"So, your sack of bricks almost drown me and all you can offer is to be your pet?" I shook my head.
"Basically, yeah." she replied leaning back. A small smirk forming on her lips as my face twisted in disbelief.
The nerve of her-
"Listen, I'm going to leave for a minute and let everything sink in. Just remember, you're lucky to even be alive. Don't forget to show some appreciation." Her voice deepened all of a sudden. It was husky. Her voice alone caused small shivers of disgust down my body. I shut my eyes trying to imagine myself alone. She's not here. She's not here. She's not here.
I felt her lips trail kisses down my neck. A gasp escaped my unsuspecting lips. I could smell the musky scent of the cigarettes on her. This woman is gorgeous I have to admit. Unfortunately, it looks like she might have a shitty personality.
She could be the most gorgeous woman on this earth but I still wouldn't give her the time of day if I had a choice.
Her hands trailed up my shirt. They were cold against my warm skin. I could feel them getting closer to my breasts. I squirmed in place. A small seed of anger started to sprout all over my body as she touched me.
She pulled away from me leaving me almost shivering. Her body had been warm on mine. I hadn't noticed till she pulled away. Strangely, I almost wanted her to stay. I couldn't help but feel relieved at the same time.
Her bright emerald green eyes traced down my body. Knowing that she was probably undressing me with her eyes. Her ruby red lips curled into a smile.
"Be right back, precious." She chirped before spinning around on her heel. To my delight, the clanking of her boots got softer and softer as she walked away from the bed. Being confined the way I was, I really couldn't see anything more than 5 feet away from me. I heard the squeak of the door across the room as she opened it. Judging by the size of the room itself; she has a big door. The tone of how it's squeaking, it's heavy. I mentally noted.
The soft clicking of her boots stopped in the doorway. The familiar tingle of being watched kissed my skin lightly. I let out a loud sigh.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer." I shouted, letting her know I was unamused.
"Maybe I will." She retorted with a soft chuckle.
I laid there on the soft godforsaken mattress, feeling vulnerable. My body felt stiff from lying in one spot for so long. I examined the chains that confined me, what else was there to look at? Maybe a window. If it didn't hurt my neck to try and look.
They looked to be as thick as a small infant's arm. They were also quite heavy if I attempted to move. Bodybuilders would probably use these to exercise with.
Talk about overkill.
She could do whatever she wanted to me. I wouldn't be able to fight her off...
I've never felt so weak before in my life.
We're going to have to fix this dilemma.
Well, there was nothing I could do now. I laid on the bed for what felt like hours. Trying to keep my mind off of my stiff muscles, I had more than enough time to let my imagination run wild.
Pet huh...
What will she have me do?
I imagined all the things she was going to do to me. With the way she touched me earlier, I imagine she'll want to go even further.
What's so great about sex anyway? She could probably get it from anyone she wanted. Why assign that responsibility to someone? Fucking lazy bitch. couldn't she just pay someone to do this? You don't need to kidnap people for that. Then again, I guess I wasn't really kidnapped for this purpose...Not at first.
My heart was now thumping in my chest as my mind went further. I stopped talking to my brain and started picturing everything that was going to happen.
I imagined myself standing across this bed in some sexy white transparent lingerie she'll probably make me wear.
The woman sitting back sipping on her red wine. "Take your clothes off." She'd say to me in a husky voice. I could feel my face start to burn up at the sheer thought of it. Maybe, if I had experience in this field it wouldn't be so bad.
Maybe, if it wasn't for the fact she's probably a bad person...Maybe, if she didn't smoke. What if's and maybe's filled my brain. What if it was this way or what if it was that way. Absolutely nothing made this situation any better in my mind. My palms began to sweat while my heart raced wildly in my chest.
Calm down. No need to get bent out of shape about it now. It's just sex...Right?
I tried over the next few minutes to convince myself that my virginity doesn't really matter. Trying to convince myself that sex wasn't really special...To no avail.
I had spent my whole life thinking that sex was special. You're giving a part of yourself to someone. You're absorbing their personality. You're giving them pieces of your soul.
I spent my life thinking that your virginity is something you should take care of. Not to just give away. It was important to give it to someone who deserved it. Someone, you could call your husband or wife. Someone, you loved dearly and kept close to your heart.
All those years of thinking about these things...Cannot easily be tossed aside. I had morals. Kisses were only kisses. I've kissed plenty of people. Many people tried hard to get in my pants. As we kissed they'd do things like, run their fingers down my spine or run their hands up my thigh slowly. Trying to sneak their way in.
I'd catch them, I'd take their hands and move them away discreetly as I kissed them. Some begged and some got angry, Others left right after, more persisted and I had to put them in their place. Each one of them not worthy of my affection. They only wanted one thing. I wanted so much more out of them as people. I wanted a husband or wife. Forever seems like it doesn't happen anymore. That doesn't matter now.
You and I both knew we'd never get a happily ever after. On the bright side, we can have as much sex as we want.
You're disgusting.
I'm you.
This woman has me trapped under chains. Maybe, if I make an appeal to her she'd just leave me alone. She'd lower me to that of a slave. I don't mind cleaning or cooking. I'd at least feel like I was doing something.
What do 'Pets' do other than provide sex anyway? Out of all the things I've read the only thing to do is to fuck them! Not only that, but I have the possibility that she could kill me. I shook my head and glanced around the room. Nothing in this room screamed 'I'm going to kill you!!'
Then again, Jeffrey Dahmer's house didn't exactly scream that either. Look at how many people he killed. My thoughts slowly wandered away from sex and more towards survival.
If I want to survive...I might just have to do whatever she wants me to do. I mean, they tried to kill me earlier and I wasn't even the right person. Lord knows what she'd have done to me...
Other questions popped into my head. What kind of scum do you have to be to take another person's life?
Suddenly, I hear a few knocks on the door before the woman walked in.
"Oh, you knocked. How polite. Mind taking these chains off yet?" I said in a monotone voice.
I heard her boots clank on the floor as she walked over to me.
"Watch your tongue girl." The woman hummed. Her voice was almost chirpy. What does she have up her sleeve? I thought eyeing the woman.
In her hand, she held a black piece of leather. On parts of this leather, it was studded with a blue and white pattern. Hanging from it was a simple hoop.
You've got to be kidding me...
My eyes must have widened 10 times their size. The woman smiled maliciously before speaking.
"Like what you see?" She said making her way towards me. She sat on the bed, one leg up to be closer to me."My, you look delicious in that position," Her voice was like silk to my ears. Running her hand up my thigh, I let out a small squeak as I tried to move away from her.
She let out a small chuckle. Her bright emerald eyes seem to have grown into a deep forest green.
Is this what lust looks like on the face of another human?
My stomach felt as though it dropped, I suddenly had a horrible feeling wash over me. I felt the weight of the bed shift as she positioned herself between my legs. Oh no...
I bit my lip as to not make a sound. Whatever was about to happen, I would not give her any satisfaction. I felt her cold hands glide up my body once more. I shut my eyes tightly but my body arched into her all on its own. As if, she had possessed me.
I bit my lip harder to maintain control over myself. The force I was putting on my lip caused me a bit of pain. I felt as though my teeth would puncture through my skin at any moment. Her beautiful deep forest green eyes looked down at me. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the light. The more I looked into her eyes the more enticed I became with them.
I stopped biting my lip looking into those darkened green eyes. She was pleased with her position I could tell you that much. The darkness in them, I'd never seen that in anyone before.
I squeezed my eyes shut and looked away from her quickly.
You are the scum of the earth! Don't touch me! I mentally screamed.
All of a sudden I felt something wrapping around my neck. I opened my eyes to find that black strap now on me.
"You will call me Mistress from now on." She smiled satisfied with herself.
Mistress? Really? How cliché
"You're kidding," I said flatly.
"Not a bit...Now, what's your name, Pet."
"It's not fair if you know my name, but I don't know yours." I mumbled sticking my lip out in a slight pout.
