Captured (Closed for PhoenixPrime and I)

[caela]

Kassandra Jenkins sighed softly as she reached her desk and found the fourth envelope in as many days on her desk. Like the others it bore only her first name across the front and came with a rose that was such a dark red it was nearly black. This was starting to get creepy. She almost didn't open it but she was curious by nature and an unopened letter - even a creepy one - was just more than her curiosity could take.

Finally just before lunch she grumbled softly and tore the envelope open. Like before a sheet of black paper fell out and on it was a short letter written in silver ink.

Kassandra,

Such a lovely dress you wore yesterday, the color brought out the green in your eyes making them even more vibrant. I'll make sure to dress you such colors often once you're mine.

Soon darling girl.

Shuddering softly she wished she hadn't opened it. If this was some sort of practical joke she no longer found it funny. Opening the bottom drawer of her desk she pulled out the other three letters and stalked down to the security office in her building. Sitting behind the desk was one of the gaurds that she was familiar with by sight but not by name and as she came through the door she felt his gaze run slowly over her body.

At 5'5 and only 110lb. Kassandra knew she was nicely put together. Her sable brown, nearly black, hair hung in thick waves nearly to a trim waist and made her ice blue eyes seem almost electric in contrast. Slim hipped she had long legs for her height that led to a tightly curved ass, a taut stomach, firm ripe breasts that while smallish ( only a 34b ) were high and capped with dusky nipples that always seems to be begging for attention. Her face was innocent looking with her wide blue eyes, a straight nose, and soft, full, pink lips in a perfect cupid bow.

Today however she wasn't in the mood to have her body admired and glared at the gaurd until he got up and asked if he could help her.

"I don't know if you personally can but you'll know who can. I've been left intimidating letters on my desk the last four mornings. At first I thought it was a joke but it's no longer funny. Is there a way to have surveilance watch my desk?"

***

By the time she'd left the security office that day she'd been in an even worse mood than when she'd entered it. She'd been assured that a gaurd would make rounds past her desk and keep their eyes open but there was no way to shift the security camera's to include her desk so that they could catch whoever was leaving the notes.

Praying that it was only some sort of work intimidation she went home early where she made sure to close and lock all the doors and windows. It made her feel like a bit like a prisoner in her own home but she decided that was better than doing nothing. If there was another letter in the morning she was calling the police.

With that decision made she flipped on the tv for background noise before moving into her bedroom. She didn't notice that the curtains were still slightly opened as she began to undress to take a shower. Her clothes were unerringly tossed into the hamper in the closet and it was as she was rolling down her stockings that she suddenly felt like she was being watched. The feeling sent a shiver running down her spine and she quickly stood and wrapped a robe around her body hiding it from prying eyes.

Walking to her window she flung the curtains open and stared out into the night. She thought she saw something moving in the shadows but it could just as easily have been the neighbors dog as a human being. Deciding she was being paranoid she shut the curtains tightly and went to take her shower.

The rest of her night was restless and she didn't sleep well so when the alarm woke her the following morning she was less than happy.

If there was another letter today she was going to the cops.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

He'd made another delivery and watched unnoticed as she'd gone to Security, which he knew would do her no good at all. If he saw the camera was reaimed there were other ways to deliver the notes and roses to her.

That night, dressed in dark grey sweats and with a black roll down face and head covering he stood outside and watched as she undressed. He even remained at the window long enough to see all of her naked as he came to the window to close the drapes he wondered if she'd seen him. If she did there was no sign of it.

When her street was dark and silent, he disabled the alarm and opened the lock on her door. He left a note and rose on the steering wheel.

In the envelope was a photograph from a kinky magazine of a woman hanging naked as she's both fucked and being lashed by a multi-tailed flogger at the same time.
The hand printed note reads, "Just imagine how you'll scream as one or the other or both is done to you, my sexy little toy.
"Soon now, very soon you'll be allll mine."

