"Can anyone hear me? Someone help me, please!! I need to get out of here. I am with a madman!!!! He is going to beat me senseless with this fucking shit!!!"
God, what the fuck did I do to deserve this??
The sobs wracked my body until I was utterly exhausted. I just collapsed in a useless heap on the floor, feeling defeated. There was no escape from this house of torture. No one could hear me. No one knew where I was. I felt doomed. I was sure I would die at the hands of this maniac.
Chapter 12
Atlas
I am waiting for my brother Joey to get his ass over here while watching the drama unfold before me on my computer. I hid cameras in the ceiling of her bedroom when I bought the house.
She'll only have privacy in the bathroom because there is no way to escape. I didn’t want her to sit in darkness, so I installed the windows high and out of her reach. I want to make sure she gets plenty of sunshine.
After all, she did nothing wrong and would not be unjustly punished because I stole her. Discipline only comes when she is naughty and non-compliant, which she is currently exhibiting.
I am watching her scream and stamp her feet, unraveling the bandages I carefully placed. She is turning into a total train wreck.
What the fuck? I need to get in there and sedate her. I can’t have her in this state when the doctor gets here, not to mention she keeps fucking up herfeet every time she goes into another one of her meltdowns.
I filled the syringe with propofol. It doesn't affect a person's memory like Midazolam does, and isn't as potent. I put it in my pocket and then texted my brother.
"Joe, where the fuck are you? Move your ass!"
I hit send and head back to Kitten's room. I put my hand on the keypad to retract the locking mechanism, allowing me access. She was lying on the floor in the far corner of the room, moaning and sobbing.
Her bandages were almost completely gone from her feet; some of the gauze was barely hanging by a thread, discolored from the dried blood.
My shirt was much too big for her. The shirt twisted around her little body, exposing her pale legs and upper thighs. She didn’t acknowledge my presence as I walked over to her. She looked directly at me, but remained silent. The only noises that came out of her mouth were her shallow breaths and low moans.
She seemed devoid of her surroundings. I cursed under my breath as I bent over and picked her up from the floor. I carried her over to the bed and gently laid her on the sheets.
“Shhh, shhh.”
I whispered as low as possible so she wouldn’t become upset again. She didn’t move or protest. I lightly touched her feet, shaking my head.
“Now look at what you’ve done to your bandages, Kitten. I am going to give you something to help you relax. I think you need to rest while I am gone this morning.”
She looked at me with a blank expression; a small sob escaped her lips as I removed the syringe from my pocket.
“Mister, you are going to kill me, aren’t you? I saw those whips and all the other stuff you have in there. I don’t know what I did to you to deserve this because I am not bad. I have harmed no one in my life. I love animals and take care of them. I believe in God, yet here I am at the mercy of a madman.” Her small body shook as she let out another sob.
My voice remained calm.
“No, Kitten, I will not kill you. I would never kill you, so put that thought out of your mind. You did nothing wrong, pet. I saw something I liked, and I took it. This has nothing to do with karma and your belief in God. This all has to do with me, and only me. Regarding the stuff you found in the closet, we will discuss all of that when you wake up."
I stroked her head to calm her down.
"Now, I want you to get some rest, and don’t worry about any of the whips, chains, and other things you saw. None of that is important right now. Once I explain everything to you, then you will understand."
I pulled the cap off quickly and inserted the needle into her arm, injecting her with the sedating liquid before she could protest or cry harder. I continued stroking her hair while I waited a few minutes for the drug to take effect.
She closed her eyes and drifted off into the darkness. I straightened out my bunched-up, oversized shirt on her small body, smoothing the wrinkles underneath.
I pulled the makeshift gown down, hiding her exposed lower half, and covered her with the blanketto keep the chill off her. She will be out for a while, so maybe she'll be well-rested when she wakes up. We will discuss why she is with me, and what all thosetoysshe found mean for her.
Although I revel in her pleading and begging, I don’t want to scare her to death. The last thing I want her to do is ultimately come apart.
That isn’t my plan. It is time to stop playing games and tell her what I expect and the rewards she will receive if she complies. It is that simple. Of course, I know it is difficult for her to deal with, but she will adjust. She has plenty of time to learn how to please me. I won’t ever put her body through anything she can’t handle, but I will push her limits.
