartphone more.

“Good night, Reanna.”

“I’ve seen the type of men you like, the type of men you would give your body to just to get what you wanted. You may not have taken cash in hand for your body, but you sold it all the same. You are the definition of a whore.”

Soooo…. If she didn’t know him, he knew her.

He left her alone, in the dark. Normally, the darkness didn’t bother her but now she squirmed uncomfortably. He moved quietly, heading up the stairs, closing the door behind him. Ree was left with her thoughts. She felt…. confused. He had left her nude body to lie on the cool concrete but he had given her a small pillow. It wasn’t much but it was nice that her head didn’t lie on the concrete too. She was beginning to wish she had a bed to lie on. Never again would she take such a simple thing for granted…. or a bath. Right about now, she would kill for a bubble bath. She yanked impotently at her chains.

He called her Reanna. Not many people did. Most chose the abbreviation of her name. Ree. Since she had nothing better to do, her mind started to wander back through time, trying to figure out who he was and why he had it in for her. Rejected lover perhaps? Rejected suitor? Someone she hadn’t taken seriously? No one she knew would go so far as to kidnap her. Her stomach rumbled. Oh dear heavens, that MRE wasn’t sitting well with her. Ree closed her eyes, willing her stomach to be calm. If she made a mess, she had no doubt that he would make her clean it up and she didn’t do well around puke.

“Who the fuck are you?” She whispered softly into the dark room.

She was pissed and she was scared. Where did he go when he left her? What was he thinking? What was he going to do with her? Why had he made her watch porn? So many questions and too few answers. She hadn’t lied to him. At the time, the porn hadn’t turned her on. Now, maybe because she had so little to dwell on, her mind was filled with images. Naked images. Having sex. In all kinds of positions. It made her involuntarily try to press her thighs together, in vain. What the hell was happening to her? She had never been the type of girl to get turned on by porn. At least… she didn’t think she did. Whenever one of her boyfriends had suggested watching some together, she had always thought it was gross. If he couldn’t get turned on by her, then perhaps they hadn’t belonged together. Not all her boyfriends had been into porn, but there were enough of them that had been. Was there something wrong with them? Ree just didn’t know. With a discontented sigh, she closed her eyes. She should try to sleep. She didn’t get many hours of it because of her discomfort of being chained to the concrete floor. It was hard. Uncomfortable. Her wrists and ankles raw from tugging against her manacles. Her captor would return. She was more than sure about that and what would he expect of her next?

Jamie woke up to his alarm blaring, the light from the phone screen filled the dark room. Silencing the alarm with a flick of a finger he threw his legs over the bed. His feet shuffling across the cold floor he decided against clothing. He wasn’t unfit, he didn’t have the tone or definition of a gym rat, but he wasn’t overweight and he wouldn’t be mistaken for too skinny. His was flaccid but he was never one to worry about using the “it’s cold” excuse. Rubbing his eyes sleepily he picked up the leather mask as he walked out of the room. Slipping it on as he descended into the darkness, the LED light strips flickering on. He wanted to yawn, he was tired, his dreams had been troubled and his sleep fretful. He was grumpy, he could feel his nerves fraying even as he made her meal. Repeating the process from the day before he moved her to a standing position, scooting the potty chair under her. He put the breakfast MRE in her hands. He vaguely registered the packet of something labeled pork, it must be one of the pork sausage options they had. Those where better than the fajita but only thanks to the sauce they provided with it.

“Use the bathroom, better there than on the floor. Eat, I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Returning up the stairs, he closed the door to the hidden room and walked to his workroom. Checking the news on his laptop for any signs of Reanna’s disappearance. It seems they found the car, but initial reports seem to point toward her skipping town. Apparently, those close to her have mentioned her lack of connection toward people and shallow personality. He laughed, of course, they did. He looked up the article on his phone and streamed it to the TV in her room. Making sure zoom so she could read what her “friends” said about her.
He waited for a few minutes, making a pot of coffee and drinking a mug full before putting on a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt. He walked to the bottom of the stairs, sitting on the bottom step. Sipping his coffee and looking straight ahead, he couldn’t smell anything but the water in the toilet was scented so maybe it was masking it.

“Did you do you business? If you did I would like to get this over with. I hope you enjoyed the reading materials provided. Reading always helps me go in the morning.”

“What is your problem, dude?”