 

[caela]

Fighting the urge to glare at her alarm clock the next morning, Kassandra reluctantly pulled herself out of bed and flung open her closet. It was easy enough to dress for work, jeans and a sweater were all she needed today. The jeans clung to legs like a second skin and the sweater was perfectly fitted to accentuate her shoulders and trim waist. A pair of sneakers and an elastic to pull her hair into a ponytail and she was ready to go.

Sometimes there were advantages to the telemarketing gig she was working currently.

After downing a quick bowl of cereal she snagged her keys off the counter and raced out to her car. It was still dark out and she didn't notice anything wrong until she opened the door of her car. She nearly screamed at the sight of the envelope and the rose.

The bastard had been in her car!

Without opening the letter, not even touching it, she backed away from her car and pulled her cell phone from her pocket and quickly dialed 911. A young officer showed up in next to no time and took a statement but informed that there were no anti-stalking laws on the books so until they caught the guy in the act she was pretty much on her own.

The information totally floord Kassandra and with a growl she flung herself into her car and raced to work. She was late but when she explained why to her boss the older woman was sympathetic and just let it go. She even agreed not to dock any of Kasandra's pay since her being late was out of her control.

Getting to her desk was almost a relief. With a note left in her car that wasn't one on her desk today and she was able to throw herself into her work. Her co-workers seemed worried about her, word of her trip to the security office had gotten around, but there was nothing they could do really and most just left her be. It was obvious she wasn't in a good mood and most knew to steer clear when her temper was up.

It wasn't until she was heading home that night that she realized she hadn't opened the letter. It was just sitting on her passenger seat as if taunting her with the fear it induced. Finally at a stop light she ripped it open and just stared at the picture that fell into her lap.

Her blood ran cold in her veins when she read the note...

"Just imagine how you'll scream as one or the other or both is done to you, my sexy little toy.
"Soon now, very soon you'll be allll mine."

Feeling tears welling up in her eyes she gunned her engine and raced home where she locked all the doors and windows and made sure she pulled all the blinds and curtains tightly closed. That night she curled up in one of the living room chairs with a bat clutched tightly in her hands and tears streaming down her cheeks until she fell into fitful sleep.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

He'd found her cell phone frequency and now had his scanner set to it so he could listen in on her calls, even the 911 call before she left for work.

At 10AM he parked a rental van out in front of her house with magnetic signs on it reading "Appliance Repair, Inc. Call 555-0945". Taking a tool box from the back he strolled down the driveway and around back in his grey work pants and shirt. Once in the back yard it was the work of minutes to pick the back door of her house and let himself inside.

Once inside he prowls the house and installs and sets up closed circuit cameras in the AC vents of the rooms in her house that will broadcast to a hidden nearby repeater so he can capture the "movies" of her and record them onto his computer.

He goes through her lingerie drawer and takes out a thong and sheer bra set. From another he removes a sheer babydoll set.

Returning to the back door he uses a key blanks to impress the tumblers from her door locks, walks out and locks the door. A slow stroll and he's in the van and gone without incident or seeing a neighbor.

That night he's back outside of the house looking through the bedroom drapes he'd left just a bit apart watching as she undresses again for him. In his hand he holds a pre-paid cell phone in a false name.

 

[caela]

She woke sometime in the middle of the night and realized she was curled in a chair still clutching a baseball bat. With a sigh she pushed up from the chair and made her way back to her room to crawl between the sheets of her bed. Almost instantly she was asleep once more but this time she slept the sleep of the exhausted, deep and dreamless.

The next morning her alarm didn't go off and for a moment she was disoriented and just as she reached for the phone to call work she realized it was saturday and there was no need. Gently she breathed a sigh of relief and went back to sleep. When she finally woke it was late morning and she stretched contentedly for a moment.

Saturday, no work, and hopefully no notes today either.

Bounding out of bed she quickly threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Throwing open the blinds and curtains in the house she let the light from a beautiful day flood into her home before grabbing her keys and heading out the door. She barely glanced at her car however as she took off down the sidewalk. Her plans were to hit the local bookstore and then spend a quiet day in the park reading.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

He watched intently as she unknowingly bared herself to him as he stood still and quiet outside her bedroom.

