I don’t know why I’m still trying to talk to him. I can’t get under his skin, I just want him to be mad, to react to do something. If only I could see that I’m successful at one point I would know I ‘m not doing that for nothing, I would have the pleasure to fuck his day. When he brought me upstairs, the sun hit my face and hurt my eyes, but he didn’t bother and make me walk even if I can’t keep my eyes open for a couple of minutes. He put a collar on my neck, and it make me angrier than before, I could really hurt him if I could. I know I can’t, and he won’t even let me have any chance to do anything, but a girl can dream! He put utensils in front of me and just want me to clean them. I decide to keep my mouth shut this time. Anything I can do or say won't change anything. I just stay there, looking at this thing in front of me, and sometime this monster who’s sitting on the other side of the table. I just can’t do that. He’ll win again, give him more power over me again! I can’t imagine giving him that too much easily.

I know the only reason I'm here, is because you need to make yourself feel better by showing you have power.

My voice was just detached. Like I didn’t care anymore. Why am I fighting this? I know he won’t hesitate to punish me if I’m not doing what he says, he told me that. Does he have less power in his job so when he has someone in here, he must show he’s the powerful one? Men like him just disgust me! If I was a man, it will have been a fight to know who have the biggest dick. I’m here for no reason, except maybe I look too deep to find my real family, but I didn’t know it was a crime. They could just tell me to drop the case and I would step away but no…They kidnapped me and locked me here with this freak. I don’t know how much time I didn’t move before I hear his voice again. But it was different. I look at him for a couple of seconds… Trying to know why suddenly, he’s not that icy.

I don’t need you.

I can’t. I won’t say that ever. I don’t need this man to show me anything. I lift my hand and just put the utensils in the water he put there. I don’t know much in life but I’m not stupid enough to not know how to do it…Of I hope I’m not! I started rubbing the better I could and just try to imagine I was alone…It was better to be alone than with him. I just stay there, in silence and kept working the better I could. I didn’t know how much time it’s been, but I knew my body was sore from being in the same position for too long, but I was really in my mind all this time. Thinking about my life before everything… If only I could go back, there. I put all the utensils on the table, then push them toward him and let my back fall on the chair.

Happy now?

She was always babbling about how I wanted to show her how much power I had over her and I ignored her each and every time she would tell me. I did not have to tell her if she understood the situation she was in. And by the fact she was always walking on thin ice even with her constant rambling was saying a lot. Soon enough, she brushed away my pathetic attempts to be nicer. She could have told me to f*ck off, that would have been the same, but her answer was still polite… kind of. More importantly, she got herself into work at once. I watched her as time went by, polishing every piece I gave her. She quickly got lost in her thoughts - or so it seemed. For a moment, I wondered what she was thinking about. I knew by her calm aura that it got nothing to do with me. She would have frowned until her forehead was permanently wrinkled and the aggressivity would probably have accelerated her pace. As I watched her, I also rest a bit. Not quite enough to close my eyes, of course, but my own agitation seemed to be lowered by the mood filling the room. It was quiet. The only sounds being heard were her hands in the water and utensils being against each other. When she was done, the brunette pushed all of it onto my side of the table and loosened her posture a bit. Hearing her, I went back to being tense. My tone was low, yet irony pierced through my words as I said :

-Are you?

It was funny how my little captive asked if I was happy as if she was not the one who got exactly what she asked for. I gave her something to do and she had time to ponder over whatever she wanted. She was out of the basement for almost two hours now and she did not complain once while she was accomplishing her task. I risked being told how much of an a-hole I still was by asking :

-Was it worth it? Not being in the basement for a while?

I was not really waiting for an answer. I got up immediately, but once up, I took a spoon between my fingers and stared at it for a second. It was sure not perfect, but the girl still accomplished the task diligently. I could fix the remaining stains later.

-You did well.

