"Don't touch me!" as whimpered as I scooted my back against the wall.
"Come on now. Is this how you're going to be? This is not how you were acting earlier." He inched closer.
"Don't come near me. I swear I'll scream." I was so scared it was getting hard to breathe, much less say anything.
"Nothing I love more than a screamer Isabella." He whispered in my ear.
"Why are you doing this?"
"That's what they always ask Isabella. 'Why me?' 'How can you do this?'………. It's always the same questions. And I'll answer you like I answered them. Because. I. Can." He pronounced the last bit fiercely.
"Can't you just…. let me go? I promise I won't say anything to anyone."
"You won't say anything. I have no doubt about that. But I'm not letting you go. I'm not done with you yet. We are going to have fun tonight Isabella. Well, at least I will. Now Isabella, I'm going to tie your feet and hands together. You can be nice, or you can be naughty about this. I would suggest to you that nice would be the way to go."
I hung my head and stuck out my arms. He tied them around my back. Then he moved on to my feet. I was being hog-tied.
"That wasn't so bad now was it Isabella?"
I shook my head and closed my eyes as tears stung the corners.
"Open your mouth Isabella."
I did as I was told. He stuck towel in my mouth.
"Now Isabella, even though you said you wouldn't scream, well, I just don't trust you. That towel should keep you quite while I go get your friends." I screamed through the towel. NO NOT THEM! "Now now Isabella. You said you would be nice. Are you going to break your promise to me?" I shook my head. "Like I said before, I don't trust you. I think I may need to punish you Isabella."
Fear coursed through my body. I was shaking and sobbing. I could barely breathe with that damn towel in my mouth. I don't even want to know how this sick son of a bitch was going to punish me. I glanced around the space I was in. I don't recognize any of it. It was dark. I didn't see any windows, or where maybe they had been covered up. Maybe I was in a basement of some sort. I saw the man going through a big box on the floor next to me. I couldn't make out what was in the box. I heard loud bangs, like metal on metal. The man turned around sharply with what looked like a belt.
"Isabella, this is a belt. When you don't play nice, you shall be punished with this belt until I believe you have learned your lesson." He stalked toward me well he snapped the belt.
Tears were pouring down my face. I shut my eyes and prayed.
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