Laced

Laced- Chapter 2 (First Intimacy)

Disclaimer: This was written over 10 years ago, and the author no longer agrees with many of the concepts found in this story. Some of the content will be cringey and/or problematic. Please remember this is entirely fictional and does not represent the author's beliefs.

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I needed to get out of here. I was scared shitless, my heart racing a million miles a minute, and my head throbbing with a dull headache.

I was shaking, trembling, and tears were streaming down my cheeks - there was no way I could control them. The fact that I'd finally been caught had finally dawned on me, and there were no words to describe the amount of regret I felt about making the decision to run off from shit place I stayed in order to find something better.

I escaped home so I could be free - free of constant fear of getting captured. Free of the poor living conditions, and free of the sick feeling I got in my stomach because of the worry. I did not to leave to this.

I had no clue what to do, so I curled up in one of the far corners of the large room and hugged my knees, burying my head into them. I bit down on my lip, hard, trying to stifle the strangled crying sound that was threatening to come out, trembling with fear.

What did I do to deserve this?

I sat there for what seemed like a half an hour, and then a soft knock came on the door. I could physically feel my heart stop momentarily, filled with dread. It could be whoever the Owner was, and I wasn't mentally prepared to see who would keep me captive and use me against my will was just yet.

He entered the room, his footsteps quiet - the same tanned man with dark hair and brown eyes from earlier. There was an intimidating aura about him - something screaming power.

He walked over and crouched down next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

"Why haven't you done what's been asked of you?" He asked, his voice low and threatening.

I just shook my head, not bothering to look up at him.

"Look up and answer me." He commanded, his voice slow.

My heart beats were frantic - pounding in my chest, and I was terrified that if I didn't listen to him, it'd only make whatever was to come worse for myself. I slowly obliged, pulling my head upwards, looking into the man's coffee colored eyes. Something about them intimidated me - so I quickly averted my eyes, keeping them trained on his Adam's apple.

He quickly rose, reaching a hand down towards me. I took it, and he helped me up.

He led me to the bed, and crossed his arms. "Sit."

I sat down on the mattress, and it dipped slightly under my weight. Hesitantly, I looked up at him, but I could not meet his eyes - they were much too intimidating.

"What is your name?" He snapped.

Frightened, I answered him without hesitation. "Abby."

"Is that your real name?" He demanded.

"Abigail - but I just go by Abby." I corrected myself.

"Abigail what?"

"Dalton." Once again I did not waste a second answering him, fearing that any hesitation would make him retaliate against me.

"Abigail Dalton." He nodded to himself. "Listen, Abigail. I'm only going to say this once. I own you now. You are my slave. I am your Master - your Owner, and you shall address me that way unless I give you permission to call me by my name. And you will only call me by 'Master Zayn' or 'Sir'. I run everything here, and everyone and everything obey my command. You will need to adjust quickly and obey every order, or there will be consequences. Your stay here will be permanent - whether it be pleasant or unpleasant is completely based on your actions. It'd be best if you kept that in mind. Do I make myself clear?" His words came out fluidly, but demanding.