I placed the spoon back on the table before getting behind the De Haas girl. I got the key in my pocket, so aware of her every movement, making sure she was not to try anything stupid to get away. As she did not move a lot,, there was barely a mark on her neck where I was now lifting the collar. Still, the pink shade of her skin proved it was not even remotely loose. I grabbed the chairback firmly without touching her in any way. By my word, I dismissed her.

-You need to go back downstair. Go straight to the door.

I knew there was no way she was getting away, so I gambled a little to give her a bit of space. I could have held her wrist as I did when we went up. I could have, but I decided it was a better way to make sure she’d follow my order: by letting her do it. I took a step back and gestured toward the basement door. As soon as she passed the door, I followed and escorted her downstair. By patting her arms, torso and legs, I made sure she did not hide any utensils under her clothes. Forks could pick a door and I was not up to any night drama if she were to escape. Then, I backed toward the stairs. I took a quick trip to the kitchen - obviously making sure the door was locked while I was away from it - and came back with her dinner. I placed it on the bed so the brunette could help herself when she would eat.

-I’ll be back tomorrow to assign you something else.

Saying this, I escaped slowly, never looking back. I went outside to do the chores I had to postpone while I supervised her task since I could not skip a day on my other duties. I came back late in the evening, somewhere around 10 and slept like a rock. I would have to find another thing to task her tomorrow. This would be strainful and I cursed myself for getting into this deal she did not even agree to. When I went back the next day, late in the morning, I was still not sure this was worth it.

-Ready, doll?

Doing tasks for this man was probably the last thing I want to do. I think I’d prefer to stay downstair alone for the rest of my time here when I’m thinking about that. Yeah, I was bored as fuck, but being up, with him was worst. I knew now that I didn’t have the choice of doing what he asked me to do, so I just start and try to think about anything else, like my life before all this crap. Before I could notice it myself, I just lost track of time. Being in my mind for this time, with my hand working on something helps me more than I think. I’m still bored as fuck and don’t want to be here with him, but at least for the last couple of hours, I didn’t think about anything else than the task and my life. When he asked me if I was, I don’t respond… I’m not going to make him win. I wasn’t happy now, but having my mind somewhere else for the last hours was good.

Could have been better. The collar is too much but I guess I don’t have a choice again!

Since the moment I’ve been kidnapped, I don’t have a choice in my life anymore, but it sucks. Being stuck here, I don’t even know what will happen to me. He got up and came near me, took a spoon in his hand and just stared at it….I kept my eyes locked on him, trying to understand this…men. He places the spoon again on the table and…praise me? I open my mouth, but nothing came out. He got behind me and let my neck free. At the very second this collar was out; I pull up my hand to my neck but expected him to take my wrist like earlier. His voice came up again, but I was even more frozen than before…He let me go downstair, alone? Once again, I’m not saying anything and slowly got up on my feet. Slowly, I start walking to the door, I looked a little around…. It was just maybe a minute of feeling freer and it feel good. He escorts me downstair and once we were down, he patted my body… I guess he was searching for something and too bad I didn’t think about hiding a fork, at least I could have tried to hurt him a little. He goes up again and came back soon with food for me. Once again, I’m not saying anything when he speaks, I keep my eyes on him until I can’t see him anymore. When I’m finally alone, I just let the tension leave my body … Well, the best then I can! I look at the food and just go to bed to eat when I’m done, I just put the plate on the ground and go to sleep… The task he made me do wasn’t exhausting but just to be able to think about something else just made me realize how much sleep, good sleep, I need…For once, it didn’t take me much time to fall asleep…. I woke up early again, after a shitty night. When I open my eyes, my head hurt too much so I close them again…. until I hear the door open… Fuck… I groan when I hear his voice…

You’ll need to survive without my talent.

I stay there and just put a hand on my head…. The lack of sleep, sun and freedom maybe just hit me I don’t know, but I don’t remember my head hurting this much except when I drink too much. I guess he would not accept my answer, but I don’t care now, I’m not good at tasks anyway but, today would be the worst day, I think.

Maybe you won’t have time to kill me, this place is going to do it for you.

