Enslaved
Compliance. It wasn't as if he disliked what he did, but he was also consciously aware of how abhorrent it all was. How damning. But complying was the only option. He owed his life to Alexei and was expected to replace his late slave within a year. His year was almost up, and he still hadn't laid claim on a girl yet.
At first, he took advantage of being back in the States. He gambled for months, taking a couple of different girls as his temporary slaves. He trained them the way Alexei had taught him so many years before. He broke them, gently at first and then without mercy, building them back up in his image. He preferred a woman predisposed to submission but could work with anything. He has a special talent for training girls, and Alexei saw that in him before he knew it himself.
After a while, Alexei caught wind of the gambling, and made threats. He had to work quickly but efficiently as well. So, he started at the library. An odd place it seemed at first, but the only place he could find that was quiet and peaceful. Drowned out, the noise from the city didn't register, only the sound of rustling pages and low conversation. That's where he found her.
She was beautiful and didn't flaunt it like other girls. It was as if she had no idea in the world just how beautiful she was, improbable as that seemed. He had trained many slaves, broke them down and built them back up. But never a girl like this one.
He had been watching her for months now. Following her to school and back each day. Analyzing, biding his time. If he moved too fast, he could traumatize her and make the whole training process take longer than his remaining allotted time. So, he watched her day in and day out; sometimes he even snuck into the backyard of her home, to sneak a peak in her downstairs bedroom window, watching her sleep.
He took what he wanted, that's the first lesson Alexei taught him as a boy. Whatever he wanted he could have, and all he'd ever wanted were women for as long as he could remember. He'd watch Alexei train his slaves, wishing for one of his own. It wasn't until he turned eighteen, he was gifted with his first. He would never forget his first.
He would demand her submission to him. He would make her want to submit to him. For she would earn pleasure.
***
The sun streamed in through the slits in the blinds. I admired the smoothness of my freshly shaved legs. My mouth was like cotton and so were my insides. Tequila sucks the life right out of me, and no matter what I tell myself, I would never be drinking it again. I chuckled to myself as I stretched and kicked the covers off me. Next weekend would more likely be the same.
I got out of bed and got dressed, heading off to class. Being in my early twenties was liberating. Until it wasn't.
I strode through the doors of my class and found my seat, taking notes throughout. Afterwards, I decided to do some homework in the courtyard, seeing as it was an impeccably sunny, blue skied day. I found a nice spot in the shade and plopped down into the grass. Pulling out my laptop, I got to work on stuff for the next day. After a while, the skies darkened. I smelled rain. I decided it was best to head home, before it started.
I waited at the bus stop for what seemed like forever. As I waited, a van pulled up to the curb with some sketchy looking dudes with mustaches in it. I put my headphones on without music and acted like I was digging through my bag for something.
The horn beeped once, and I looked up in dismay.
Fuck.
"Hola, cholita!" The driver hollered.
My cheeks flushed and I put my head back down, trying to ignore him. He hollered again and I stood up to start walking, as if I had somewhere to go on foot. I started walking at a brisk pace when I ran into something. I looked up and up.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry." At the same time as I bumped into the tall stranger, the creep in the van whistled at me. I wrapped my arms around the person standing tall before me. "Please play along," I whispered.
The stranger put his long arms around me, and I put my head to his chest. I could hear the men chortle, followed by the sound of tires squealing. Just then the bus flew by; since I wasn't at the sign, it didn't even stop.
"Fuck!" I threw my hands up and sighed heavily. I turned to the stranger and got a good look at him this time. He was not only tall, but his skin paled in comparison to my caramel tone. He was extremely handsome. Crystal, piercing blue eyes. Dark hair, buzz cut. He was clean shaven, wearing a black zip up jacket and running shoes. His demeanor was sullen in a way, making him not too approachable, but I had no choice but to ask. "You wouldn't own a car by chance, would you?"
His eyebrow hitched up and he looked amused. "I do. Need a ride?" His accent was subtle, not too thick, but noticeable. Russian, I thought.
My face reddened and I looked up at him, he was analyzing me from head to toe. "Yeah, but I could just wait for another bus, it's okay. Sorry for asking." I started to turn, regretting even asking, when his hand brushed my shoulder.
"Come on, I am just parked over here." He pointed across the street to the parking lot, and I bit my lower lip. I looked up at him again and he was watching me bite my lip. Tingles spread through my lower belly, and I cleared my throat, mentally shaking myself.
I followed him reluctantly, hoping he wasn't a serial killer. He seemed nice enough, kind of weird. But then again, he did help get me out of a potentially dangerous situation. I could only hope I wasn't putting myself in an even worse one. We got to his car, which was a huge truck that I struggled getting into. I buckled my seatbelt and turned to tell him my address.
Everything went black.
***
Subduing her wasn't difficult, although he felt guilty. He hadn't expected her to be so innocently naïve and charming. The way she bit her full lip in worry, he could almost see those little wheels turning in her pretty head. Her caramel skin, and long dark tresses that curled at the tips.
He had driven to the location Alexei had texted him and discreetly brought her inside to the most lavish and largest bedroom. He wanted her to have room, but not too much room to run. He had planned everything perfectly, getting her all the essentials she would need, without spoiling her.
Sofia. Her friends called her Sofie. He knew everything about her: family and social life. A fresh twenty years old. She went to her college classes Monday-Friday, spending time at home on the weekends helping her mother take care of her six kids. They were poor, living in a 3-bedroom home in a slummy part of Encinitas. The house itself was nice, but the neighborhood was dangerous. Sofie wore the same clothes almost daily, never revealing her body. Shirts that covered everything up to the neck, baggy. Pants that did not accentuate any of her curves, also baggy. He had often wondered what she looked like naked.
He tucked her in the fluffy California king sized bed and dimmed the lights, locking the door behind him. He wanted her to wake alone. He needed her to be scared. Not too scared it would ruin the experience he had planned for her.
***
I woke up, feeling groggy and hungover for the second day in a row. I yawned and rolled over, burying my face in my pillow. I breathed deeply and realized it didn't smell familiar. I furrowed my brows and I bolted upright, surveying my surroundings. I wasn't in my room. It wasn't my room.
My head pounded. I tried to recall the events prior to me waking up and it hit me altogether at once. The handsome stranger kidnapped me.
Oh no, no, no.
Panic set in; I couldn't seem to catch my breath. I jumped off the bed and ran to the locked door, pulling and jiggling the handle like a mad woman. I screamed through the cracks in the door, getting on my hands and knees to try to see anything through the bottom crack. I saw feet walking towards me and I jumped up, running back into the bed. I pulled the covers over my face, peeking over them.
