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I opened the door to the smokers section which was a size entrance close to the back alley. The air was so cold even through my sweater and it felt freshing, but I was still feeling kind of light headed and I wasn't sure why. I tried to lean against the wall and almost fell over but someone came out at that exact same time and caught me.
"Whoa whoa whoaaa, are you alright there?" I heard a man's voice and felt his arms hold me up.
How embarrassing... I tried to collect myself but my legs felt like gelatin, he caught me again as I wobbled like a baby deer. I couldn't stand up for some reason, I didn't think I'd drank that much...
I blushed while the man held my arms to keep me from falling "I'm so so sorryyyyy" I was slurring my words now
"That's alright, no need to apologize, here sit down." He rather forcefully pushed me onto one of the smokers benches and sat down beside me with his arm around me. I giggled at him and he looked at me with kind eyes
"You're very drunk, I think we should get you home." He rubbed my shoulder with the hand he had put around me.
"Nooo, cause uhm..." I was losing my train of thought too, I did need to go home
"Uhm.. cause my friends are in theree?" I giggled again "Ohh myy goddd, I, okay, I might be a littleee drunk" I looked at him sheepishly, embarrassed of my state.
He smiled and let it a gentle laugh and gripped my shoulders and I felt him pulling me up "okay you little lush, let's get you home, you can text your friends on the way. I'll get an uber."
I hiccuped and felt my eyes dropping and then felt him shaking me gently to wake me up.
"No no, not yet, you gotta stay awake till we get back." I smirked and giggled and let him guide me towards the front of the building, he put his hand up and a car pulled out of a parking space and drove towards us, that was weird... Why was there a car waiting?
He saw me look at him a little puzzled and quickly explained "I scheduled one for this time already, we can just share it, I'll cover the cost, no worries."
That made sense "Ooohh omg okay thank youu, I thought that maybe, you were like... uhm gonna kidnap me or somethinggg" I giggled at that, and he laughed too "oh yea, I'm just going to kidnap a cute thing like you outside the bar in front of everyone with a witness" he laughed again but this time it felt like he was laughing at me but I nervously giggled as he guided me, tripping over my feet, blushing bright red, towards to car, now waiting.
He opened the door like a gentleman and held my hand as I half stumbled in, almost bumping my head as he grabbed the back of it, and guided me, almost pushing me inside, his hand was the size of my head and I fell forward a little and felt him push me over as he got in behind me. I tried to get up but I was feeling even more intoxicated and could barely hold myself up and I felt him pull me up and buckle my seat belt.
"You always do this, I told you not to drink so much. Let's get you home babe." he said, suddenly getting irritated with me. I looked at him in shock with half closed eyes, trying to glare but barely being able to focus on him "what...mmmm...nooo..." I tried to get out the words to express how confused I was but my tongue and lips weren't cooperating and my eyes were closing, and I couldn't open them anymore, I felt him out his hand on my thigh and then say something to the driver and the vehicle started moving, he pulled me into him and I felt myself fade away. I vaguely remember being woken up and stumbling out of the car, I tried to speak but my words were jumbled and the man just laughed at it to the driver and they waved and he drove off.
I heard a key click in a lock and a front door open and then lock again. I felt him pick me up over his shoulder, and the bumps as he took me downstairs... then I felt a panic inside, I was being moved into a basement. He had brought me somewhere else, not my home, maybe his? I tried to struggle but I could barely move my limbs, and my pleas came out as tearful mumbles.
Then he pulled me off him and put me down on a mattress on the floor. I laid there, trying to flip over so I could get up and get away, but I was so weak and he just watched me and laughed and pulled me back everytime until I ran out of energy to fight back and collapsed and started crying.
I felt him out something cold on my ankle and the sound of a lock clicking. I started fading out again as he got up "This is a fantastic start y'know. You've already given up once now. I think you're going to be a fast learner."
He walked up the stairs and then turned off the lights, making the already dark room, pitch black and I fought to stay awake but quickly felt myself drifting off.