My body starts to react after I don’t remember how much time since I’m here. I’ve been strong since I’m here, I’m trying to not make him win but today I’m not at my best.

I stopped as she answered me. the girl was obviously in pain. Not enough for me to back up and go on by myself that day as I already said she would work, that was for sure, but I could see how she groaned and held her forehead in her palm. She stated this place was killin’ her and I grinned.

-You never lacked anything, did you, doll? It was more a matter of “when” than “if” your body would react to the lack of food, water, sport, sex, and any addiction you’ve got out there. The only thing going on for you now is the lack of sun.

I looked up at the stairs, remembering the day before.

-The heat from yesterday is probably what set you off ultimately. It’s summer out there. You’ve had it easy being in the basement. It might be 40 outside. Too bad you’re not staying here.

Headaches, dizziness, nausea… all were frequent when someone would stay down here for even a small amount of time. The girl probably had 10$ sugary coffee from a pricy place every morning for the last 10 years and only god knows if this entitled daughter was doing any drugs. I have seen worst. Cocaine addicts shaking in their beds as if satan himself was deep up their asses. Guys vomiting their souls from the lack of heroin. the brunette was going through a breeze. She’d get over it. Still, I knew I had to get her to work and I knew that girl would not bend that easily since she was probably a crybaby when sick. I would take her upstairs by her scalp if I needed to. I was not so keen to help her for the moment being. It was not something I usually did. Heck, I let them in their own feces when they shit themselves. A headache? For the love of me, she would have to beg for it greatly. First thing first, she would have to do what I intended her to do this morning. Or maybe I could find something more… suiting.

-If you ask nicely, after your chores, I might help but first…

I elongated the “after your chores”, putting emphasis on it. I wanted her to know I would not help unless she was doing her part. I did not take the time to ask her if she remembered I would not give her a second chance in asking when the time would come: if she was to tell me to fuck off, I would let her be in pain. Maybe until a day or two passed, being sure she would not eat until she makes amend. I took a step toward her.

-First, you come with me and do as you’re told.

I took her as if she was a burlap potato bag and stacked her on top of my left shoulder. There was no way she was walking and I was not in the mood for her to throw a fit. She could wince, cry, and shout at me, she was getting upstairs and fulfilling her task. Would I let her choose which day she would help me? Hell, no. I maintained a fair amount of pressure on her leg to keep her from moving too much. Once on the first floor, I did not stop at the kitchen as I did for her first task. I turned right and opened a door -which led to the bathroom. Of course, there was the collar and the chain: I was prepared to anchor those in any room of the house since I was not really creative when looking for things to assign her at the kitchen table. I laid her on the bathroom floor and held her down by putting a knee in her back. When she was positively locked up, I let her go and backed away, only to reach a chair in the corner of the room. I’ve made sure to remove anything she could make a mess with. Around us were only a toilet and a bathtub. There was no sink, the kitchen sink being the only one in the house. In the bathtub, I’ve laid a half-vinegar and half-water jug and some scrubbing tools. I crossed my leg.

-Your head hurts, isn’t it? I would get up nonetheless… the floor is not that clean either and you are not going back to bed until this bathtub shines.

To Do :

I don’t understand why today I’m feeling like this. It’s not the first day I’m here so why does my body react only today? I know I’m tired as fuck and clearly need a hot bath with a glace of wine or even something stronger I don’t care. I’m not usually the girl who is always drunk and doesn’t even use drugs, but today I wish I could be drunk and stoned at the same time, to forget my headache and this man, next to me.

You don’t know me, don’t know what my life was so don’t try to guess what I need at this moment.

Yeah, I was clearly in need of the sun, but I needed so much more. He was right that I needed good food, more water, and sun but what I needed the most was comfort. Sex was not something I really crave right now… I’ve had good sex, but nothing to make me miss it that much. Men are all the same, they want their pleasure, which always came too fast and after, they are done. They don’t make you come and have more pleasure too, I’m better to take care of myself on that.

What??? Why?? Do you really like me that much or just being a fucking asshole?

