I finally opened my eyes when Dak returned. I still couldn't look at his face, but I saw him well enough to see that he was wearing gym shorts & t-shirt. I took that as a hopeful sign. Maybe this was over.
Dak reached down and untied me. Still gagged, I sat up slowly, trying to rub the circulation back into my arms and legs. He sat across from me on the sofa watching me quietly. I was naked still and was about to remove the gag when he got up and stepped over to me.
"Nnnnppphhh?" I moaned as Dak pulled my arms behind me and bound my wrists again.
"Let's get you to the bathroom and clean you up."
I did look up then. I had to see if Dak looked as different as he sounded. Reaching down he helped me to wobbly feet and led me down the hallway and into the bathroom. I was still eyeing him warily as the door was shut and locked it behind us.
Once there, I sank to the floor with my back against the wall and just sat there a while, pulling my knees to my chest. I didn't cry. This was the time I needed to pull myself together. I had no idea what time it was. The ordeal had seemed to last for hours and hours. Surely it was late. I was frantic with worry about getting home, I thought with real pain. I then looked up and saw a small digital clock on the shelf. 7:22 it said. NO WAY!! I looked away from the clock as Dak turned the shower on. Helping me back up he assisted me in as my hand were still tied behind me. I stood under the hot cascading water as Dak gently washed me down scrubbing me as best he could. I closed my eyes and opened them again. I hadn't realized how it would feel to be used. The spray ended as he then dried me off and wrapped the towel around my lower body when he was done
I looked at myself in your bathroom mirror. I was deflated and beaten.
"We need to talk," Dak said as he unlocked and opened the bathroom door. "Actually, I need to tell you something."
"mmmhhhrrfff?" Despite being gagged and my hands tied at the small of my back something in the way Dak spoke soothed me a little...just a little. I just wanted to get home and was still a little concerned to refuse. I became worried when he turned me down the hall leading me to a bedroom.
Slowly we approached the bed and we both sat on the edge, I was as far away from him as was possible. Dak looked confused but shrugged and then turned towards me.
"Okay," Dake began, "I just wanted to tell you...well alot I'd like to say but nothing you really want to hear."
Confused, I looked over at him. "Uuurrfffhhh?" I forgot I was still gagged.
"But I will tell you this...don't go to anyone or tell anyone about all of this." I was startled and squirmed a bit on the bed and felt the towel come slightly loose around my waist. "I have kept everything you ever sent me. Emails, pictures, stories...even the few calls & text messages."
