7. Now

Yet again I wake up sore and ignore the dried cum along my thighs. I fight to open my eyes, and when I do, I wish I could shut them again and forget. He actually raped me. Shuddering, I remember how he held me down and repeatedly thrusted into me. How my body gave in to him at the end. How it’s always given in to him.

Some way, somehow, I need to get out of here. I can’t let him brainwash me again. I was finally moving on. I was happy. I need to get back home.

It was clear that he was unhinged and hadn’t changed, but I never thought he would hurt me in that way. I wiggle my wrists and am relieved to find the handcuffs gone. I’m still restrained, but the silk rope is at least gentler than the cold, metal cuffs.

Bars surround me on all sides, and it’s hard for me to move. I’m lying on a hard surface and my knees are bent at an odd angle. I whimper as I try to straighten my legs.

“Ah, I see my little kitty is awake. I’m sorry to have to cage you, my pet, but I have to run some errands, and I don’t trust you not to try and leave me again.” I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, but close it when he holds up a remote. A beep sounds close to my ear, and I wince. The leather collar around my neck feels tight and ominous. Did he seriously put a shock collar on me?

“By the look in your eyes, I can tell that you have figured out what this little remote is for. Just be my good little pet, and you won’t need to find out. Understand, kitty?” He crouches down in front of me and taps my cage before climbing back to his feet. “Okay, now I should only be gone for a couple of hours. I love you, Cat.”

I watch as he walks out a metal door. No noise hits my ears from behind, so I think we’re alone here. Wherever here is. I glance around the sparse room, thankful he didn’t leave me in the pitch black. I have always been scared of the dark. Even before I fell in love with a monster.

How could I have been so stupid?