When she turned off the lights he drove home and watched her all over again as she undressed for him on the camera in her bedroom, then as she walked around in just a pair of panties until she finally went to bed.

He was in position to follow her the next day and even strolled into "Wilson's Book Shop". He bumped into her and excused himself as he browsed the aisle she was it and drank in her scent as he passed her.

He made a purchase and was out side waiting when she came out with a bag with several used books in it and followed her to a large park at the edge of town.

"Oh my, this couldn't be better," he says to him as he's intimately familar with the park. "Today's the day. Today you come home with me and become mine Kassandra my hot little cunt."

He wanders through the park quite a bit behind her as she searches out a place to make herself comfortable and read.

 

[caela]

Kassandra felt better than she had in days as she wandered around the bookstore. She didn't even mind when the handsome stranger bumped into her. When he politley excused himself she gave him a warm smile and told him it was no problem. Hell in a place as crowded as Wilson's often was it was normal to get bumped into eventually. Buying several used books she hummed softly as she wandered down to the park.

It was a beautiful day and she meandered through the park until she found the perfect spot. It was quiet and semisecluded but close enough to everything that she could hear the squeals of laughter from the nearby playground where children played.

Stretching out on her stomach she chose a book from her bag and was quickly lost in the story. She was the sort that could get lost in a book and soon she didn't even hear the children playing as the images she read unfolded in her mind. At some point she drowsed gently but the large tree shading her ensured she didn't get sunburned.

It was the presence of someone nearby and the feeling of being watched that woke her at last and suddenly the joy in the day was gone, replaced by intense nervousness.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

He grinned as once he saw where she'd chosen to read. It was perfect for his purposes. It was not only off the generally walked paths and secluded by bushes and trees, but it was less than fifty yards to a parking lot adjacent to one streets that border the park.

Getting out of his car he opened the hatchback and placed his 'capture kit's components' into his pockets then opened a large mummy style sleeping bag. The hatchback is eased down, but not latched and he vanished into the shrubs around the park.

Within five minutes he'd eased himself behind Kassandra and noted that she'd begun to doze off. He quietly took the cloth soaked in cloroform from its ziplocked bag and moved up behind her as she dozed on the bench.

She'd just begun to wake up when he struck.

One hand reached around and gripped her jaw pulling her head back against his belly as the other hand clamped the cloth over her nose and mouth.

Her reactions were natural. Her hands flew up to his to try to pull them off and as the same time she sucked in a huge breath filling her lungs so she can scream for help.

His gloves protected his hands from her nails and the lung full of fumes are already making her groggy and robbing her of her sudden terror. It took less than two minutes and Kassandra is unconscious once again, this time in a sleep that will last for quite awhile.

Moving to sit beside her and resting her head on his shoulder he replaced the cloth and resealed the bag to contain the fumes. From a back pocket he removed a nylon wire tie and fastened her wrists and then her elbows behind her back.

Looking around and seeing no one in the vicinity he stood and hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her into the bushes leaving her "bodice ripper" romance book behind on the bench. The lurid and suggestive picture of a muscular man carrying a woman away in his arms oddly prophetic.

She was carried through the brush and trees to the edge of the parking lot. He stood in the bushes watching as a mother and two children got into a car and drive away.

When the parking lot's empty and there are on cars on the street, nor any pedestrians, she was carried to the back of his car. The hatchback's opened and she's laid in the open mummy bag.

In seconds her ankles and knees are also wire tied, he's placed a ball gag into her mouth and buckled it under her air at the nape of her neck just in case she did wake up earlier than expected. The mummy bag was zipped closed, the inside tab had been removed, and the hard hugging draw string is pulled tightly closed so she can't even push her head into that part of the bag.

The hatch is shut. Behind the wheel he quietly gloated as he imagined all that will take place once she woke up again.

Twenty minutes later he'd backed into his garage at the end of the dead end street and the door is closing as he opened the hatch. With her over his shoulder he entered the house then locked the inside deadbolt and removed its key.