Okay. So she wasn’t little miss cheerful first thing in the morning. At least, she thought it was morning. Why else would he be irritating her? And maybe, it wasn’t such a bight idea to antagonize him but at the moment she could care less. She had been abruptly awakened by him, tossed on her makeshift toilet and expected to do take care of her personal needs while he fixed her something to eat if those awful things in a pouch could be considered food. Would he be able to evacuate his bowels if he were in her shoes? Yeah, well, maybe. He was a guy after all. Did he realize how humiliating it was to depend on him to clean her up afterwards? It didn’t help or endear him to her (not that he was trying to) to act so….so…. dehumanizing. He had pressed one of those MREs into her hand after setting her on the portable toilet. She sniffed the bag and wrinkled her nose. God these were awful. Still, they were suppose to be…. food. She had just started to eat when the tv came on and whatever appetite she had had, was gone as she watched and listened to news. It was a report about her. How was this possible? People she had thought cared about her. It was a bitter pill to swallow, so much so that she found tears filling her eyes, but he came back downstairs and it was just the catalyst she needed. Swallowing hard, she had simply barked at him. Her nose twitched. Was that coffee she smelled? Ree ground her teeth. Coffee. She’d almost do anything for a cup of the dark liquid. She turned her head and glared in his direction. Well, almost anything.

“Yes, I’m finished. Can we get this over with? I guess you didn’t think this quite through, did you? Kidnapping me and having to see to cleaning up after me. Well, if it irritates you so much, maybe you should just return me to where you got me. You don’t have to be such an ass about it.”

Sometimes, Ree could come off as an uncaring bitch about other people’s feelings. Sometimes, she admitted to herself, it was true. The other times it was something else that caused the cutting words to leave her mouth. Lack of a filter perhaps. A caffeine headache. Stress. Ree wondered if the police had contacted her parents yet. She was a princess. Daddy’s little girl. Spoiled to no end. It had always been that way. She was the only girl born to her parents and she had wrapped daddy around her little finger from birth. Wait. Was that it? Did this guy know about her that much? What did that matter anyways? She was here. His prisoner. She hated the idea of him cleaning her up as much as he apparently hated the idea of doing it.

Ree let the food pouch fall to the floor.

“And you call this garbage food?”

She was such a bitch. She barked at him from the beginning and just kept going. Then she had the audacity to throw the food down. He was up and across the room before he knew it. His hand came heavy and the back of his palm collided with her face. The force rattled the chains and the potty chair scooted backward. He was angry and his breathing was heavy as he watched her face redden from the slap.

“Respect….you don’t have any. I will fix that”

Tightening the chains, he raised her onto her tiptoes. Checking the potty he saw that she had used it for both functions and walked to the cabinet and grabbed toilet paper and wet wipes and the disposable gloves. Slipping on the gloves, he cleaned her pee first, making sure none remained on her lips or her skin. Then he spread her cheeks, holding them open with one hand while the other swiped the toilet paper then the wet wipes, removing the residue of her bowel movement. Once he was done he peeled the gloves off, holding the contaminated wipes so that the gloves made a little baggie. He dropped them into a trash can he had designated for waste. He would generate it once the bag needed to be changed.
Returning in front of her, he looked up at her, the chains had her raised slightly above his eye level now.

“I made you use the bathroom this time, so I can show you that while you are here you are helpless. I could have left you covered in your own waste, let you suffer the effects of neglect. But instead I have fed you, and now I have cleaned you. You wasted food today. You won’t have the chance to do that again. You will go without till I think you are ready. If you waste food again, I will insert a tube down your throat and pour your meals down it.”

Turning toward the television, he smirked the news article was still displayed.

“Odd, how people can say such horrible things when they think they will be no repercussions. I’m sure you weren’t as bad as they say. I don’t really know. Maybe you will be better someday, maybe you will look back at this moment and say this is where I decided to change.”

Walking around her, he grazed her thigh with his hand. Before circling her and just enjoying the feeling of her under his hand. He squeezed her cheeks and cupped her sex, feeling it’s weight. He smiled under the mask when he saw her lips start to flush. He walked to the back of the room, opening a cabinet. Inside hung various crops, and canes. Some were adjustable, somewhere fixed length. He selected a smaller diameter leather one. Returning to his captive he walked in front of her.

“Do you understand what upset me this morning?”