I know I’m not on any vacation here, but he used to just let me rot in here, why can’t he just do that again? I’ll not be of any use today and I knew it…. I feel like someone is jumping on my head on repeat…It doesn’t stop… Even staying in bed here is hard, I wish I could just take my life right now…Why I’m I here and keep suffering when I knew that eventually is going to kill me? I just wish for all of this to be over… Now, he’s saying he might help but I needed to ask nicely then do my chores? God this man is a total jerk… I hate him just even more. He took a step toward me and before I have time to say something, he just too me and me on his shoulder.

Get your fucking hand of me!!

I yell at him, making my head hurt more but I don’t care... I hate him hand on me…. The fact that clearly, he can make whatever he wants with me make me nauseous… He acts again like I didn’t say anything and keep on walking, I try to get free as much as possible but that doesn’t change anything on his hand on my legs. He kept me like that until we are where he wants me to be. He put my on the bathroom floor then held me there with his knee on my back…Again I try to slip free, but impossible…He lock me again so I can’t get away and he get on a chair away from me. I move just to sit on the floor and look around me. Then when I hear what he says, I turn my face toward him. He’s a bastard lucky guy that I don’t have a way to kill him, right know.

Then I hope your chair is cozy, seems we’re going to be here for a while...

He’s grossed to stay in a place that much dirty and I’m not going to play the clean lady. He wants the bathtub to be clean then he’ll have to do it himself. At this moment, I don’t care what’s going to happen to me. He’s a sick bastard and I’m not going to play his game. I’m stronger than this. I need to be stronger than this and let him rot and stop thinking he’ll win over me…. I just stay here, sitting on the ground of this fitly bathroom and keeping my eyes on his like I can. My head hurt like I’ve never felt before, but I try my best to look like this doesn’t bother me…

Legs crossed, arms crossed, my back is against the wall behind me. We’ll be here for a while, then… I sighed heavily, trying to cool myself down. Gritted my teeth. I’m not sure what I’ll do with this entitled brat. First, she’s shouting at me, then she’s begging. One day, she wants anything to bring her out of her boredom, the next she doesn’t wanna move a finger. I sure know it’s not a summer camp and I’m not anywhere near showing her how to grill marshmallows and singing songs on the bus, but god she could get her act together. Which one is it? Boredom or doing chores? I wonder why I ever gave into her whining in the first place. She defies me, looking at me right in the eyes, and I lost it… I got up and closed the distance between us in a mere second. I grasped the back of her hair getting her on her feet without giving her any time to rise by herself. Her -kind of - choker, at full capacity of its length, seems to make it hard for her to breathe.  My tongue explored the sharp mount of my teeth behind my closed lips as I tried not to throw her into the wall. I was beyond warning her. My voice was low, gravelly even. Beyond angry. Ominous.  

-You pitiful cunt. I’m done playing Mr.Nice Guy with you.

At this core moment, I wanted to tear her inside out so badly. the brunette’s lips becoming a faint taint of red and purple, her heavy breathing. How my fingers were entangled in her locks. I hold her long enough: I waited until she was gasping for air, then I dumped her on the floor. I exited the bathroom, only to be back a second later with the gag I promised her days before. I pinned her on the floor, my knees over her arms and my thighs holding her torso into place. Plucking her chin between my fingers, I spat in her mouth before enforcing the double-ring leather gag between her teeth.

-You’ll learn I’m a man of his word. You are a lucky bitch I am not allowed to cut your tongue, but if this gag is not enough, I’ll choke you until you pass out.

I reached behind her head and clipped the leather mouth gag. I let an ounce of irony tint my tone and I bent over her to whisper into the brat’s ears.

-I wouldn’t do that if I were a pretty little cunt like yourself. Breath play put me in a.. different mood. I would probably take my sweet time to get off on your face while you’re unconscious.