He carried her to the basement, took her out of the mummy bag, laid her on the steel platform bolted to the floor of the barred cell and removed her restraints and the ball gag.

Locking the cell door behind him he checked the camera to make sure it was pointed at the cell and went upstairs locking the metal fire door behind him. Going to his room he turned on the twenty-one inch LCD monitor and the microphones, both being recorded onto DVD as he put on his headphones and sst back to wait, with the patience of a predator.

 

[caela]

Still groggy her nervousness isn't enough to wake her quickly enough to escape as the unknown man swoops down on her. In desperation she claws at his hands and tried to draw in enough breath to scream for help only to feel her body going limp and unconciousness claiming her.

How long she remained asleep she didn't know but when she woke and found herself in a cell of some sort she let out an ear piercing scream of fear and anger. Throwing herself off the platform she stalks around the cell trying to figure a way out of it. In the back of her mind she knows it's hopeless but she had to do something to keep her fear from utterly consuming her.

At last she simply screams, "LET ME OUT OF HERE DAMNIT!!!!!" and lashes out, her fist slamming into the concrete wall so hard that she hears a sickening crunch and slumps over in pain. She can feel blackness edging around her and nearly passes out again as she realizes she broken one of the bones in her hand.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

He watched and he listened. He even winced when he heard the *Crunch* as she broke a bone in her hand by hitting the concrete wall and watched as she grabbed her wrist and cradled the hand to her breast.

Keying the microphone on his headset, "Now Kassandra, wasn't that foolish. Now we'll have to hope that I can set that bone or part of your hand will be crippled."

"You may yell and scream all that you like. No one will hear you, well except for me that is and it's music to my ears. I do enjoy the screams of a lovely woman weather in pain or passion, so scream away for if you want to."

"I'll do my best to fix your hand, and I do have some first aid training that will help.
"However, before I do that for you, and before I give you pain medication as well as food and water you have to do something for me.
"I want you to undress. I want you to take off everything you're wearing except for your socks. You may keep them to keep your feet warm on the cold floor until I give you shower shoes to wear, then I'll want them too."

He stopped as she gathered herself and then began hollering out her defiance and waited until she'd stopped once more before continuing.

"My, my what a temper you have Kassandra. Well that's something I'll teach you that you'll have to get rid of unless you wished ever more painful punishments that is.
"In the meantime, as I was saying, before I'll work on your hand or give you pain medicine for it and food and water you'll undress for me and, to contine, you'll toss all of your clothing out of the cell beyond your reach.
"To help you make the correct decision, I'll turn up the heat down there so you'll be nice and warm when you finally obey me, and you will you know."

Again he paused as she ranted and yelled and when she'd stopped again he continued.

"You may have begun to feel the heat increasing Kassandra. It will go up to ninety degrees and stay there until you've obeyed me.
"I'd lay quietly to help stave off dehydration if I were you. I'd also do my best to protect the hand and elevate it to reduce swelling until I can treat it for you. YOu may wish to tear strips off your shirt to gently bind it and perhaps to tie it to the bars up above you as you sleep so you don't roll over on it. Just suggestions that's up to you.
"That's all I have to say for now Kassandra. Enjoy your sauna and when you've stripped yourself naked, tossed out the clothes as instructed your reward will be help for your hand, pain meds and food and water.
"Until then I'll leave the light on behind the grill out of your reach in the cell's ceiling and also the camera I'm using to watch you."

And there's an audible *click* as the microphone is turned off and the heat increases. Increases to what she doesn't realize will actually be 98 degrees to speed her obedience as her clothes begin to become soaked as she sweats, as she becomes thirstier and her hand swells and throbs.

 

[caela]

How long she screamed and ranted after she heard the microphone click off she didn't know. A good while though. At least until it grew to hot. As the heat rose the cell became oppressive and it seemed her hand ached and throbbed with a greater intensity. It was the thought of her hand being crippled if she didn't get help for it that finally decided her. If not for it she might very well have lain there indefinatly.