Her eyes were still on the tv screen before her when her head snapped back violently from the slap across the face he had given her. Her breath lodged in her lungs. She could feel the heat and the sting, though sting would be insufficient of a word to describe the pain she felt at that moment, in her cheek. She had bitten down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from making a sound. Words of anger and pain roiled through her mind however.

She hadn’t expected to find herself stretched up on her tiptoes. Her skin was protesting the abuse. Ree could feel her breasts pulled upward, her skin taunt. The muscles in her belly tightened. She was about to ask him again what his problem was but his actions stopped her. Instead, Her chin stretched upward as he cleaned her. She was embarrassed beyond measure. At that moment, she didn’t know what was worse, his cleaning her private parts or the fact that a stranger was doing it. If that hadn’t been bad enough, he cleaned her backside as well, spreading another part of herself wide open to his eyes. Ree would have squirmed if she could have, but as tightly drawn up as she was, that wasn’t even possible.

“Odd, how people can say such horrible things when they think they will be no repercussions. I’m sure you weren’t as bad as they say. I don’t really know. Maybe you will be better someday, maybe you will look back at this moment and say this is where I decided to change.”

Better? He thought all this would make her better? Who the fuck was he to judge her?

With the sting in her cheek still a real thing, she remained silent. Then, he touched her intimately yet again. His touch revolted her. Before she broke her self-imposed silence, he moved away from her and somewhere behind her, she heard him open a cabinet. He came back with small crop.

“Do you understand what upset me this morning?”

Ree lifted her head and stared into his face. She knew. The question was, did she answer him docilely and truthfully? Unfortunately, Ree had never been a docile sort of person. Most of the time, truthful however. Her eyes shifted to the crop in his hand. She had a good idea what he planned to do with it if she didn’t answer the way he wanted her to. Her voice was soft, yet full of defiance.

“I know, but ask me if I care.”

Her sass was almost funny at this point. He raised the crop pulling his arm back to its full length. Letting the crop wobble for a second, the tip of the leather rod limp in the air, before being flown backward like a flag in the wind. The rod snapping forward as it came to a screeching halt a moment before contact with her face, the leather flap resting against her cheek harmlessly.

“I wouldn’t suggest choosing today to be a brat”

He tapped the crop against her cheek and smiled. Walking past her as if to put up the crop, as he stepped behind her he pulled the crop back and whipped across the back of her legs. A red welt-raising where it contacted the skin. The sounds of the chains rattling were satisfying. He paced himself, controlling his heart rate to not get too excited. Returning his equipment to the container he shut the door. And walked to the stairwell. Flicking the lights off, before turning the television on. Finding an app that he could set a timer on, he streamed it to the tv. The Television was taken up with a black screen with a digital four and eight followed by a colon and two zeros.

“Maybe after some time to think about your manners and not wasting food you will be more receptive to behaving?”

He started the countdown. As he topped the stairs the numbers changed to show forty-seven and fifty-nine minutes. He shut the door and closed off the room sealing her in darkness. Walking to his main room, he hopped on his laptop opened up a game. He hadn’t played in a few weeks. A good two-day session would do him some good and help him relax. The familiar victory fanfare music played as the game loaded..

A few hours later his mind wandered to her, the time-limit was excessive, she would need to be checked thoroughly for fatigue and wounds from leaving her racked like that. But hopefully he wouldn't have to do this too many times. He ran a mental checklist about what he needed to make sure she was ok after he let her down. Luckily he could pull out the tub that was hidden in the wall and let her soak in it after. But how would he secure her?

Ree wasn’t sure what he was about but her eyes widened as the crop came flying toward her face. Automatically her eyes slammed closed as her head jerked back. Surprisingly, the violence she had expected never materialized. Her eyes flew open and she stared at his mask. When he moved out of her view, she heaved a sigh of relief, one that came too soon. Ree bit back a small scream as pain flared on the back of legs. The son-of-a-bitch whipped her legs. Her fingers gripped the chains tightly. So tightly she felt the cold metal bite into her fingers. Her legs quivered and she felt tears fill her eyes. She closed them before he had the pleasure of seeing her response. She heard his footsteps retreat to the stairs just before she was ensconced in darkness again, except for the tv. Once he was gone, she opened her eyes. The back of her legs stung. The tears in her eyes fell, with no witnesses. There was nothing to keep her company but the tv set with some numbers. Forty-Eight. Did he plan to starve her for 48 hours? More than likely. Tired of holding her head up, she let it droop, easing the strain on her neck. Ree was beginning to think that giving in to him would be so much easier on her than her defiance. There was something inside her that refused to give way but she was close. Oh, so close, to giving in.

