Laura
What the actual fuck does he think he is doing? I don’t know what he knows about me, but the fact that he’s been stalking me for ages tells me he knows where I work and probably that I support my family.
“I’m not going there,” I say. “I am going home.”
I stand up. He grabs my wrist and he pulls me down over his lap in one quick motion, wrapping one arm around my waist and snugging me hard up against his belly. My hips are over his thigh as he props that up.
“Let me go!”
“You’re becoming quite bratty,” he says. “You’re not going anywhere without my permission from here on out, and you will do as you are told when I give you an order. I know you are new to this, but you need to learn that there are consequences for disobedience, and even more for attitude.”
I start to respond, but he slaps my ass hard.
I squeal at the top of my lungs, because this is so fucking unfair, and because hot pain just went flashing through my body. He continues to spank me, his palm making very sharp contact with my ass.
“I know this hurts,” he says. “It’s supposed to. Remember how this feels next time you think about talking back to me, or refusing to do as I tell you. This is a punishment.”
Asshole. Fucking asshole. Who is he to punish me? He’s a common criminal, a stranger who dares shoot people, and what the fuck did he do to Dave? Did he kill him too? Should I be afraid now?
My head is hanging down next to his legs. I decide to take advantage of that and bite his calf. There’s thick pant fabric in the way, which makes it hard, but I decide that means I can bite as hard as I want.
He grunts, which for a man like him, probably means it hurts. Good. I don’t let go. I keep…
“Ow!” I gasp as his palm comes down hard on the back of my thighs, a harsh slap that sends a cold chill rushing through me. He grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head up.
“Bite me again and you will get a caning,” he says. “I will tie you down and I will beat this ass until you cry. There will be no mercy whatsoever for you. Understand?”
“Yes,” I squeak.
“Good,” he says. “Right now I’m just spanking your little ass. This can be a lot worse. You haven’t been disciplined enough to understand just how much worse it can be, but you are well on the way to making those discoveries.”
Those are some stone-cold warnings, and they sink through my mind. I can’t fight him. That’s the simple truth. He’s bigger than me. He’s stronger than me. He’s a monster of some kind, the kind that could easily devour me whole. I wanted to fight him, but this isn’t the way. I have to be smart and sneaky. I have to let him think he’s winning.
I let myself sniffle and sob over his lap, going soft and submissive. I let him think he has won, because he has.
“I am going to take care of you,” he says. “And that means getting you under control.”
He smooths his hand over my ass a few times, settling some of the sting.
I don’t like pain, and I don’t like him. I can’t stay here. I cannot be a captive. That’s so… Viking era. Women these days don’t have time to be taken from their families and their lives just to be ravaged by strange men who wear face coverings indoors.
He pats my ass almost thoughtfully, as if he’s not quite sure what to do with me next.
“You’re probably going to try to run away,” he says thoughtfully. “I wonder if I should chain you up.”
“Please don’t,” I say.
“Or I have a cage. You could live in that, being let out to pee sometimes and be used for my pleasure.”
It flashes through my mind that he’s fucking with me. He can’t be serious. But then I realize there’s absolutely no reason for him not to be serious. He’s the sort of man who shoots other men and kidnaps women. He could quite literally try to keep me from the outside world for decades.
“Breathe,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Says the man who is threatening me with humiliating confinement.
“I have classes to go to,” I tell him. “I’m trying to get a degree. I’m trying to have a better life.”
“Look around you,” he says. “Do you not see what a nice place you’ve landed in?”