I woke up to the sound of the door at the top of the stairs being opened and the light turned on, I flinched and covered my eyes and looked down at the mattress I was still laying on
"That's a good way to greet me, I don't want to see your insufferable face right now anyways. Not till you've wiped that volatile look off."
I didn't move, and kept looking down.
"Stay like that till I'm gone again. It's better for you."
I felt a stab of anger at that but kept looking down. I didn't want to ruin any chances of getting his guard down.
He put down a granola bar and a bottle of water beside me.
"You're gonna want to eat, all that alcohol and roofies is not good for your system so you need to flush it out." He got up and went back up the stairs. Turning off the light but this time is was a little brighter through the basement windows. They had a film over them but still let in some sun. I was in a concrete basement, I could see the washer and dryer on the other side, some shelves with boxes and random storage. An old couch and then on my side there was nothing, an empty space except for me, a surprisingly not dirty mattress considering it's location, blanket, and a... oh... I suddenly felt my ankle and the heavy thing around it. I reached down and looked, it was a shackle, with a lock and a chain, leading to the only other thing on this side of the room, an anchor drilled into the concrete wall.
"No no no no!" I started quietly panicking. I looked all around, for anything, but it was spotless. I started hyperventilating and desperately thinking of how I was going to get out. Surely my friends would check on me when they noticed I didn't come back inside last night, they'll text or call.
People will notice I'm missing. They'll find me. I tried to breathe and was able to calm myself down. I looked at the water, I was so thirsty, I looked at the lid, it was already cracked... what if he'd put more drugs in it...
I didn't touch it. I was starving too but no chance of eating that dry bar with how dry my mouth was already.
I think I spent at least a few hours staring at the water and bar, then the wall and then back to the snack. My throat hurt at this point and I just had to do it. I I crawled over to it and had a sip. It tastes fine... I'm just going to drink it. I resolved to myself it was okay and drank the whole thing, and managed to eat half the bar before laying down and trying to plot on ways to get out. I must've fallen asleep at one point because I woke up to the door opening again.
I opened my eyes and turned and watched him come down the stairs. I wanted to see his face, but he stopped before I could see it
"You better have your head lowered or have a nicer look on your face than you did this morning."
I immediately looked down and turned away, I don't know why but I just didn't question it.
"Thank God you're learning."
I could hear him continue walking down. I saw him stand in front of me and all I could see was his slacks and socked feet, I wanted to look up so badly but I kept my head and gaze lower to the floor.
"Greet me properly, you should be excited to see me. Didn't I take care of you this morning? Kiss me." he put his foot under my face.
"I said kiss me. Don't make me ask again."
I didn't hesitate and kissed his foot once and tried to pull away. He leaned down and grab my hair and pushed my face down into his foot so my face was rubbing against them. I started to whimper
"You should be fucking happy to see me. Fucking show me how happy you are that I came down here and didn't just ignore you for the whole evening."
I kissed his feet again, and again, and again, terrified to make a sound but just did as he told me and tried to be eager with my forced affection.
He laughed "wow you're pathetic, I knew you'd be easy, I mean, it's why I picked you, but already kissing me like this on the first day? It's better than I thought." He walked away while I was still kissing, and moved back to look at me from out of my reach.
"I want you to look at me, now." He demanded.
I looked up slowly, see a very normal, very fit, very kind eyed, younger to middle aged man. He was wearing a black T-shirt and slacks, tucked into pants with a black leather belt. I could see why I trusted him at the bar, he looked safe... I was an idiot.
"Take your clothes off. Now."
I hesitated and started to cover my body.
"I swear... you don't want to make me wait" he growled.
I started by taking my sweater off, he stared at me, I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. I was wearing panties despite normally wearing boxers and I forgot and turned red and started to pull my pants back up
"What the fuck are you doing? Take them off."
I froze and then continued taking them off, pulling one leg out and then pushing the other legs over the chain around my ankle.
I went to take off my shirt, but looked him in the eyes to try and plead. He raised his eyebrows and stared at me. I slipped my shirt off, revealing my breasts immediately because I almost never wore a bra.
