Capturing Bella

8

We sat in silence as I fed her, she was slow with each bite. Her hunger was easily detected with her body and expression. The way she tilted in for more, how she constantly altered herself. She was patient and didn't rush the process. She didn't become frustrated with her restraints.

"All done" I placed the plate on the table.

"For one night, can the cuffs be off. It's been a long time since I've had s good night rest. They hurt"

She wouldn't stop, it was irking me. She always has to push past my limits they're never good enough for her.

"Please i just want to be able to cuddle with my cat"

My mind became firm and I automatically wanted to leave the room, but the vision of her pleading swarmed inside of my head obsessively.

How could I say no?

She was saying and doing all the right things. She was slowly becoming the person I guided her to be.

"One night. But I have to sleep with you"

Bella's eyes lit up in a joyful manner as a smile eternally stained her lips.

I've never seen her this happy, even before I captured her. These emotions never appeared easily.

When night came, I untied her. I could feel her become calm as her muscles finally relaxed.

She stretched repetitively, massaging each inch with care.

"Follow me"

Her body swayed as it adjusted to her being to stand up after so long. The balance felt unreal to her, her ankles were weak as she slowly took steps. Following my every step.

As she exit the room, her eyes absorbed every detail of the house. She tilted over the staircase  curiously, her face went cold as she noticed the chained doors and windows.

The journey to our room was long.

*

The house held a estrange and long roof that had the structure of medival churches. You could see the structure of the black and gothic bricks inside and out, there were many Russian paintings dangling on the shiny walls.

The huge tinted windows held chains that's were twice the size of them, just as the huge two way door that was placed near the front.

As you walked each step you could hear your feet rise and land. It was quiet and I could tell there was no other activity other than us in here.

The black and dark purple decorations complimented the scenery. It was all enticing and beautiful. Ethereal almost if I could describe.

I was frightened by all of this, it seemed so unreal.

How can I escape a place so locked up?

It screamed nothing but a privileged prison, he wasn't fooling me.

As we entered the room I was met with a bed. The bed was high off the ground and huge compared to me. Compared to the both of us.

I watched as Vunjult locked the doors behind us with a key.

"Do you like?" He asked corresponding to the room.

"I do"

It wasn't a lie everything was appealing indeed. But the majority of my submission came from the strong need to escape.

And I knew, and he knew that I needed to build his trust first.

Vunjult wasn't dumb and I wasn't going to fail myself by underestimating his sick intelligence.

I knew this required deep thought, the fear he embedded within me the last couple of days showed me that.

But I knew his weak spot. I was surely but slowly figuring this whole thing out. It was like a silent game we were playing, as I constantly walked on egg shells.

I was living with a psychopath

"Come"

His voice was never welcoming, instead demanding. Treating me as if I was a animal, never considering my personal emotions and needs.

I physically walked towards the bed as my mind restrain against him. I hated him.

I hated myself for also believing at one point of time he was a good person. Success hides a lot doesn't it?

He was able to get what he wanted, do anything he wanted and no one suspected a thing due to his status. Or maybe no one cared, over the past days so many people have entered here.

And every time I screamed no one helped me. No one investigated my cries.

My body trembled as I felt his arms tightly wrap around me.

"Don't be scared princess"

He mumbled in my ear, making me want to bust out into tears.

I had to escape.