I was in for it. I could tell by the look on his face. He wasn't very happy. When will I learn to keep my mouth shut? I tried to do damage control. I slid off the bed and kneeled at his feet, begging and pleading with him.
I didn’t care about my pride. I didn’t want him to spank me again. “Please, please…I am sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper, but can’t you at least try to empathize a little? I've lost my cat, my heart is broken, and now you're treating me like livestock by putting a tracker in my arm. It is just too much. Please don’t punish me again. I will be good. I promise.”
He stared at me for a long moment while I stated my case. He reached out and lifted my chin, his eyes burning into mine.
“It will take a lot more than I thought to tame you. You owe me three now. Keep up the good work. You’re averaging about one every couple of hours."
I trembled, biting my lip. I guess all the begging I did was for nothing. He was still going to punish me.
A loud chuckle escaped his lips.
“I will not lie to you, Kitten. I love doling out discipline, especially if it involves a beautiful woman writhing and trying to escape a solid spanking from me."
He rubbed the top of my head, smiling.
"I'm warning you; your punishments will not be pleasant. You will submit eventually. Now, make yourself at home. My brother will sit with you today while I take care of what needs to be done. I won’t be too long. There's a smoothie on the counter for you. I will bring it to you before I leave. We will have lunchwhen I return, and you will take your punishment then. Youbetterbehave when I am gone.”
He took one last look at me, stood up, and left the room. I was glad he was out of my sight. My body was shaking, and my stomach was doing flips. My whole nervous system was on high alert. How long can adrenaline course through your veins before your body burns out? He was going to come back and let me have it again.
I can’t live like this. I need to get out of this hellhole. This man is deranged, and even though he told me he wouldn’t kill me, how the hell do I know if he’s telling the truth? He murders people for a living.
I am sure he cares as little for me as he did for his victims. My ass is still healing. I hope he doesn’t administer another of his painful spankings. I don’t think I can take it. He said it wouldn’t be pleasant.
It feels like I am going to vomit. Taking a few breaths, I try to calm my anxiety. I slowly breathe in and out of my nose, trying to lower my heart rate. I relax my muscles, calming myself down. After a few minutes, I felt a little more in control. Still kneeling, I look around the room and realize he didn’t spare any expense on the decor and furniture.
This room was not as plain as his. I looked at the white four-poster bed, and a lump formed in my throat. I can see the divots attached to all four posts. Jesus fucking Christ. He is going to restrain me to this bed, eventually.
I looked down at the hardwoods, gleaming and polished to perfection. A light purple and white Oriental rug covered the middle of the floor.
The walls are thick and painted creamy vanilla. There is a white desk and chair in one corner andtwo pastel purple chairs in the other two corners of the room. The windows are high toward the top of the ceiling, where I can’t reach them. Then I noticed a chain with a collar hanging from above.
This man is sick in the head.
He was going to hang me from the ceiling!! I stood up, moved toward the walls, and touched them. I knew they looked weird. They are thick and padded. I can hear my heartbeat drumming in my ears. This looks like a beautifully decorated fucking torture chamber! My hands start to sweat and shake, and my vision becomes blurry.
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. If this shit keeps up; I am going to have a nervous breakdown. It took about five minutes before I regained my composure. On shaky legs, I walked over to the closed door in the far corner. I gently opened it, peeking inside. I sigh with relief. It is only a bathroom. In the middle of the floor sits a vast, gleaming copper tub, and a walk-in shower stands in the other corner.
The beautifully tiled shower has a full-size bench. It looks like something out of a celebrity home magazine. His master bathroom was average and a lot less pricey than this one. If he was trying to impress me, it wasn’t working. I continued my inspection of the area.
A toothbrush, an unopened box of toothpaste, a brush, and a comb line the sink alongside different varieties of soap. I haven’t cleaned my teeth since yesterday, and to think, the fucker kissed me.
I hope I tasted like ass!!
I took another deep breath to calm my fucking nerves. The last thing I need on my plate is to have adamn heart attack. I took advantage of the situation and brushed my teeth, removing the filmy feeling I had in my mouth. In my situation, it’s always a good idea to have fresh, minty breath for your kidnapper. I half sobbed and half laughed at the thought.
I opened the vanity drawers. Inside was a curling iron, a blow dryer, a whole manicure kit, and about ten different shades of nail polish. WTF? I don't know why he would have all those colors in there.
I closed the drawer without a second thought and left the bathroom. I checked out one closet. The top rack had sheets, blankets, pillowcases, pillows, and what looked like blue chucks you put underneath an incontinent person.
What the hell are those for? I shake my head, thinking what a sick tool this quack is, and continue exploring my prison. There isn’t anything else in this closet. I walk over to the second closet and open the door.
My heart lodges in my throat. I put my hand over my mouth, stifling the scream that was working its way up from the pit of my stomach. My mouth was dry, and I kept swallowing hard, pushing the vomit down that was threatening to come up from my queasy insides.
There is a thick, long black whip with knots tied at the end. It looks like it could be used on a fucking bull. There is a small black flogger with just strips of leather—no knots attached. A shiver runs down my spine. Right next to the whips is a long cane made of bamboo wood. It is thin and shiny. I know if he hits me with this, I’m done for.
There are handcuffs, ankle cuffs, masks, a collar, gags, and different sex toys galore. There are also multiple tubes of lube on the top shelf.
I slammed the door shut and slid down the wall onto the floor. Before covering my ears, I let out a guttural scream from deep within my core. I kick and stamp my gauzed feet on the floor, unraveling my bandages, while I pound my fists into the padded wall. I scream at the top of my lungs.