"Ha, I knew it. You slut, I could feel your tits loose when I was carrying you around. You're just looking for those to get smacked."
He walked towards me and I shuffled back, he lunged forward making me jump back and hit my head on the wall, it hurt a lot.
"Oh oops, I guess we need to be more careful with a stupid thing like you." He moved to be right in front of me and kneeled. Looking me right in the eyes.
"Don't fight back. I mean it." I looked in his eyes confused and scared as he placed my arms at my sides, backed up a little bit and, raised his hand, and brought it down hard on my right breast. I instinctively covered them with my arms and I felt a hard slap across my face
"You will not stop me from enjoying my prize." He muttered in my stinging face and put my hands back at my sides.
"Stay fucking still" he directed as he hit my chest again, striking it multiple times in a row, each one felt worse than the last one and I had to fight with everything to keep my hands down, and when I couldn't, I would feel a strike across my face and drop them instantly again. He kept slapping my tits, they were both red and turning darker shades already, I had lost track of how many hits or how long he'd been down there doing this to me, I was dizzy from the pain and fighting to stay still.
"Fuck, that's perfect, look at you now. Now you look pretty" I looked down at my now bruised chest and let out a pathetic whine "Whyyyy, why me?" I asked breathlessly.
"Because you were made for this, I don't just kidnap random girls off the street. This is just your fate I guess. I'm helping you, and you're helping me."
I was so confused, but also flattered in some sick way. It was hard to tell.
"But really, don't ever ask me that again. The answer won't be as nice. Be grateful for what I'm doing for you" he said, with one final mind numbing blow to my tits from both hands. I cried out and he made a disgusted face. "You need to shut the fuck up or am I going to have to fix that for you too?"
I shut my mouth and started to tear up and did my best to hold them back.
"Apologize. Now."
I stared at him like I didn't understand what he said.
"I won't ask twice." He stood up and was suddenly towering over me.
I was still sitting, chest exposed with my hands at my side.
"I'm sorry...?"
"Are you fucking apologizing or asking a question??" He kicked my thighs that were slightly spread open.
"No I'm sorry... it's not a question... I'm sorry..."
He kicked me again
"Why did you have to make that difficult? You need to fix your attitude or I will."
I looked down at the floor, I was angry, and scared, I muttered another "I'm sorry..." and pulled my knees up to my chest and tried to make myself small against the cold wall. Flinching as it touched my bare skin.
"You better be." Was all he said. He gave me another water and picked up the blanket and my clothes after taking them off the chain. He looked at me and saw my panties still on and pointed to them. I looked up at him with desperate eyes and
I opened my mouth to protest, but he gave me a look that took the words and made them shrink back inside me.
He walked back over to me and grabbed my legs, pulling me towards him like I weighed nothing and grabbed them and ripped them off in one swift motion. I felt the fabric rip into my skin and burn it's a little as they were pulled off and I quickly pulled my legs back up and tried to back away but reached the end of my chain and stayed there trying to protect myself. He laughed and stood up. Gathering all my clothes into a pile in his hands.
"Say thank you." He smirked as he said it.
I felt a sick feeling in my stomach but managed to get out a weak "thank you..." before he turned around and walked up and turned the light off again to a now dull dark basement at some time in the evening. He'd left my unfinished bar and more water, the top still cracked, I was keeping track. So I finished my now even dryer and slightly stale snack and drank some water before curling up on the mattress, this time without being drowsy from the drugs or alcohol, just shaking from the cold and the fear of realizing how fucked I might be.
I was losing track of days at this point, if I had to guess it was a week, or maybe two? No more than a month, I don't think... for the first few days it was minimal contact, he gave me a blanket back but I was still naked, he made me face the ground a lot. He came down at least twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evenings, sometimes more, usually bringing me water, sometimes food, before threatening me to stay still and then slapping and beating different parts of my body, and throw insults at me and breaking me down, it took a few days for me to realize that trying to shield myself was useless and only resulted in harder hits and more degrading words him.
But eventually he started smiling afterwards, once I was able to stay still.
At one point he came down to beat me and I stayed completely still while he slapped and kicked me, just silently watching him paint my skin with contusions. I started crying quietly halfway through and I could see the look in his eyes when he saw my tears.
After he was done that day, he lifted my face up by my chin and looked me in the eyes and said "Hey, look at me, I'm so proud of you."
I felt so happy and grateful and like I'd been waiting for that moment for so long, followed by a rush of guilt and disgust for feeling that way about this man who was beating me on a daily basis. I felt sick and warm and he saw it in my eyes and he raised his hand and I flinched, but he gently brushed it along my cheek, wiping up some of my tears and then licking them off his fingers and smiling with the same kind eyes I remember seeing the first night. He kissed my forehead and then left me as usual. I was still crying and some twisted part of me wanted to follow him upstairs, not to run away, but to stay with him longer. I shuddered and felt nauseous about my own thoughts.
The more time that past, the more I was looking forward to hearing the door open, to watching him come down the stairs, he started smiling at me before calling me his pathetic little idiot. I started waiting to hear that and feeling the need to hear it more. He would bring down buckets of warm water and take me off the chain to a drain in the basement and sponge bath me. I would stand or kneel with my legs apart and he would clean every part of me, inspecting all the parts of my body. He had bruised so much of me by then, he was applying creams while talking about how he had successfully convinced all my friends and family through text, that I was just really into some personal projects and feeling overwhelmed and I'd reach out soon. That he knew that I sometimes went no contact for months with everyone and there was plenty of time left for him to enjoy me. That I should enjoy every second I have because we didn't know how long I have left.
My stomach would sink as he would rubbing my skin with ointments, pushing into the bruises and making me whimper, I started leaning into him as he did it, eventually burying my face in his chest or arms as he'd push and pinch and care for all the marks he'd left on me. He would stroke my hair after and hold me before getting up abruptly, sometimes I'd let out a whimper to try and get him to stay, but he'd still leave without saying a word. Then I'd cry by myself, starting to accept that I was missing him in the hours I was down there without him.
One day he came down, he beat me, cared for some bruising, I was falling asleep in his arms, and felt him get up and go to the stairs and I sleepily cried out for him
"Mm noo, stay..." I looked up at him with sleep eyes, pleading with him not to leave me this time. "Please..." I asked again, expect him to ignore me like usual.
But this time he didn't leave, he came back over to the mattress and crouched beside me
"What did you say?"
I looked in his eyes
"Please don't leave me..."
He smiled and my insides felt like they were melting, I started begging
"Please, I don't want to be alone, I need you, please don't leave me here, stay with me please..." I whimpered and crawled towards him.
"You're so pathetic." He smiled down at me
"I know... I'm sorry..."
"It's good for us. I like that about you." He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead and stood up and left me alone again and I watched him leave like he was my oxygen and I needed him to breathe.
I cried myself to sleep that night, not because I was trapped, but because I was alone, because he wasn't there.
The next day I didn't wake up to him coming down the stairs, I waited for what had to have been hours, he didn't come. I drank what was left of my water from the day before, and started to wonder where he was. I spent the day restless and struggling to pass the time. My bruises ached and I started pushing into them myself, starting to imagine he was behind me, holding me and covering them while pressing into my tender flesh.
I cried after that, my entire being aching for him to open the door, even just to look at me and walk away, I needed to see him, I was desperate.
I saw the day pass through the blurred out basement windows and cried myself to sleep that night.
Waking up the next day alone again, but seeing fresh water and food beside my bed. I started sobbing uncontrollably, realizing he had come while I was sleeping and I wouldn't see him again for I had no idea how long. I missed him. I needed him. The hours passed agonizingly slow that day, I stared at the windows, watching the light fade the film on them from a bright yellow to a dull cigarette stained colour, till eventually the room grew completely dark again. The aching in my core still making me sick, I wish I could say I stopped crying, and I did, but only for moments before feeling the loneliness creep back in and I'd feel my eyes well up again. By the time I'd cried myself to sleep, I was a shakey, weak, soaked in tears, mess of a thing.
