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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"It's the same as basically every other day. Checking into another room, another hotel. Crashing on the bed, a bottle of vodka in one hand, room key in the other. When thoughts of him fill my head, it's physically painful to breathe. The liquor is the only thing that can soothe the sting and ease my racing mind. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI've been running from him for nearly three years now. No, not from him exactly. Just from the thoughts of him. If I can just make it to the next town, the next man, the next drink…. Maybe it will be enough. Maybe I can finally get some peace. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWith my head spinning and stars forming, I drag my feet to the tiny bathroom and groan at the thought of taking a shower. I grab a towel and washcloth, starting the water and wishing I was anywhere else. Wishing I was still in his arms, cradled in his hands. As the tears threaten to spill down my cheeks, I swipe my left hand under both eyes, shaking my head and stepping into the lukewarm water. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"As I step out of the small shower, I am feeling much more like myself. It's amazing how much that simple act can clear my head and remind me of exactly who I am and what I want. I smile to myself and throw my hair up in the damp towel. I grab my makeup and get dressed. Black jeans, black fitted tee, distressed leather jacket, natural makeup, with my shoulder length ruby hair cascading around my shoulders. Walking out of the hotel door, I am ecstatic. I am ready to take on the world. I am ready to claim what is rightfully mine. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"With it being Thursday night, I step out onto the street and am not the least bit surprised to find it nearly deserted. Most people have work tomorrow and families to tuck in at home. Bed time stories to read. Baths to give. Memories to make. I lightly shake my head to clear the thoughts and start walking, destination unknown. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter about twenty minutes of walking, taking in the sites, I turn down a pitch-black alleyway. Well, not truly pitch-black. There is a small light on the right wall, about halfway down. emHow strange/em, I think to myself, my feet leading me directly to it. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanUpon reaching it, the wall looks a little bit…off. Like it has a recess or shape outlined. It appears to be a doorway, though there is no handle or hinges or any indication that it actually functions. I push against it but it doesn't budge. Pulling a flask out of my jacket pocket, I unscrew the cap and take a long swig, feeling the vodka burn like acid with every swallow. Slumping against the outlined doorway, I screw the cap back on, return the bottle to my pocket, and head back down the alley toward the street, wondering where to go now. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI find myself in a 50's style diner with a hamburger, fries, and a strawberry shake in a matter of an hour. My buzz is wearing off now. My head feels a bit foggy. As I take a sip from the milkshake, I glance up and see the most gorgeous human I have ever laid eyes upon. He is tall, fit, jet black hair down nearly in his eyes, baseball cap turned backwards. I can feel his energy from across the diner. It's damn near electric./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWatching his jaw move as he takes another bite, the way his hands move, the tattoos on his forearms flexing. emHoly fuck!/em I start sputtering as a chunk of strawberry comes in contact with my uvula, nearly throwing the cup to the floor. emGod damnit, you idiot! /emI slap down a $20 bill on the table, grab my jacket, and stomp outside as quickly as possible. Leaning against the next building to catch my breath, I try to calm myself down and not jump out in front of the next moving car in the street just to end my embarrassment. emHow fucking stupid are you?/em /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanemUgh, it's no wonder he left you. You can't even manage to drink a milkshake without nearly killing yourself! SO embarrassing. /emI'm trying to drown out the self-hate but it's difficult today, especially after making a total idiot out of myself. Running my hands through my freshly dyed hair, I push off the building and head out to find my hotel again. I head down a dark alley, thinking it's a shortcut back to the hotel. About halfway down the alley, there's a door. A solid metal door to be exact. How weird is that? Looking around, I don't see any clues as to what this door might lead to. I try the knob but find that it's locked. Disappointed, I shimmy it a bit, just to be sure, before letting it go and continuing on my way. When I finally turn the corner, I see the neon sign for the hotel about a little ways ahead. Once I'm safely back inside my room, the liquor finds its way to my hand again as I gulp it down like it will fix all the broken pieces in my soul. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter two days of self-pity, I head back out on the town. I find myself in the same little diner again. I had fully intended to avoid this place like the plague, but I'll admit I'm curious. Was he just passing through? Plus, that was the best burger I've had in a long time and I'm famished. I haven't eaten since the milkshake incident. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanThe waitress, her tag says Cindy, is sweet as tea in the deep south. She brings my burger, cheese fries, and Coke in record time. The diner is empty today, minus an older couple at the bar and a mom and son at another table, tucked into the corner. No handsome stranger in sight today. I eat quickly, pay my tab, and head out the door, just as the sun sinks down behind the buildings across the street. I put my earbuds in and head off in the opposite direction of the hotel. I want to see what else there is in this town./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI've been walking in circles for hours now. It's completely dark out and I'm getting sketched out a bit. It's eerily quiet, even with just one earbud in now. The music helps me keep my sanity though. My mind is racing with unease and I can't seem to recall which way I came from anymore. I feel like I've been here a thousand times yet never seen this spot before in my life. emThis is what you get for wanting to go exploring, genius. Now you have no choice. Good luck not dying tonight./em /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanIgnoring my thoughts, I turn down a dark street. Within seconds, I recognize it. This is the alleyway with the weird door outline, except there's no light on tonight. Weird. At least I sorta know where I am now though. Maybe I can find my way back to the…../span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What the actual FUCK?!" I scream as soon as my mouth is uncovered. "Who are you and where the fuck am I?!" I still can't see anything. All I can smell is cigarette smoke and sweat. Maybe some blood. Can you even smell blood? I take a quick mental note of the smells and sounds. I hear ice in a glass, music in the background, heavy shoes (boots maybe?) against the floor. Men talking in the distance. emWhere the fuck am I? /em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI don't hear him move, but I can feel his presence in the room, coming closer. A finger touches my face, starting from my left temple, down my cheek, across my lips. All I can feel is pure rage. Blinding hatred. Just when I open my mouth to repeat my questions, his hand is iron around my throat. He cuts off my protests in an instant. There's no doubt this man is in control here and I am helpless. Well, not entirely./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI slam my knee up into his groin, rolling to my right as he lets out a groan and releases my neck. As soon as my weight shifts, I realize how stupid this was. My hands are still tied, still blindfolded. This is bad. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanemWhat the…. Is he actually laughing? Oh no no no. Fuck./em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHis hand is back around my throat, making my head swim. I can feel his glare burning holes through my head. emI am in so much trouble, /emI think to myself before my ears start ringing and everything fades away. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWhen I peel my eyes open against the pain in my head, I'm surprised to actually be able to see. No more blindfold. The room is dark and silent, the only noise coming from me moving around to get a better look. emWhy am I on a bed? Why am I handcuffed?! /emMy heart rate picks up its pace until I remember what happened before I blacked out. I slump back against the comforter and release a sigh I didn't know I was holding. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What's the matter, princess?" I hear a light chuckle from the corner of the room. emOf course you're not alone. He isn't that stupid./em A small table lamp blazes to life, illuminating the corner. He is sitting in an oversized chair, hands folded in his lap, a small smirk on his lips. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI turn my head to the opposite side, closing my eyes and wishing I was anywhere but here, wherever here is. emHow in the world am I going to get out of this mess?/em Feeling completely lost, I turn back over and look at him, making eye contact for the first time. His steely grey eyes are enough to make my breath catch in my throat. They're incredible. Beautiful yet haunted. span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Where am I? And why am I here?" I manage, not even expecting him to answer. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Where you are is not important, nor is how you got here. You are here with me now, and you will remain here." His deep voice is full of confidence, almost arrogance. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"The actual fuck?!" I scream at him. "There's no way I am staying here. You don't own me, you cocky son of a bitch!" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe smirks at my words, folding and unfolding his hands rhythmically. He waits for me to finish my tirade before he continues. "As I was saying, you will remain here. In time, you will come to enjoy this place. Here, you can explore your wildest desires with no judgement or ridicule. You will be happy here, just give it time. There is nothing off limits, nothing too out there to bring to the table for discussion. I will do everything in my power to make your fantasies come true, as well as my own. In time, you will submit to me on your own. Until then, you will remain in this room. Upon submission, you will be allowed to roam this place as you wish, but not before then. Do you understand?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI roll my eyes. This is some bullshit. It looks like I'm out of options, so there's no sense in arguing at this point. "Can you at least let me out of these cuffs? They're killing my wrists," I say to him, giving in for the moment./span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"It's the same as basically every other day. Checking into another room, another hotel. Crashing on the bed, a bottle of vodka in one hand, room key in the other. When thoughts of him fill my head, it's physically painful to breathe. The liquor is the only thing that can soothe the sting and ease my racing mind. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI've been running from him for nearly three years now. No, not from him exactly. Just from the thoughts of him. If I can just make it to the next town, the next man, the next drink…. Maybe it will be enough. Maybe I can finally get some peace. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWith my head spinning and stars forming, I drag my feet to the tiny bathroom and groan at the thought of taking a shower. I grab a towel and washcloth, starting the water and wishing I was anywhere else. Wishing I was still in his arms, cradled in his hands. As the tears threaten to spill down my cheeks, I swipe my left hand under both eyes, shaking my head and stepping into the lukewarm water. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"As I step out of the small shower, I am feeling much more like myself. It's amazing how much that simple act can clear my head and remind me of exactly who I am and what I want. I smile to myself and throw my hair up in the damp towel. I grab my makeup and get dressed. Black jeans, black fitted tee, distressed leather jacket, natural makeup, with my shoulder length ruby hair cascading around my shoulders. Walking out of the hotel door, I am ecstatic. I am ready to take on the world. I am ready to claim what is rightfully mine. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"With it being Thursday night, I step out onto the street and am not the least bit surprised to find it nearly deserted. Most people have work tomorrow and families to tuck in at home. Bed time stories to read. Baths to give. Memories to make. I lightly shake my head to clear the thoughts and start walking, destination unknown. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter about twenty minutes of walking, taking in the sites, I turn down a pitch-black alleyway. Well, not truly pitch-black. There is a small light on the right wall, about halfway down. emHow strange/em, I think to myself, my feet leading me directly to it. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanUpon reaching it, the wall looks a little bit…off. Like it has a recess or shape outlined. It appears to be a doorway, though there is no handle or hinges or any indication that it actually functions. I push against it but it doesn't budge. Pulling a flask out of my jacket pocket, I unscrew the cap and take a long swig, feeling the vodka burn like acid with every swallow. Slumping against the outlined doorway, I screw the cap back on, return the bottle to my pocket, and head back down the alley toward the street, wondering where to go now. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI find myself in a 50's style diner with a hamburger, fries, and a strawberry shake in a matter of an hour. My buzz is wearing off now. My head feels a bit foggy. As I take a sip from the milkshake, I glance up and see the most gorgeous human I have ever laid eyes upon. He is tall, fit, jet black hair down nearly in his eyes, baseball cap turned backwards. I can feel his energy from across the diner. It's damn near electric./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWatching his jaw move as he takes another bite, the way his hands move, the tattoos on his forearms flexing. emHoly fuck!/em I start sputtering as a chunk of strawberry comes in contact with my uvula, nearly throwing the cup to the floor. emGod damnit, you idiot! /emI slap down a $20 bill on the table, grab my jacket, and stomp outside as quickly as possible. Leaning against the next building to catch my breath, I try to calm myself down and not jump out in front of the next moving car in the street just to end my embarrassment. emHow fucking stupid are you?/em /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanemUgh, it's no wonder he left you. You can't even manage to drink a milkshake without nearly killing yourself! SO embarrassing. /emI'm trying to drown out the self-hate but it's difficult today, especially after making a total idiot out of myself. Running my hands through my freshly dyed hair, I push off the building and head out to find my hotel again. I head down a dark alley, thinking it's a shortcut back to the hotel. About halfway down the alley, there's a door. A solid metal door to be exact. How weird is that? