8
Dealing with Bella requires a lot of patience that I don't have in me at times. The last few days have been hectic for the both of us.
She's been strangely emotional and in a depressing state, it's hard to punish and ridicule someone when they don't care.
It's been hard for me to enforce my stance and control. She has shut down, she ignores me.
It's killing me that things have to go to this extent. That the punishments I've provided her get more cruel with time due to her resistance.
But she has to understand her actions have lessons and trials.
It's for her betterment why I do these things. It's because I love her, I want the best for her.
Bella stared at me weakly before diverting her attention to my hands. My fingers clench a cold bottle of water, I become impatient as I wait for her to speak.
"Please" she mumbles quietly before tilting her head in a tired manner.
I helped her attach her lips to the cap and she gulped eagerly. I could feel the water bottle become lighter with each of her swallows.
She hated staring at me, she always closed her eyes harshly. She hated the power it gave me, it was a daily reminder.
Bella unlock her lips before taking deep breaths. She looked out the window, sadly.
Silence filled the room as her mind lead else where.
"What do you do for a living?"
She asked curiously.
"I'm a business owner, council who helps other entrepreneurs grow their businesses"
She nodded before gazing at the phone in my pocket. Her eyes switched from the device to my eyes.
"I'm very hungry" she winced.
"I told you once you got your act together you could eat, right?"
"I've been good. I haven't screamed or cried. I just want more freedom to do and touch on my own. The cuffs hurt me, they cause me anxiety"
I was frightened to allow Bella freedom. I don't know what she's capable of yet, and it was hard for me to deny her. I couldn't be weak and allow any manipulation to sway me, other wise I'll risk a lot.
Not only her but everything I've built towards. I need her put not wondering, no matter how secured the house and gates are.
Her eyes sadly traced her chained feet. I have giving her freedom to shower and do her private business. That's the most I've gave.
I calmly placed my hands on her face before gently stroking her skin
" My good girl" I hummed tracing her lips and eyes.
I felt her breaths go slow as i caressed her gently.
"Please, allow my body a break from these cuffs. I promise, I won't escape" She pleaded.
I knew it was the purest form of manipulation. It felt so good to hear her plead, part of me wanted to believe she was genuinely learning.
It was tempting almost.
" I'll bring the food up once the chef is finished cooking it. " I dismissed her.
She frowned deeply before detaching her face from my hands, dramatically. Bella needed more adjusting and I knew once she was adjusted she'd grow to love our home.
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.