Chained in the Basement, Please Help
Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Coercion, Fiction, BDSM, Humiliation, Voyeurism,
Desc: True Sex Story: Chapter 1 - I was kidnapped. I'm chained in a basement and my kidnapper is gone. Please help find me.
Hello. My name is Meghan Hill, and I have been held captive by a man for two weeks now. Please help me.
I'm 24, I work in daycare, and I live at 304 Hilltop drive in Evergreen, Colorado. Yes, a Hill on Hilltop. Really. This is not some story I'm making up, I'm really a captive of this man, he has me locked in his basement. He has been gone for 4 days now.
I didn't dare post this until today because I thought he would come back and see it. But now I think he's not coming back. I'm afraid ... afraid he will come back and see this, and afraid he won't come back, and nobody will find me.
I don't know where I am. I think it's within a day of Denver, but I didn't see where he took me, and I was unconcious part of the time. I didn't see the outside of this house, or anything. And he told me the basement is soundproofed, and I haven't heard anything down here.
He put a cuff on my ankle and it's on a chain, that is bolted into the floor. I can't get it off, and I can only reach half of the room. I can't get to the door, but it's closed, and I think it's locked anyway.
He kept me down here naked. Even the bed is bare, no sheets or anything. So I'm still naked. I thought I'd get used to it, but I'm not, maybe it's because I have this stupid slave girl chain on my ankle?
Look, I could call him names for the rest of this page, really curse him out. Actually, that's the first thing I wrote, the third day he wasn't here, but I deleted it. He might still come back and read it, and I don't want to make him mad. He never hit me, but he kept talking about doing it if I pissed him off. I'm taking enough of a risk just writing this, aren't I?
Look, I'm really worried, because there's some food down here, but not a lot. I'm drinking lots of water and eating as little as I can. I'm scared, what if he never comes back? Oh, God...