Very, very carefully she at last stood up and awkwardly began to remove her clothes. It was a process that took much longer than normal because of her hand and the care she took not to jostle it more than was necessary. Rather that try and throw a bundle of clothing one handed she flung each item out of the cell as she removed it; all the while growling and cursing under her breath.

"Alright asshole you have my clothes now get down here and help me with my hand!" she growled knowing he could hear her.

Instead of laying back out on the metal platform though she sank down and curled against the concrete wall. The cooler stone offered some small relief from the heat - though not much - and didn't make her feel like she was being baked alive. Cradling her hand to her body she pulled her knees up to keep as much of herself hidden as possible and simply waited now to see who her captor was.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

He’d known that the injury would shorten the time she’d choose to let herself cook in the sauna like basement so as he watched her and listened to her he began to prepare himself for her first sight of him.
He stripped naked and then donned a pair or crotch less skin tight leather shorts that left his cock and balls hanging and swinging freely. Next he put on and fastened a series of leather straps that went from his shoulders across his chest and back to end at his waist highlighting his muscular physique and the hair across his chest that led in a line down into the leather shorts. On his feet he wore a pair of strapped sandals.
The final two items he waited to put on until is was time to join Kassandra in the basement as the wide leather belt with cuffs, flogger and more attached was uncomfortable to sit in and the full leather hood with the red outlined eye and mouth holes would be hot enough down there without putting in on earlier than necessary.
His grin grew and grew when she finally capitulated and one piece at a time her clothes were tossed out of her reach.
*click*
“Very good Kassandra, a very wise choice on your part and I must say you look even better where you are than you do naked in your bedroom or house.
“I’ll be right down. When you hear the door opening I want you to push your hands through the bars and keep them there. If you don’t I’ll just turn around and leave again.”
*click*
The first aid kit and pain medicine is taken from the bathroom. In the kitchen he gets two quart bottles of water from the refrigerator and he takes a bag of frozen kernel corn from the freezer.
Going to the basement door he unlocks it, passes through and shuts and locks it again hiding the key for the deadbolt where she’d never find it should she somehow over power him and get out of the cell.
“Hands through the bars Kassandra,” he calls out to remind her.

 

[caela]

“I’ll be right down. When you hear the door opening I want you to push your hands through the bars and keep them there. If you don’t I’ll just turn around and leave again.”

Kassandra growled softly at the order but knew she didn't have much choice if she wanted her hand taken care of. There would have been no point in stripping if she didn't do as she was told to get her hand fixed. She knew there wasn't really much that could be done for a broken bone, set it, wrap it to keep it immobile and her body would have to do the rest. She just hoped he realized that bones didn't knit quickly.

When she heard the door opening she pushed up from where she sat curled in the corner and leaned against the bars of the cell. Slowly and carefully she pushed her hands out through them even as he reminded her to do so. She had to fight back a whimper of pain as her hand throbbed and ached and she closed her eyes tightly trying to supress the feeling and just keep breathing and on her feet.

She could hear him coming closer but she didn't see him with her eyes screwed shut and her intense concentration on simply remaining concious. When she lost her temper she certainly lost it! She couldn't remember the last time she'd hit something that hard. Normally her aggression was taken out on a punching bag that hung in her garage...not concrete walls.

Thinking of something as normal as her garage made her feel small and alone and even more trapped than she already was and she suddenly had to blink back tears as well as trying to dampen the pain raging through her hand.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

His leather encased and masked head turned her way when he reached the bottom of the stair and he smiled as he saw she'd obeyed him. As he crossed the basement to the cell, "Now why not kneel and slip them through again so you don't have to stand and will be better able to rest your forearms against the cross bar to steady the injured one when I begin to work on it Kassandra."

Reaching the cell everything he was carrying on the floor beyond her reach even if she tried one of her legs as he asked, "Do you have any allergies to any medication Kassandra?"

 

[caela]

"Now why not kneel and slip them through again so you don't have to stand and will be better able to rest your forearms against the cross bar to steady the injured one when I begin to work on it Kassandra."

