I lay still and stare at the sunlight that seeps through a crack in the rough wooden wall. Then I shift a little, and the springs of the small bed jangle under me. I moan, but it is faint- a handkerchief is stuffed in my mouth, and the lower part of my face is wrapped in a tight band of adhesive tape. My hands are flung above my head and fastened to the headboard with two pairs of handcuffs. I am in a strange, dilapidated room. Large pictures of me are hung all over the walls, and a faded painting of me is at the far end of the room. In the middle of the room is a rickety oak table and a cane-bottomed chair. The door in the corner of the room opens, and two people stepped in, Master and who I thought was my boyfriend, Akaito. Master smiles deviously and walks to the chair, as Akaito frowns mouthing the words, "I'm sorry."
Master looks up at Akaito and impatiently says,"what are we going to do with this piece of garbage?" as if I'm not even there.
"It's up to you, Master," he answers,"but don't you think you're being a little hard on him?"
"Akaito, he has done this plenty of times and I've let him get away with it" Master rebuttles "But sir, he just wants to be with me" Akaito replies to defend my side, trying to regain my trust.
I lay there watching them argue over what happens to me. They pretend I'm not even there. I start making noises to get there attention.
Akaito looks at me. "Sir, don't you think you should be the least bit considerate and give him something to drink?"
"He'll be fine, Akaito. He just needs to calm down, or I can do that for him." Master smiles again while looking at a small blade on the wall.
Okey. I think this is better. :3 I do has a devilish side c: lovely~ isn't it?