With nothing more to occupy her thoughts than the damn tv that was counting down, her mind returned to thinking who could possibly be behind the mask and would she ever know? What did he want with her? To punish her for some past insult she wasn’t even aware of? He had plunged his fingers inside of her, ran his hands all over her body and as much as it disgusted her to even think about it, he had cum on her. Was this nightmare ever going to end? Tear fell unheeded from her eyes. Her arms started to ache from being stretched so tightly. The pressure on her wrists tugged on her tender skin. The back of her legs whined at the treatment he had served them. If she was willing to admit it, even if only to herself, the heat on the back of her legs tickled at something deep inside her. She shocked herself with that thought and she certainly didn’t understand it. She had never experienced anything like it. Even as the pain tugged at her, her consciousness eased into someplace else. It was as if every particle of her being dissolved. She was no longer in someone’s basement or wherever she was, she was…someplace…. dark…. welcoming even.

The repetitive beep coming from his laptop woke him up, it had seeped into his dreams. He was running from something, but the beeping had followed him no matter where he ran or chose to hide. It felt like those war movies where the hero is being chased in an aircraft and the enemy are firing missiles and they have a lock on their target. He woke up slightly annoyed by it, on his screen his game had timed out and somehow a word document was up with a string of lower-case r’s stretching down page after page. He rolled his eyes when he closed and had to chose not to save, the convince of it asking was sometimes outweighed by the annoyance of the extra click. But he guessed some people weren’t smart enough to save their work as they went. Speaking of his work…he looked down at his phone it read twenty-four hours and ten minutes, the battery notification was flashing, another thing needing his attention. After plugging the phone in he slipped his mask back on and marched down the steps into the gloom of the hidden room. Flicking the light as he walked by, the strips of light buzzing after being off for so long. Grabbing his crop out of the cabinet he walked toward Reanna. Even from a distance, he could see the bruises from his last strike. A dark purple line across her skin. He couldn’t resist running the keeper along the line. Giving her a playful tap on her ass as he walked past her and grabbed the stool from the first night and sat it in front of her. He flexed the crop in his hand before reaching it out, placing it between her legs and rubbing the keeper against her sex.

“So, it’s been twenty-four hours by this point…..”

Looking over his shoulder as to confirm it.

“…Well, twenty-four hours and four minutes. You have an option, you can tell me what upset me the other day and I can get you down from there and put you in the tub and let you soak for a bit as a reward……”

He slapped her pussy with the crop, making a soft fleshy sound as it hit. He smiled under the leather as she tensed the chains rattling a bit as her hands twisted in their bindings.

“….or. You can not and I will leave you for the rest of the time and leave your legs bruised give you a reminder that you should be respectful of what people give you and watch your language when you're talking to me.”

He made enough damn noise as he came back downstairs. She wondered if he did it deliberately. As he flicked on the lights, she blinked at the harsh glare they gave off. It took her a moment to adjust. She was still trying to wake up when she felt the crop along the back side of her legs. The latter twitched from the touch and she gave a small whimper. She didn’t want to give him anything, let alone even an indication that he had hurt her. To her credit, she didn’t even flex when he playfully tapped her ass with his crop. The bastard was enjoying this. He used the instrument on her sex, causing her body to tighten against the violation.

“…Well, twenty-four hours and four minutes. You have an option, you can tell me what upset me the other day and I can get you down from there and put you in the tub and let you soak for a bit as a reward……”

Tub? Soak? Oh, dear God, just the idea but he wanted to talk. When he slapped her private parts, it was all she could do not to flinch. Her hands had tightened on the chains. Again she thought, Bastard She hated the idea of being railroaded. She hated him more. Her stubborn streak warred with her desire to soak in a tub. She had to decide soon before he withdrew the offer. She swallowed and with it, her pride. Her head tilted slightly to one side as she regarded him.

“What upset you? I can’t possibly know your mind, now can I? I don’t know you. I can only guess and I guess I upset you. Was it because I take for granted what good food is? Or was it something more than that? Maybe my lack of appreciation for anything you have given me, including those horrid pouches of food, simply because it was food. Maybe it was my attitude. You’ll have forgive me if I am less than appreciative of your efforts. I find myself having been kidnapped for no reason that I can think of, stripped of my clothing, attended to in the most intimate of ways against my will and fed, yes, admittedly at least fed, from some sort of horrible packets. I don’t even know how you can eat them.”

