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The time that Mark spent away, passed slowly. Melisa waited on the floor, still occasionally allowing a fresh few tears to break her demeanour and slowly slide down her face. She still had no way of judging time passing. Every small sound seemed to vibrate the walls of the basement she had been trapped in. Every time she heard a noise, whether it was just water running through the pipes, or possibly a footstep from upstairs, whatever it was, each time she jerked round and eyed the door suspiciously for a few minutes, not daring to move, before relaxing, until the cycle began again.
After what was only, in reality, about an hour and a half, dark thoughts ran through Melisa's mind
"What if he doesn't come back for me?" she panicked, "is he just going to leave me here to die?"
As she began to panic, her breathing rate increased. Her palms became sweaty and she could see her pulse beating harshly just beneath her flushed skin.
Thump. Thump. The sound resonated through the silence.
Mark, seeing all this on the cameras he had installed, saw the rise and fall of her chest and groaned. He could, of course, have gone down and reassured her, but decided against it. He didn't want to have to punish her again yet, and she needed to get her head round the situation before she even had a chance of behaving as was expected.
He mused over the events of earlier. He hadn't meant to spank her as hard as he had. He had forgotten just how new and innocent she was. Not knowing whether to apologise or just get her to respect his will, he waited, watching with hunger in his eyes at his beautiful girl.
He reminded himself that he must be careful, he couldn't lose control. Something about the girl made him loose his carefully maintained calm. Then he smirked. Running through emotions like only he could. His girl was going to learn to behave, he decided. After all, Mark didn't want to keep Melisa locked in the basement forever. He pictured a time, perhaps far in the future, when he would be able to trust her to sleep in his bed with him and he would be able to take her shopping, and she would be able to look after him, and him, her.
"Taking her was the best idea I ever had" he thought congratulating himself on what he decided must be a stroke of pure genius unmatched by any act of any other man alive. He pondered what to do with the girl when he went down. He was dying to spank her and abuse her again, but he didn't want to break her.
If he was not careful, like a child, he would break his toy because he wasn't patient enough to play nicely. After thinking all this through and letting the scenarios battle themselves out in his head, he finally decided to attempt to be nice to her; he would try and be a shoulder to cry on for a while. Equally, however, he knew if she stepped a toe out of line, he must rectify the situation quickly and efficiently. He could not allow ideas of misbehaviour to cross Melisa's mind, ideas like that would be no good for either of them.
Deciding to leave her to think over her punishment for a while, Mark went and watched some television for a while. He sat on the sofa, flicking through the channels multiple times, unable to settle on a program, with the fire that was quenching him. He was not the most patient of men, and was desperate to go and check on his acquisition, but he had to stay strong, it wouldn't help for him to go charging in there and fucking her senseless; well, that's what he tried to convince himself.
Melisa, on the other hand, was, for the most part, bored. She had been forced to accept that she couldn't do anything about her situation; she tried to get out of the bondage she had been left in, but was unable. She couldn't know when Mark was coming back, so had no way of preparing herself, and she didn't know how she could fight him off yet. She knew she had to be compliant as much as she was able. After all, she decided, submitting to him wouldn't make her weak, it would make her strong. Being able to submit to someone whatever they wanted, to keep herself safe, she didn't see how anyone would call that the weak option. She also needed to try and keep herself, for the most part, unharmed.
As much as Melisa had promised she would be patient and accept whatever was to come, she was easily frustrated, and found herself testing the utmost limits of the chains length. Finding she could pace in a small circle, she wondered round and round, until she became dizzy, at which point she stopped turned around and paced in the other direction.
It had been about two and a half hours since Mark had left when he gave in to his impatience. It was plenty long enough, he decided, and hurriedly grabbed the keys and opened the door to his little dungeon. Fumbling with the key in the lock, with his excitement to get down to the girl, he was aware that he was maybe less in control than he should have been. This time Melisa knew it was actually the door, and wondered how she could have mistaken it before. She took a deep breath and repeated encouraging sentiments to herself.