As I got up, I strode over to her and surveyed the bathroom. There was nothing for her to hurt herself with. The jug of delayed vinegar would give her tummy aches at most. the scrubs would barely be enough to scratch her thin skin. I was fuming, but I was doing my best to regain more of my self-restraint. I took my chair while exiting the bathroom and placed it under the door knob to keep it somewhat locked. There was no lock on the inside nor on the outside, but this would do. I ran out as soon as I saw the front door and stayed out to work on my own chores until the night came. Then, I took the jeep and got away for the night - letting Cinderella sleep on the wooden floor. She did not eat that day - but I was far from removing the gag anyway.

***

The next day, I came back a little before noon. Not sure how I felt about seeing the De Haas girl, I dropped by my bedroom, took a gun from my drawer, and tucked it in my jeans. Slowly, as I had quite a night and did not seem in the mood to rush things, I removed the chair and opened the bathroom door. Gagged, collared, there she was.

-What an exquisite view to start the day.

I approached her to slip my thumbs over the first metallic ring framing the inside of her lips. I smile mischievously, staring at her mouth, then into her eyes.

-Tell me sugar, will you behave? ‘Cause as wild as the night was, I still have time to make you miss a breath.

I will not give him the pleasure to watch me do his dirty work again, not when I feel like shit. I know I did it yesterday even if I don’t want to admit it, it helps me. It was good to have some time to think about something else but it’s like my body reacting and showing me how crazy I am to enjoy just some moment of calm in my head. I kept my head down a moment, but after that, I decided I wasn’t going to be the poor little girl afraid, so I look up at him, keeping my eyes on his…. Too fast for me to understand what was happening, he’s up and grab the back of my hair and get me up on my feet and the way he held me made my collar close more on my throat and make it hard to breathe… Instinctively, my hands fall on his upper arm, trying to lose his grip but clearly, I’m too weak for that. I’m trying to pay attention to what he was saying but my mind was more on a solution to find air again. He finally drops me on the ground, and I gasp for air, filling my lung as I can. He exits the bathroom but came back again fast and he put his knees on my arms to keep me from moving. He forced my mouth to open and then put a gag between my teeth. I feel like I’m frozen in place, my body doesn’t even want to move even if I’m trying. I could hit him with my head when he came closer but everything in me kept me from moving… It’s getting worst with what this freak whispers in my ears… When he got up, I keep my eyes on the ground, too afraid at this very moment to even look at him. What a stupid girl I am! How could I think I would have the power over him? I’m not moving until he’s out…When I ears him live, I can’t stay strong again and just stay there letting the tears go down my face. I’m not crying like a child, just letting it all out. I can’t be this stupid If I don’t want to suffer. I need to be smarter than that… I don’t know how long I just stay there, but eventually, I move as I can and start cleaning a little. It’s dirtier than the utensils he made me clean yesterday and I don’t know how to do this but I’m trying. It’s not going well. Again, I don’t know for how long I’ve been trying, but eventually, I just fall asleep on the ground, hungry and exhausted.

The sound of the chain makes me open my eyes and sit up fast as I can. I stay there, next to the bathtub and keep my face toward the ground. When I hear his voice, I can't control the shiver over my body. How can he love the view of a woman gagged and chained up? God he’s going to make me sick…. I’m not moving when he approached, then when his thumbs came over my lips, I want to move but I don’t I just let my eyes get up on him. When he asks me If I’ll behave, I just nod my head to tell him I’ll do it. I look at the bathtub wanting to show him I’ve already started trying but the deference is so light, I don’t know if he’ll notice it.

She nod then glanced at something to my right. I follow her stare, my eyes falling on the still stained bathtub. I can see the vinegar jug is now half-empty and the scrubs have been used, but the difference is so light, it’s hard to tell if she gave in any efforts. Seeing how she seems scared right now, shivering, she probably did. I turn to her. I am tempted to soften my voice, but I’m so up on the adrenaline of seeing her this way, I can’t even get it right. I sound raspy, like every one of my words are embers.

-You’ve been a good girl, sugar.

I do not linger, as I graps her cheeks, her chin deep into my palm to make sure she looks right into my eyes. I grab my gun from my jeans and stuck its end into the mouth ring, limiting her airway again. Her breathing is still there, but it ruffle against the muzzle. What a sight.