She shuddered, causing the chains that were holding her upright to shake yet again. She had said a mouthful. The most she had spoken to him since he had taken her to begin with and if he couldn’t see things from her view, then she, well, she would endure. If he thought to break her, well, there was more than one way to skin a cat, but she would be damned if she was going to help him to do it to her.

She was feisty. That much was sure, she held to a bit of her pride even as she a took another step toward submission. He smiled under the mask.

“Oh, they aren’t bad. But the wine and the food I keep elsewhere help wash the taste down. Behave and the food will improve.”

He ran the crop up and down her thigh, Giving a short smack to the inside of her right thigh. The red mark beautiful against her skin. Leaving the crop laying across his seat, in clear view of her while he moved about the room.

“I’ll forgive you in time, but only if you truly learn your lesson. You will eventually gain your freedoms, but it can take as little or as long as you want. Think of these coming months as a chance to grow. Every lesson I will teach you reflects one of your sins.”

Leaving her hanging in her chains, he walked to the side wall. It was paneled in a dark cherry. He pushed in on a section and the wall. A soft clicked followed by the tub pulling out on its tracks. Reaching behind it, he pulled the flexible drain hose and connected it. Standing up he pushed on another panel revealing the detachable shower head and spigot to fill the tub. Turning on the water, he adjusted the temperature till it was warm, but not scalding. Feeling around the tub, he found the rail that let it slide in and out, he tested it. The metal was strong but when he pulled on it the tub shifted more than he wanted. If he secured a chain to it, the rail could get damaged. Not seeing a good way to secure her, he thought for a minute before sighing and returning to her.

“I’m going to give you an hour to soak. Enjoy it.”

He walked back to the cabinet and opening the largest drawer on the bottom, he pulled out a long chain. It was easily fifteen feet, but it felt light in his hand. He examined the length, ensuring she could reach the tub and sit comfortably. The chain was silver and ended in a round ring on both ends. Also grabbing two padlocks and a simple chain choker from the drawer he returned to her. Putting the choker on from behind her, his arms reaching around her neck. He drew the chain through it and connected it to the length of chain with one of the padlocks. The lock engaging with a solid click. Securing the other end to the anchor hanging from the ceiling closest to the tub.

“Behave, I’m going to undo your arms and legs.”

He released some of the tension on her chains, letting her down so he could easily unhook her bindings. He made sure to hold her till he was sure her legs could hold her. He knew from research that long periods without using them could surprise you with how weak they got. Once she was able to stand on her own he allowed her to move away from him. Glancing at the television. The time reading just twenty-two hours and fifty-eight minutes. He set a reminder on his phone and walked away. Heading up the stairs. Stopping halfway up, he stopped and spoke.

“Take your time, I’ll be back in exactly one hour. Don’t try anything or the last twenty-four hours will be but a pleasant dream”

Once he was in the kitchen and the door was secured once more he pulled the mask off. Taking a deep breath and leaning against the fridge. Turning looking at the small whiteboard on the fridge door, he took his hand and cleared the surface. Undoing the marker cap he wrote seven words one under the other. Leaving a little note beside the first word.

• Pride – Progress
• Envy
• Greed
• Wrath
• Lust
• Gluttony
• Sloth

The wine and--- oh, the man! Her temper flared but she tamped it down again. Ree did wonder just how her food could improve. The crop he held distracted her. Some part of her mind knew it was coming. Still, she was unprepared for the sharp sting as he flicked the crop on her inner thigh. She could feel the heat infuse her skin and knew the smack would leave a mark.

“I’ll forgive you in time, but only if you truly learn your lesson. You will eventually gain your freedoms, but it can take as little or as long as you want. Think of these coming months as a chance to grow. Every lesson I will teach you reflects one of your sins.”

She didn’t even realize that the man had left her. Her mind was turned inward toward something had said.

Coming months?

How long did he plan to hold her hostage? Ree was dying to ask him that very question but from experience, she knew he only answered what he wanted to answer and getting an answer was a crap shoot with him. Her mind refocused into the here and now. She watched as he pressed on a panel and as said before, a tub emerged. Had she really given him an answer to something he had wanted to hear or no, he wasn’t so weak minded as to simply give her something for nothing. Ree heard water gushing from a spigot. A bath! She was really going to get a bath and an hour. Oh, blessed be. An hour to soak her weary body and mind.