"I can do this; I will be stronger than him." And other motivational phrases. She tried to even out her breathing. Mark walked up to her confidently and calmly, hiding his raging desires on the inside. He grabbed her face, lightly, by the cheeks, and pulled it in a manner so her eyes were forced to meet his own.
"Good," he whispered "I see a little fire within these eyes, slut," he paused allowing his words to lightly echo in the silent room. Melisa shuddered,
"A feisty little subbies like you will be much more fun to break" His menacing tones struck inside Melisa, and he saw the little bit of fire break, and the natural emotions came to the forefront of her mind. He saw all the emotions flash across her face.
Anger. Hurt. Betrayal. Confusion. Sadness.
Mark expected it as all of these emotions pooled together as a single tear. The single tear ran down her face and dripped down her chin onto her breast. Then the floodgates opened. Melisa tried to stop herself, but every time she as almost there she started again, sobbing.
"ple-as-s-se s-s-sir" she sniffled, "please, let m-m-m-e g-g-go" She hadn't even noticed his arm around her until he squeezed her in what he decided was a reassuring manner. At which she stiffened. She had already failed to maintain the calm and strength she had promised herself. She found herself uttering the words of many captives in the past:
"I won't tell anyone, if you let me go, just let me go, nobody will find out"
She couldn't look away from him, and his eyes were unyielding in their penetrative stare. She sighed at her own stupidity, she knew pleading and begging wasn't the way to regain freedom. Another thought crossed her mind. Was he going to punish her for speaking?
Mark had expected this conversation, this pleading. He used his resolve to stay calm and be kind.
"Now, now little one," Mark soothed, "you know I can't do that. I'm kinder than you think I am right now. Things will get better than you can even imagine right now. You will love me" he stated sounding so certain Melisa didn't even think of denying it.
"I'm not even going to punish you for speaking right now," he continued, "what's going through your mind pet?" Melisa didn't even realise how much she needed someone to talk to, and by the look of it she only had one option. She opened her mouth to speak, and then shut it again in confusion. What could she say without him punishing her?
"I won't punish you for your thoughts, talk to me, I might be able to make things better." Mark tried to comfort her. On the one hand he wanted to know her thoughts, he may be able to use them to train her, use her fears as punishment and her hopes as reward. On the other hand, a strange emotion was seeping through him, one that most people would be fairly familiar with, but Mark living a fairly secluded life, hadn't felt in years. The emotion, of course, was guilt.
Mark didn't regret his actions by a long shot, however he preferred the screaming and shouting to the sobbing. The screaming and shouting he could deal with, she could call him any name in the book, and he would be able to laugh it off, or use it as an excuse to punish her to his heart's content. Crying on the other hand, he could do little with, and it made him more uncomfortable than he had imagined it would. Finally seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Melisa allowed herself to open up to him.
"I'm scared," she reluctantly admitted, taking a deep steadying breath.
"What are you scared of my love?" Mark asked, trying to be the good guy. Melisa cringed at the title, but needed to go on now she had started.
"What if something happens to you? What if I get locked in here with no way to escape? What are you going to do with me? Am I never going to see anyone I know ever again? Will I never get to go outside and see the sky again? Are you going to rape me? Are you going to keep punishing me like you did earlier? How will I get food, and water, and exercise?" She carried on with one hundred and one questions, letting all her worries and concerns out. Mark sighed. The reality of having a kidnapped girl in his basement was surprisingly different to the fantasy. Of course he had expected rebellion, and upset, but for the first time he saw the girl he had captured as a real human being, although only for a moment, he took pity on the girl.
"You're going to have to trust me" he stated. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. Will you behave for me, and we're going to go talk things through?" Melisa nodded. Confused at the level of sympathy he seemed to be emanating.
"I'm going to have to cuff your hands and feet for this, pet" Mark continued "but I won't hurt you if you don't give me reason to, ok?"
"Yes sir" Melisa sniffed.