If the order hadn't sounded so damned logical she might have argued it just for the sake of being argumentative. She hurt too much though and not standing would be a good thing, her head was getting dizzy from the pain. Taking great care to keep her hand as still as possible she pulled her arms back and sank to her knees on the floor. Resting her arms on the cross bar her head resting against the bars of her cell and she still hadn't opened her eyes.

She desperatly wanted to open them and find out it had all been a bad dream but she knew that wouldn't be the case so she kept them closed.

"Do you have any allergies to any medication Kassandra?"

"No, nothing that I'm aware of," she said quietly, her voice tight and laced with the effort it was taking her to remain concious and in control of the pain throbbing through her hand.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

“That’s good. Now open your good hand so I can give you one of these. They’re pain pills that were given to me when I broke two ribs during a full contact karate match and worked great for me.”
When her hand rolled over and opened it let one roll out onto her palm and then opened the icy water bottle he’d set between his feet as he squatted in front of her.
Holding the bottle between the bars, he let her drink several swallows before taking it away and putting it down on the floor again.
“Now let’s see your hand.”
His touch was light and tender as he probed her hand and knuckles. He apologized when she yelped or twitched when it hurt but continued until he was finished.
“As nearly as I can tell Kassandra it’s not really broken. I think you just fractured the metacarpal for your little finger between the knuckle and your wrist so all you should need it to have it wrapped and to be careful using it.
“First,” he says reaching back for the package of frozen corn kernels, “turn your hand edge up so I can drape this over the area to numb it and reduce the swelling. When it cools I’ll wrap it for you and will fix it so you don’t bang it accidently.”

 

[caela]

“That’s good. Now open your good hand so I can give you one of these. They’re pain pills that were given to me when I broke two ribs during a full contact karate match and worked great for me.”

Opening her palm she took the pills and for the first time looked at the man holding her captive. He was much larger and more muscular than she was. Her mind worked quickly to determine that with his added height and musculature his pills would likely knock her out if she took two of them. Especially since she made it a habit not to take painkillers, not even over the counter ones, unless she absolutly had too.

She only popped one into her mouth and gratefully gulped at the water he gave her. Her palm was still opened so he could see the other pill sitting there. She was already in pain and trapped in a cell, she wasn't going to be stupid and risk his getting angry and not fixing her hand, or worse having him break it further just for spite. No for now at least she'd be meak and behave.

"Thank you," she managed to mutter though the words galled her. She'd never have broken her hand if the man hadn't kidnapped her!

“First,” he says reaching back for the package of frozen corn kernels, “turn your hand edge up so I can drape this over the area to numb it and reduce the swelling. When it cools I’ll wrap it for you and will fix it so you don’t bang it accidently.”

Kassandra nodded and turned her head the way he wanted. The cold of the forzen corn bag felt like heaven and drew a small sigh of relief from her as it eased the throbbing in her hand. It was obvious that he had some idea of what he was doing when he wrapped it tightly enough to immobilize it but not so tightly that it would cut off her circulation. How he intended to rig it so she would bump it into things she didn't know but she supposed she'd find out soon enough.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

“Now come forward until you’re back is pressed to the bars Kassandra and remain that way until I allow you to move again. Oh, and keep your hand elevated above your heart as you do to help the swelling stay down and reduce the throbbing too.
“Of course you can refuse, but I think we both know that I can make you do anything I want you to do so why be foolish.”
He smiled to himself as he watched her almost forcing herself to obey him, but she was finally pressed back against the cell bars, the steel very nicely indenting the firm, curved cheeks of her ass.
In no time he had an inch and a half leather collar off his belt. He’d reached through and put it around her neck and under her ponytail. As she jerked forward a small padlock clicked shut locking it in place.
“Now turn back around and pass your arms back through the bars for me Kassandra,” he instructed as she had already begun to turn her anger making her face, and down to her heaving tits flush as he chuckled at her reaction to being collared like a little bitch.

 

[caela]

In no time he had an inch and a half leather collar off his belt. He’d reached through and put it around her neck and under her ponytail. As she jerked forward a small padlock clicked shut locking it in place.