The price to pay for this bath however, was the simply silver choker he placed around her neck. She stretched her neck as she heard a soft click as a lock secured the choker and another equally sounding click as a lock secured the chain.

“Behave, I’m going to undo your arms and legs.”

Ree wasn’t ready for the weakness she felt in her limbs. She was grateful that he had the forethought to hold her until she could stand on her own.

“Thank you.” It was spoken so softly, she wasn’t sure he heard her. She hoped he hadn’t. It was just something that popped out of her mouth. Still, his thoughtfulness remained with her.

“Take your time, I’ll be back in exactly one hour. Don’t try anything or the last twenty-four hours will be but a pleasant dream”

His threat, she knew, was not an idle one. Yet, she dismissed it. The only thing she saw was the tub of water before her and strangely, she waited for him to leave before she gingerly climbed into it, slowly lowering her body into the water then sighed with heartfelt gratitude. THIS was heavenly even if the water stung the back of her thighs and the inside of one. She laid back against the tub, reclining in the water so it submerged her body. She closed her eyes and heard her stomach growl from lack of food. Her hands floated over it, pressing lightly, as if that would sate the growling from within. It didn’t.

In order to distract herself, her fingers moved up to the collar around her neck, touching it lightly. She turned her head slightly, from one way to the other. It didn’t harm her in any way. It just felt….. weird. Ree glanced to the darkened stairs. One hour, he said. It was enough. For now. She had privacy, something she hadn’t expected from him. She thought he----

His words came back to her.

Think of these coming months as a chance to grow.

How long did he plan to keep her? Months?! That possibility hadn’t occurred to her. Then again, she hadn’t given it a whole lot of thought. She had merely thought he would keep her for a little bit of time, until his interest waned. His mention of months stared boldly at her. She sunk down into the warm water. She felt lost. Alone. Alienated from everything she held dear. Silent tears ran from closed eyes as she contemplated a dark future. Months of this. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve such treatment?

An hour, that wasn’t that much time, but perhaps it was longer to one that is captive. Freedom has a way of skewing the view on the world. You can grow to take for granted how luxurious many things in life can be. He decided to take this time to do some research. He opened his laptop once again and making sure his privacy settings were set. Too many people recording those little packets of data unique to his computer these days. Now, through a paid VPN, a manually adjusted IP address and a few other securities he was pretty sure he was safe to look up whatever he wanted when he wasn’t on his personal set up. He searched for local news, scrolling through the regurgitated national news, idiots in the white house and congress arguing over what the common person wanted when neither had a thing in common with most of the citizenry. A few fluff pieces to keep the people happy, secure in their world views. He searched the articles for any mention of Reanna or missing persons. He finally found one, a few pages in. A quick excerpt of an article. Her car had been found, in Michigan? Apparently, someone had moved it after it was abandoned. The Police had moved away from a local search and onto a nationwide manhunt. The car thief’s DNA had been found, but nobody had been located. They assumed she was dead. The article ran through some grim scenarios about the massive amount of back roads and woodlands between where she was last seen and where she disappeared. Jamie couldn’t believe his luck, this would throw them off for good surely. The assumed whoever took the car had killed her, it would be a big jump to start checking old classmates. Especially ones that had little to no social life. He leaned back in his chair, smiling. He would sit on the information for a while, she was making progress in his plan and this might shut her down. The alarm on his phone went off, silencing it he walked to his bathroom. Chester the cat was curled up in the hamper. He petted him and grabbed a towel. Bringing it with him as he returned to the anonymity of his mask. He walked down the steps softly and looked across the room. She was still in the tub. A good soak was enjoyable. She jumped a bit as he reached into the water, his arm between her legs, and pulled the plug on the tub, the water funneling down as the level of the water sank revealing her body as it fell.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

Shaking off the water from his fingertips, he held the towel out to her. Letting his body relax against the edge of the tub.

“It will be chilly down here tonight. I suggest you dry off well. Also, your welcome for earlier, I truly do not want to hurt you. I want you to see a better self and in turn, you can return that to the world. I have a question for you however."

He paused, wanting to think about what he was saying. He was ready for her to be smart and angry, he expected it at this point. This was going to be a slow process.