"That's just fine...We can start with your first task then..." I saw her eyes move from my face down to my chest. She bit her lip as if contemplating how to start on me. My eyes widened in realization.
"Ashley! My name is Ashley!" I said quickly before she persisted even more.
"Good girl." The woman purred. She moved from in-between my legs but sat close to me.
All she's doing is toying with me.
I say as soon as we can, we kill her and escape this shit show.
No.
But-
No.
Fine.
"Do I really need a collar though?" I whined. I mean, this did seem to go a little too far for my liking.
"You're my pet. You belong to me now, this marks you as mine. It lets others know you're mine." She said sternly. She rested her hand on my thigh.
"I can't have anyone else thinking they could just do what they please with you. Trust me, the men would devour you if they didn't know you belong to me. It's for protection."
Right.
Can we kill her now?
We don't kill people.
Just ourselves right?
You won't let us die.
For good reason.
I shook my head. Arguing with myself again, I'd made a habit of that it seems.
Without warning, there was a familiar pressure I had felt many times before. A pressure right below my tummy that signaled I needed to get up now. I felt awkward asking as if I was a child. The situation was desperate, I had no choice but to ask.
"Uhm. Can I go to the restroom? I have to go like..now." I said squirming in place a bit.
"May I go to the restroom, mistress." She said obviously correcting me.
"Seriously?"
"Guess you don't need to go that bad."
Guess you don't need to go that bad. Guess you don't need these sheets that bad. Fine. Fucking bitch.
"May I go to the restroom mistress." I said gritting my teeth together. The 'mistress' nods her head and holds up the silver key to these chains. She works on them one by one. They didn't come off easy, she had to jiggle the key a little bit. Eventually, the heavy chains dropped with a loud thud.
Once my arms were free I feel like I can lift anything and everything. I felt much lighter than before. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched the woman take off the chains on my ankles.
"Take a good long look, this won't be the last time you're staring down at me like that." The mistress teased. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her joke.
Once they were off I jolted out of the bed. I stretched my back, my legs, and even my arms out.
"God, let a girl move will you?" I said moving my body about.
The black-haired woman giggled as I stretched. I had never felt so stiff from being in one spot that long. Moving around felt like a blessing.
"Security measures sweetie." She reminded me.
"I'm no security threat." I mumbled to her. I couldn't even fight my way through bubble wrap if I tried.
"Everyone is a potential security threat."
"Right." Well, you're a potential threat to my health.
"Now, don't try to escape. If you do, I'll have to kill you." Her cheeky voice wrapped around me. Not in a good way, either.
Right, kill me.
"And skip the punishment? That's no fun. Such a brute to go straight for the neck." I said sarcastically. I chuckled lightly at my own comment. I was a little bit humored by the whole situation as much as I didn't want to be put into it.
"Don't take this so lightly girl." The woman said with a raised brow. I shake my head and start for the exit.
"Ah, Ah, Ah." I hear the mistress say as soon as my hand is on the silver doorknob. I looked back at her my brow scrunched in confusion.
"What? You think I'm so naive to not have a bathroom in your bedroom? Even if there wasn't, why would you assume I'd let you leave this room unsupervised? I can't have my precious pet trying to escape already~ You're too pretty to kill so soon." She said with her head cocked to the side. She pointed to a door on the other side of the room.
"Oh," I muttered softly nodding. I made my way toward that door. I open it and step in. The bathroom was plain and boring. Nothing too special about it. It was white, with some lights, a white shower curtain, even the knobs to turn the water on were white.
Heh. I wonder if she's racist.
Shut up.
Oh common...take a joke.
I shake my head. I really should stop arguing with myself. That could become very unhealthy.
"Try to escape, and I'll kill you." I heard her words replay in my mind. The way she said it. Cheery, cheeky. It sent shivers down my spine. She may even get joy out of doing things that way.
Would she really do that?
Well, she did almost have you killed...
True...
As much as you hate her, just listen.
This might be our one shot to have an assisted suicide.
We're not committing suicide.
But we'll contemplate killing people?
If that's what it takes.
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