**AUTHOR'S NOTE: Firstly, the story depicted is purely a work of fiction and I do not endorse any kind of nonconsensual interactions. Nor do I condone any type of sexual violence.
Secondly, thank you for reading. This is my first post and my first try at writing erotica. I included the first two "chapters" here but there are three others that I will post later on. I welcome any feedback you may have, and moreover, I hope you enjoy.**
CHAPTER 1 - KNOW YOUR PLACE.
DING.
The elevator abruptly stopped as the door opened slowly. Painfully slowly. Come on, she thought wearily. All she wanted was to eat dinner, curl up, and binge some Netflix. It was already almost midnight and every second she wasn't in bed felt like an eternity. The late shifts were killing her and they were definitely not worth the extra cash. The door finally rolled open fully and she stepped out into the hallway.
She adjusted the bag of groceries she had nestled in the crook of her arm and jammed her hand into her purse as she sauntered towards her apartment. The hall seemed too long on days like this. She just wanted to be home.
She clumsily fumbled with her keys as she pulled the jingling mass from her bag. Why do I have so many fucking keys? The familiar question went through her mind every day after work as she struggled to find the correct key for her apartment door.
Finally reaching her door she stood for a moment and took a long look at the faded paint on her door and the jagged cracks along the door frame. The lights along the long corridor to her left flickered, showing the rips and tears in the gaudy wallpaper that lined the hall. Dust and grime was packed into the grout between the small tiles along the floor and she cringed thinking of when they were last cleaned.
She sighed. I really need to move out of this shithole.
She shuffled again through her collection of keys before triumphantly pulling a small silver key from the bundle. She smiled and started to place the key into the door.
Suddenly she felt the firm grip of a hand on her waist as another enveloped her mouth before she could render even a gasp. Her keys clattered to the floor along with the bag of groceries.
Her hands flew to her mouth to pull the hand away so she might scream, or flee. Her heart beat into her ears and she struggled to breath against the palm that was pressed firmly against her face. Her ears were ringing as panic set in and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. The harder she pulled at the hand on her face, the tighter the grip on her face and waist became.
With her back to her assailant, she could feel their breath high on her neck, and as she wriggled and twisted to break free, she found herself blocked by a broad chested figure. She tried to kick her feet against the door, thrashing her legs wildly, but the figure was unmoved. Whoever it was, they had to be over six feet tall and the grip on her body told her they were strong. She was tall, not what one call petite. But even still, she measured herself up against the figure behind her. With his size and strength advantage she stood no chance. She was trapped.
Both of her hands attempted to pry the strong hand away and as she managed to free her nose from beneath the pressing palm she was overcome with a familiar scent. The musk of a colonge that she knew but could not quite place. It was a pleasant scent, intoxicating even. But she drove herself mad for a moment wondering why it seemed familiar. With this brief moment of clarity she began to thrash desperately. Throwing her arms, trying to land a hit at the figure behind her.
Suddenly the hand released from her waist and grabbed her wrist, wrapping both her own arm and a strong arm around her torso. The arm was covered by the sleeve of a black shirt. Any tattoos, scars, or identifying marks were hidden. The figure remained a stranger.
She could feel their breath against the side of her face now and as she turned away, the hand on her face tightened it's grip, holding her in place. She whimpered below the hand and allowed the tears she had been holding back to fall freely as she silently sobbed beneath the shadow of her captor
The only sound in the silence was her quiet sobs and various noise from the other apartments in the hall. So many people nearby and yet no one could help her.
Overcome with the reality of her situation she struggled against the figure behind her. A voice growled into her ear. She could feel the phantom lips move against her earlobe and she tried to turn her head away again. "Now, now. No need to act like that."
She froze and her breath became ragged beneath the hand over her mouth. "Aren't you going to invite me in Princess?"
The sentence was punctuated by a sharp bite along the side of her ear.
She was numb to the pain of her ear, numb to the hands on her-- numb to everything as a wave of realization washed over her. The colonge, the voice, and the nickname "Princess". She had heard it dozens of times before and suddenly the phantom image behind her became clearer.
"Why don't you pick up your keys, tidy up these groceries, and we can go inside?" The voice said gently before placing kisses along the side her neck.
She shuddered and jostled against the grip on her. The arm around her squeezed her tighter and she was pulled against her captors chest.
"I'll remove my hands...but if you scream, turn around, or try to run, you'll pay for it. Nod if you understand."
She stood against the figure, frozen in place and terrified of what would happen if she let him inside her apartment. The hand on her mouth moved quickly to her throat and wrapped around it tightly.
"I said nod if you understand. This evening will be so much more fun if you follow my instructions Princess."
She whimpered as she heard the nickname again. She knew who he was, and she knew what he wanted. She felt the hand tighten at her throat again.