“We..you, them, I. We all lose sight that how we go about life affects others. Some of us, we learn to adapt along the way. I learned to be better and simply avoid hurting others at most times. Others, you, never learned that lesson. You only think of yourself, even when offering a helping hand to someone. It's not an uncommon fault, but one that you are better than. I want you to see that… So can you tell the meaning of Pride?”

“It will be chilly down here tonight. I suggest you dry off well. Also, your welcome for earlier, I truly do not want to hurt you. I want you to see a better self and in turn, you can return that to the world. I have a question for you however."

Did that mean he had heard her softly thank him for his thoughtfulness earlier? Without asking him for his clarification she had no way of being absolutely sure. A better self? Who did he think he was to judge her? Just when she thought that perhaps they were making some sort … well, she wasn’t sure what it was just yet. Acknowledgement to self: everyone can be better. No one was perfect. Besides, perfection was boring. Afterall, if one achieved perfection there was nothing further to do, was there? And who would want to live that way.

“We..you, them, I. We all lose sight that how we go about life affects others. Some of us, we learn to adapt along the way. I learned to be better and simply avoid hurting others at most times. Others, you, never learned that lesson. You only think of yourself, even when offering a helping hand to someone. It's not an uncommon fault, but one that you are better than. I want you to see that… So can you tell the meaning of Pride?”

She was lost in his words. Thinking. Reflecting. She almost missed his question. Her head tilted slightly as she thought before she spoke rashly. All the while, she used the towel on her hair, drying it as best she could. It still hung damply over her shoulders as she started to dry her person.

“It’s a feeling that….” she stumbled around trying to explain the word as she knew it, “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what that has to do with anything. Who made you my keeper? My judge and jury?”

She almost threw the towel on the floor but caught herself. The last time she had thrown something down, it had cost her food. Instead, she politely folded the towel and held it out to him. Pride was something she had in herself and no one could take that away from her. It was something she could surrender, but she chose not to. It was the last thing that stood between her and vulnerability.

“No one did, I’m not your judge or your jury. If I must play along with your analogy I am the court. I am the instrument of change."

He though for a moment, taking the towel he was handed. It was folded nicely. He considered the implication. But she when she spoke her words and tone still held onto that petulant tone. She still thought she was better than him. Oddly enough, his anger didn’t come. Now, it amused him. She thought she could stand against him. That was fine, they had time. He considered his options, he settled on a different approach than his want to correct her for not answering his question.

“Pride. Pride is the inability to see your own faults. Pride blinds us to ourselves. We can take pride in our accomplishments, we can take pride in yourself. The trouble happens when pride in ourselves takes our ability to take a fault and correct the behavior.”

He looked down at the towel in his hand. It was a simple thing. But it was a good first step. He offered his hand to her, to help her out of the tub. She refused, but he knew she would. She stepped out of the tub and he pushed it back into the wall. Closing the panels for it and the spigot. He walked over the table at the far side of the room. Placing the towel there, later he would take it to the laundry and clean it.

“I’m sure your confused, this isn’t the type of thing that happens to the popular people of the world. This happens in other countries, to people who risk so much of their lives. Not in small towns and not to the queen of the social club. But you know Stephen, the boy you talked too at the Reunion. He was like you once, he thought he was better than everyone else. But when he tore his ACL…he learned that he had room to grow. He let his pride go and he was better for it after.”

He walked back to her, taking the chain in his hand, walking back to the square that was her home for the past few days. He gave her a little tug when she refused to move.

"Don't fight me, your getting your pillow back today, and you've earned a blanket for the night. Lay down and spread your arms and legs out."

Ree watched the tub disappear with regret in her eyes. One hour had flown by much too quickly. There was no telling when next he would let her bathe. She still felt like he was judging her. He felt she needed to change. Perhaps someone wouldn’t see it that way. She had her flaws, like everyone else but who was he to decide what she needed to change? Again, she had the feeling that she must know this person.

He led her back to that patch of concrete where her chains rested on the cold floor. How many more times would she keep returning to this spot? Something inside of her rebelled. She lightly touched the collar around her neck. Her fingers clinging to the lengthened chain attached to it. Anything had to be better than that floor.

"Don't fight me, your getting your pillow back today, and you've earned a blanket for the night. Lay down and spread your arms and legs out."

Her pillow and a blanket for a change. What had she done to deserve that? She certainly hadn’t answered his question.

“No, please. Can’t I simply stay like this? I won’t try to do anything stupid.”

Her eyes pleaded with him.