-But it’s not enough. Not anymore.

I press the hammer, arming the gun, then pause a second. I can’t kill her, but I want her not to be so sure anymore.

-I’ve been fair to you. Don’t mistake it for being weak. You have no idea how low you ended up: A whore have more right than you.

I toss her away. As I rise, I slowly wipe the muzzle of my gun on the front of my jeans, but I keep it in my palm. Reasy to shoot. Making my way to the kitchen, I come back with a corrosive porcelain cleaner. Without any words, I pour a lot into the stained tub. I know this one hurt, that’s a part of why I only gave her vinegar yesterday. She would have killed bacterias, then we would have move on. Now, I wanted this thing as white as a 18 years old virgin’s ass. Obviously not to have a clean bath, but to makes a point. The brunette will burn her bare hands, maybe even her arms and her knees since she’s on all four to clean it, but I dont give shit about it. I take a step back, backing myself to lean on the door frame.

-I have to keep an eyes on you now, so gave it your all : you’ve got an hour. The results will determine where you’ll sleep tonigh - and probably how you’ll fall asleep.

As she start cleaning, I keep silent. She’s bent over the bathtub, her slutty ass in the air as she scrub with all she’s got. It’s hard not to lean into all the dirty stuff coming to my mind. It’s easier when they want me to keep an eyes on a guy. Maybe I should let a friend rail her when she’s giving me attitude. Then it would be easier not to surrender to my own kinks. I’m not much of a sharer. God, I should have let her rot in the basement. The hour pass and I alert her that her time is up. I press the hammer of my gun up and stick it into my back pocket. I observe her work. The results are not bads. Not that good either.  How could it be? This bath is as old as time. I raise an eyebrow.

-You gave your best, didn’t you ?

I glanced at her. Of course she did. She was soaked. Her skin red.

-Stay still.

I turned open the hot water way, rinced the tub once with my open palm, then blocked the shower drain. The tub was slowly filling, the narrow faucet being old, but it was great enough it was not rusty.The water looked clear. I turned to the brunette. Whithout any warning, In one strike, I ripped the front of the shirt I lended her at the begining of her stay.  I knew I would have to unlock her collar if I wanted her to remove it the usual way and that was not happening. The chain was long enough for her to clean it, it was long enough for her to hop in.

-Now strip.

I did not add « …before I change my mind. »  I wanted her to feel rewarded, but she would beat the collar and the gag. She deserved it as much. I made sure to follow her every move with my stare, rewarding myself with some sightseeing.

Since I’m here, I always try to play the strong one, the girl who will not let this monster break her…. But this time, it makes things worst. He gets angrier than ever before and really freaks me out. I try the best I can do to scrub this bath but even with all my strength, it doesn’t get cleaner. I was relieved when he looks at the bath and ‘’reward’’ me with his word… That means he saw what I tried to do. Even if he says I was good, his voice was not sweeter. He still seems mad at me, and I know I’ve pushed too far… When I see his gun, I freak out. I try to get back but clearly, he doesn’t let me…He put it in my mouth and make it hard again to breathe, I just close my eyes, panicking like never right now…. Before I can have control of anything an awkward sound gets out of me, one that just shows him how afraid I am. It’s not enough anymore… I push it too far. How stupid I am… I should just listen and shut my mouth! My breathing got faster when he armed the gun… I try to keep calm, but I suck at it! Now, if my mouth was free, I think he could hear me say I’m sorry for the next hours. When he let me go and raise my breath again and I had to work hard to stay where I am and not let me go in tears. I never was the girl who always cry but now, I’ve never been that afraid. I watch him move, grabbing something different and putting it in the bath. When he speaks to me again and tells me what to do, I just nod my head again and start now to work. The stuff he put in the bath was stronger, it burns my skin on the touch, but I don’t stop. I always think he won’t kill me but now I’m not so sure anymore. I give it my best, but I was watching my work even if I was working hard, I know. It won’t be enough for him. I try to scrub harder for the time I was left when he alerts me on the time was almost up… He put the gun back in his jeans and came closer to watch the work I’d done. Again, he speaks, and I can’t answer with my voice, but with the gag, I can so I just nod… He says to me to stay still so I do. I choose this time to listen. For today I’ve learned my lesson. He turns and opens the water; I watch him move and stay still as he asked me. He turns to me then without a warning he rips the shirt out of my body. I let a whimper get out of my mouth with the surprise of his act. After that, he said to me to strip, so even if at this moment, I feel more vulnerable than ever, I listen. I strip off all my clothes and just stay still in front of him, fighting hard to stay like that and don’t cover myself and I wait for him to say what he wants me to do now…

