I feel like this one might be a bit rushed so I apologise if you come across any grammar or syntax errors, I was just so keen to share it with you all. Enjoy!! Xxx
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I think I've been here for about a week now. I've had 4 sponge baths now, and they seem to be happening daily. And the meals are starting to become more frequent and reflective of proper meal times. I'm estimating 7 or 8 days since I was grabbed off the street in the middle of the night by my perfect kidnapper.
I had survived my first true punishment. I had been whipped and spanked within an inch of my life but I survived. And I was rewarded with one of the most glorious orgasms of my life. I don't know where this man learnt his oral skills but every man needs to go where he went.
Of course I was still trying to figure out a way to escape. My current plan was to get him to trust me enough so that I could move out of the garage. Then maybe once I had a bit more freedom I'd be able to figure out the next step. I'm trying to ignore the small voice in my head that cries a little bit each time I consider escaping. No. I have been kidnapped and raped. I need to get out of here and this man should be in jail. Shouldn't he?
I got a headache every time I tried to understand my mysterious kidnapper. He was just so gentle and caring the way he cleans me and feeds me and pleasures me. Surely if he was truly a psychopath he would just let me starve and take me for his own pleasure. The last time he visited me he didn't have an orgasm at all. It was all about me! Maybe in some sick perverted way he really does love me.
I hear the door start to unlock and eagerly sit up in the bed, hoping to try and make some conversation with my stranger. My goal today is to at least learn his name. He comes in to the garage, locking the door behind him, and stands at the foot of my bed, staring down at me. The look in his eyes is almost impossible to read.
"Hi," I smile up at him, hoping to break the ice and show that I wasn't scared or angry. He continues to stare down at me. "Can you at least tell me your name? All I want is something to call you."
"My name is Trey. You can call me Trey unless I tell you otherwise." His voice was so luxurious; I wish he would speak more. The deep gravelly tone just seems to resonate through my body. Trey, I could work with that.
"Thank you Trey, it's lovely to meet you," I try to look doe-eyed as I look up at him through my eyelashes, hoping to portray what I think is a look of innocence. Maybe I was laying it on too thick but I didn't have any other cards to play. He just chuckles at me and moves to pick my empty food tray. "Thank you for the meals," I blurt out, desperate for him to stay in the room. "I feel bad that you're always cooking for me. Maybe I could help? I could at least help clean up. Please?" I'm begging now, trying to keep hold of his attention as he moves towards the door.
He stills near the doorway, I can almost feel him debating internally how to respond to me. Slowly he bends and places the tray on the floor as he turns to look at me again. I look up at his eyes and hold them with mine, hoping to communicate to him that he can trust me. Hoping that he'll realise I'll do anything to at least get out of this cold, unyielding garage.
He moves over to the bed, standing right in front of me as he brings a hand down to stroke my face. I continue to hold his gaze with mine while holding my breath, unsure of his next move. He grabs my wrists, holding my hands together, and pulls me to my feet.
"I will show you to your room, but only if you promise to behave. And I will blindfold you while I walk you through my house. Understood?" I nod rapidly in response to him, eager to move out of the garage. He removes his shirt and ties it over my head so all I can see is darkness. He holds my hands behind my back and directs out of the garage.
I feel the cool tiles beneath my feet as I walk through his house. I can't hear any sounds of traffic, so we must be quite secluded, or at least in a very quiet part of town. It scares me as I realise that even if I do escape, I have no idea how to get back home, as I have no idea where I am. My breathing quickens as he hurriedly moves me through his house.
I feel carpet beneath my feet as I'm moved in to another room, and hear a door close behind me. Trey releases my hands and removes the blindfold. I blink a few times as my eyes adjust to the light and take in my new surroundings.
The room looks exactly like the garage, only the walls are painted red and the carpet is black. The colour scheme brings a heavy dungeon-feel to the room. The ceiling is covered in hooks and chains and pulleys. There is a large ornate four-poster bed against the main wall with a window above the headboard. But the window is just like the one in the garage, painted black, not letting any light in.
There is large wooden cross on one wall and a chest of drawers covered in padlocks near the bed. In addition there is the leather bench I was spanked over in the middle of the room and another rather ominous looking machine tucked away in the corner.
The main attraction however was the en suite bathroom. I walk over to find a large shower and spa, a toilet, a basin and a mirror. Staring in to the mirror I barely even recognise myself. I look pale and washed out (not that I was particularly tanned before), my waist-length chocolate brown hair is matted, in desperate need for a wash, and my hazel eyes look sunken and sad.
The biggest shock was seeing the marks on my skin from my punishment. There are bruises all over my stomach, arms, and legs. I turn to find similar bruises over my back and buttocks. No wonder it still hurts to move! I let out a small sob as the reality of my situation hits me. Immediately Trey is there, concern evident on his face, searching for the cause of my distress.
I close my eyes and back away from Trey and the mirror, unable to meet his questioning gaze. I lie on the bed and curl in to the fetal position as I let the spasms or horror and despair wash over me. How could I ever have started to trust this awful and violent man? How could I have let myself become attracted to him? I sob desperately into the pillow and don't even hear Trey leave the room.
Finally, exhausted and cried out, I uncurl and move over to the shower. I stand under the hot water for what feels like a century, letting the steam roll over, desperate to clean away his presence. As I eventually go to turn off the taps I realise there weren't any towels in the bathroom. I swear to myself as I realise I'll have to drip-dry in the cold before stepping out the shower and finding someone has left some towels on the cupboard while I was in the shower.
Grateful for the towels, but also slightly disturbed that he snuck into the room without me noticing, I dry myself and move over to the bed hoping to fall in to a deep sleep. Just as my eyes start to drift shut I hear the door unlocking and opening. God not now please! I'm so exhausted I just want to sleep! I stay still and steady my breathing, hoping to appear asleep in the hopes that he will leave me alone.