What the fuck?! The bastard had locked a damned collar around her throat like she was some sort of fucking pet! She could stop the surge of rage that flooded her once more and if she hadn't been at such an odd angle she very likely would have punched the wall again. Her face, neck and chest flush nearly crimson and her eyes flashed icey blue daggers of hatred at him.

“Now turn back around and pass your arms back through the bars for me Kassandra,”

Growling softly she yanked her arms back through the bars and pulled away from them as well. her hand was wrapped and that was all she'd wanted. She managed not to drop the ice pack and still kept the hand elevated as she prowled the small cell like a caged jaguar.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

He sighed out his disappointment, but didn’t say a word. Instead he silently moved and picked up everything he’d brought with him and walked to the stairs once more.
He paused at the foot of the stairs and turned to look back at her then said, “As you wish Kassandra.
“You’ll remain here, alone and without food, water, or toilet facilities until you’ve asked me to return and told me that you’ll do as I’ve asked, and without any temper tantrums.
“The temperature will vary, so for now, you might enjoy the heat. You can never tell when it will change to icy cold.
“Last chance, do you wish to put your arms through the bars?”

 

[caela]

“Last chance, do you wish to put your arms through the bars?”

Did she wish to? Hell no she didn't wish to but she didn't have a choice either. He controlled the temperature, the food, the water, hell he could fucking control if she got to use a toilet or the damned corner of her cell! Slowly she turned back to the bars and pushed her arms through them. A sharp hiss parted her lips when she moved to quickly and knocked her injured hand against them but the painkiller was kicking in and she it didn't hurt as badly as it could have.

Right now she didn't have the energy to fight him so fine he'd get what he wanted but that didn't mean she had to like it!

She simply didn't meet his gaze because if she didn she knew he'd see the pure hatred and loathing burning in her icey blue eyes and she figured her situation was bad enough at the moment. Of course he'd probably just laugh at her fury...after all she was the one stuck in a damned cage not him!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

“That’s half of what you had to do, remember Kassandra?
“I’m still waiting for you to ask me to return. If you don’t and if you don’t ask nicely and respectfully as you look at me...
“Well then,” and he shrugs as a foot moves to the bottom step.

 

[caela]

The man was insane! He kidnapped her, kept her locked in a fucking cell, had put a damned collar aorund her throat like she was some sort of pet as well as threatening to not feed her, not give her water, change the temperature at random on her, and keep her from a toilet and now he wanted her ask him nicely to come back?!

She wanted to know what drugs he was on.

Somehow she managed to find her voice and she lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes flashed her anger and hatred but she managed to keep her tone neutral as she asked politely, "Please come back."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The Stranger:

“That will do, this time. You’ll learn as time passes Kassandra,” he says as he walks back to her cell.
“Now I’m going to cuff your wrists Kassandra, just as I’ve collared you neck. Then I’ll do the same to one ankle at a time as you lift it and put it out of the cell for me.
“If you want to refuse, go ahead. I’ll just leave you and no second chance this time.
“When I’ve finished I’ll give you a clip you can use to secure your injured hand’s wrist cuff to one of the rings on your collar, I’d suggest the one in the front as you’re less likely to roll onto it as you sleep if it’s there.”
A locking leather cuff is removed from his belt.
“Ready? Care to change your mind and refuse Kassandra?”

 

[caela]

Ready? Care to change your mind and refuse Kassandra?”

Knowing damn well that refusing wasn't really a choice - unless she wanted to starve or dehydrate to death - she simply kept her mouth shut and her wrists offered. She knew if she opened her mouth to speak she'd say exactly what was on her mind she doubted that was a good plan just yet.

Now she knew how he intended to keep her hand out of the way anyway.

She watched as each cuff went on on and was locked around her wrists and then her ankles. With each one she wanted to scream, to lash out...to break something, but preferably not herself this time. She managed to keep a tight grip on her control but by the time he was done her entire body was quivering with cold fury and the fingers of her good hand were clenched into such a tight fist she was nearly cutting into her palms with her nails.