Chapter 1

As my hair flies into my face, my knees to the ground, tears rolling down my cheeks, he pinches my chin to lift me up. I feel relief as soon as ours eyes meet and with a smile he picks me up inside his arms. Home at last. “Beauty comes from pain, my dear” he says softly. “You will be one hell of a butterfly trust me.”

A voice inside me kept on screaming that something is wrong. His tone is off. He never spoke like this, what is this sweetness all of a sudden? No anger, no resentment, just pure compassion. Why, of all the crisis I had, did he choose this one to open up?

Everything went into a blur. My vision fuzzed and as I fell back on the ground, the last thing I saw was his smile.

This isn’t right. No, it can’t be. What did he do to me?

Bright. Oh, so bright. “What is this?”

-” You’re safe, don’t worry”

Wait, who is this?

-”No one will hurt you”, says the voice. “ You’re in my domain and in here only me can touch you and I would never, ever, hurt you, love”

It’s him. I know it is. But I can now clearly say what’s wrong about him. Every time he spoke to me before this, his voice would crack on i sounds and he would call me by my name, not by nicknames. I groan and try to cover my eyes only to find that I’m strapped to a bed in my underwear.

He walks around it, his silhouette highlighted by the light behind him. I still can’t see his face.

-” Call me Sir, my love. As I said before, you are in my domain and by domain I mean dungeon. Oh, but don’t think of yourself as a princess in distress locked in a tower, no. Think of it as a slave in the cage she always belonged to. But you will never see it as a cage. Here you are free. Free of fear, of thoughts and of decision. I do everything for you and you do everything for me. I tried to talked you into it but you would never understand how important this is to me. So why not force you into it? Break your beautiful little mind in such a way that you will never think of anything else. You will think that you were made for this and, boy, will I build you into it.”

As he talked, I felt dread deep inside my stomach. I wanted to throw up, but not of disgust but more because my whole world was coming apart at the hands of a man that I

didn’t even know much. After all of it, what do I actually know of him?

He sits down next to me, finally casting him in the right light. He seems to have changed. His eyes are a deeper blue and he sleeked his black hair back discovering a scar from the top of his forehead to his left eye. His general black hoodie and jeans were changed to a blouse with ripped up jeans. It is a weird mix but it suits him perfectly. It makes him look weirdly sexy and mature. I feet his gaze on me, silently laughing at the way I’m scanning every new detail.

-”Are you done?”

His voice makes me jump. I didn’t notice I was staring for so long. I find myself thinking that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad and maybe I would enjoy this new man in front of me.

I fight this thought back deep inside my mind.

I take a breath to talk but...

-”You probably have a lot of questions right now. Save them for later. For now, I want to untie you so I can kiss my way from your cunt to your mouth and I can’t do this the way you are right now. Will you let me?”

Blood rushes out of my face, words stuck in my throat, but I slowly approve. Anything to get me out of these ropes.

-”What do you say, love?”

I swallow and whisper “Yes, Sir”. He smiles and answers :

-”Good girl.”

He begins to untie one knot at a time and slowly, but surely, I feel the grip loosen up. The more and more I can move, the more he watches me. I don’t want to be here, I don’t know what he expected. I would have to make a run for it. When all my limbs comes undone, he takes a moment to step back and look at my body. This is the moment. I jump on my feet and run. I just run. As soon as I go past him, I get grabbed by the neck and flipped to the floor. The impact resonates throughout my bones and I gasp for air.

-”You ungrateful bitch.”

The words are sharp against his teeth. He swings me to my knees. face against the floor, and starts binding my wrists to my ankle. I hear him cuss and mutters insults as he walks around the room gathering what sounds like chains.

A cold metal collar is put around my neck and when he locks it in place I feel both the weight of the chain and of my mistake. It really is a cage. I can’t escape this fate.

Tears begin to fill my eyes and I sob down on the ground. I plead and beg for him to let me go, that I will be good if he lets me be. I won’t cause any trouble out in the world and he’ll never see me again. But he doesn’t hear anything. He doesn’t listen anymore. I feel his hands on my ass and when he rips m panties open I let out a scream. Something slick and wet slides between my cheeks and without a warning he shoves it inside my hole. I gasp out of pain and cry loudly, what did I do to deserve this?

He moves it inside, spinning it until the lube get its job done and then in and out over and over again, my voice cracking and whining. I feel so dirty and violated.

-”You will learn to be sorry, baby.”

He says so and shoves his dick inside me as well. I suddenly feel full and hot. What the hell is this? Pain slowly shifts into pleasure and I get moist by myself. As he goes faster and harder so does my moans. Stuck in my position I can only let myself go and take in what he does to me and I surprise myself liking it. I look down and see him grinning. I follow his gaze and see my juice drip on the concrete. I feel him getting harder and bigger. This is way too much. I look back again and get a violent orgasm. He pulls himself out, cussing, as well as the toy making me squirm. He groans and grabs my neck in one hand coming down to my ear.

-”Next time you want to cum, you will have to ask for it, understood?” he says, holding my face in his other hand.

-”I’m sorry,” He squeeze harder.” I will, I’m sorry Sir”

He loosens his grip and let go of my face only to get himself inside me again.

-”I haven’t finished yet.”

Sleep still heavy on my eyes, I sit down my T-shirt slipping off my shoulder when I rise. Everything hurts. I look around, panic building up inside my stomach when I remember what happened. I seem to be elsewhere. The room that I’m in is way more cozy than the other one. Here, the bed has fluffy blankets and carpet under it. I see a wardrobe and a desk with a mirror at one side of the room and on the other side, a see-through shower, a toilet and a sink. It is all equipped for my comfort but also equipped to not have to leave it.

I hear a knock on the door and I retreat back into the bed keeping my legs up to my chest. The door opens and a well groomed boy walks in.

-”Hello, Miss B. Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes. Mister expects you to be prepared.”

And as fast as he came in, he’s out. Who was that? He seems too young to be involved in that kind of stuff, why would he be here? How long have I been sleeping?

So many questions dances in my head. If I could just go back to sleep and never wake up from this nightmare ... As I close my eyes, flashes of what he did to me go by and I open them up, panting. I can’t even escape in my sleep.

With no other choice I get up and walk towards the shower. I go past the mirror and with just a glance I can see he left his mark. My neck is red, my wrists and butt cheeks are bruised. I stare a bit longer and ... Is that blood? There between my thighs ... I panic and hop in the shower. I rinse and scrape myself thoroughly trying to get this dirtiness out of me. The more I scrub I can feel tears swelling up. No, not now.