I understood she would not get in the bath unless I ordered her to. That alone sends a great shiver down my spine. What a great pet she is when she’s giving some effort. I take my sweet time, my stare going from her feet to her eyes. I can’t help how proud I am she just stayed still. My voice betrayed me as I cooed her.

-What an obedient kitten you’ve become.

I decided to take things further. I closed the distance between me and the girl and slowly, painfully slowly, I scooped her in my arms and laid her down in the hot water. I knew she was not eager to feel my skin against hers, but that was all the better for me. I approached my hand as I would with a stray cat. I softly grabbed the top of her hair - without any intention to make it painful - to make her look at me.

-The collar is staying. You won’t be able to drown yourself or try to make it out the window this way.. but I could remove the gag for you to eat later. Be nice until then.

I got away and placed the chair in the door frame, not inside the bathroom nor outside. I extended my arm to take something on the shelf next to me. A book. I was not a great reader when I was young, but I did not always had WIFI where I was. The connection sucked a lot… hence how I grew into reading. Gore book, thriller, most of the time, but I would try things here and there. I red almost half an hour before I decided it was enough. I loudly grazed my chair on the floor, letting the book fall on the seat. In the distance, I yelled :

-Last call, doll.

I knew I had tossed her ripped t-shirt away, but I did not intend to give her a new one yet. I gave her a towel and asked the girl to rise. Carefully, I unlocked the collar and removed it from her neck. Her skin was imprinted and had a purple shade from my tantrum earlier. I stared. Beautiful. Silently, I escorted her to the basement. She was to get chained to her bed again because I would not weaken my hold on her at this point. If I were to snap again, I would do things that would break her beyond repair. So once she was still on her bed, I got out to get food. I did not cook, the bath being enough of a reward in itself, but I gave her edible goods that would be great knowing she did not eat in two days. Then and only then, I removed the gag.

-It’s only for a minute, doll. Better enjoy the only time you have to relax your jaw.. maybe tomorrow, we could put it aside. Maybe.

Up to my promise, I replaced the gag in her mouth once she finished her plate. When I left her alone, it was for the night. She needed alone time and I, for one, needed a booty call. That one night, for once I decided not to go out. Around an hour later, a curvy blond was at my door. I knew the brunette downstair was unable to shout, but my guest knew I was not an accountant. She would tell no tales if she heard something either. We had a great time, but I nonetheless showed her the door around one in the morning. There was no way she was to stay the night. I did not enjoy sleeping next to those girls I railed for fun. I decided not to give any chores to the brunette the next day. I gave her food and exited the basement, coming to see her only to put back the gag at night since I fucked a girl at home every day from now on. Same the next day and the latter. This night, I slept like a rock, only to be awakened by the bell the next morning. I opened my front door to a little package, the delivery guy already getting in his car and roaring his motor to get away from my cabin. Surely the DNA test.. But I did not open it. I came down to the basement and addressed myself to my captive for the first time in days.

-Good morning, doll.

I did not want to see her too often after I snapped at her - it was too risky. But now I had no choice. I had to swap her to get DNA in the test. I approached the bed :

-Your time is almost up, here… but before that…

I removed her gag as I did every morning, but I kept it in my hands as I asked :

-Will you do as I say?