"Nod. If. You. Understand." Each word was punctuated with a squeeze around her throat.
She struggled to breathe, feeling her blood pumping in her ears. Meekly she nodded her head as best she good. The grip loosened.
"That's my good girl. Now, gather your things. We are already behind schedule."
The arm loosened around her waist, releasing her own hand, as the hand fell away from her throat. She gasped, catching her breath and trying to steady herself as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Her hands shook as she wrapped her fingers around her keyring. She moved to put the keys in her pocket when suddenly the figure was behind her again, lowered to her level.
The hand snatched her keys out of her hand. "Let me help you."
The figure stood up, and with her head facing the ground she heard the jingling of her keys and the familiar click of the lock slipping out of place. She heard the doorknob turn and a second later the door to her apartment swung open.
"Don't forget your groceries dear." The voice said down to her.
Absent mindedly her hands groped for the paper bag and various items that lay scattered in the doorway of her apartment. She stared up at the dark entryway in front of her.
I could run, she thought. I could run in and block the door and call the cops.
As if he was reading her mind, she suddenly felt a stinging pain in her scalp as he had reached down and grabbed a handful of her dark hair. Gripping at the roots, he pulled her up violently, and slapped his hand back over her mouth before she could scream.
"You are wasting my time and trying my patience. Let's go inside."
He unceremoniously kicked the groceries she had gathered into the dark apartment and she watched through blurry, tear-filled eyes as the brown paper bag and bright colored produce disappeared into the darkness before them.
Realizing this was her last chance for freedom she tried desperately to break free. Kicking wildly and thrashing her limbs, her body rocked through the air trying to escape. Her scalp burned from his firm grip on her hair but she blocked it out. She needed to run.
Her blood ran cold as she heard a chuckle in her ear.
"Don't tucker yourself out, pet. I want you to keep some of that fighting spirit for me"
She sobbed into his hand and her eyes widened as he stepped forward. She tried to dig her heels in but he pushed her forward. She stuck her feet out to hold her away from the door but he kicked her feet out from under her, and dragged her into the apartment.
Terror gripped every part of her as he blocked the light from the hall with his broad frame. He pushed her forward with a rough shove and she fell to her knees. She turned quickly, just barely catching a view of his profile in the light as he closed the door. She heard the lock latch into place and the chain for the deadbolt slid loudly into the catch.
She was blind in the darkness. The only sounds were her own ragged breathing and whimpering sobs as tears freely fell down her cheeks. She was at his mercy now and she knew it.
She heard a heavy foot step and the rustle of his clothes before she was suddenly engulfed with terror. She looked around hopelessly. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness but she saw only ghostly outlines from the dim street light outside her apartment.
She gasped and tried to scuffle back along the floor as she heard another footstep. The figure lowered himself to the floor, resting on one knee. He reached out one hand and gently caressed the side of her face. She trembled against his hand and sobbed quietly. He wiped her tears away carefully and leaned forward into the light, illuminating his dark eyes in the shadows.
"We've no time for tears Princess. It's time for us to play."
CHAPTER 2 - FOLLOW THE RULES.
She stared into his eyes for a brief moment, horrified at the sudden realization and full comprehension of who her captor was.
Her mind spun through every time she had passed him in the hallway, every time she had greeted him in the elevator. She remembered the time he had helped her lift a new bookcase into her apartment and had noticed her "Princess" tiara from her birthday that year on her dresser. From that time on she was known to him as Princess. Her breaths shook and her lip trembled as she stifled a sob.
This shadow--this phantom--he was just a man, not an unknown boogeyman. It was her own next door neightbour, and she was his prisoner.
She shuffled back on the floor, trying to escape his reach. Hitting her back into her couch, she realized she had nowhere to go.
Again, she heard heavy footsteps as the tall, shadowy figure approached her in the darkness. Shaking and gasping between sobs she could make out the face of her attacker in the dim light that filled her apartment.
Seeing the famililar face, her terror suddenly turned to brazen rage. She lashed out angrily, getting to her feet and approaching him.
"What the fuck do you think you're doin--"
Before she could finish her sentence the back of his hand struck across her cheek. She cried out and stumbled back, putting her hands up to her stinging red skin on the side of her face.
She stood there in shocked silence, cradling her cheek and trying to make sense of what was happening.
Suddenly she heard a click and the entryway of her apartment was flooded with light. The lamp on the table near her front door shone brightly and next to it, he stood. A look of resigned frustration rested on his face and he let out a sigh.
"Princess..."
"Don't call me that." She snarled at him, still holding her face in her hands.
A bemused smile crossed his lips.
"Tsk tsk, you poor thing. You think you have a say in anything I do?"
She stepped back, knocking again into the couch back as he stepped forward.
He strolled past her to the middle of the room and switched on another lamp.
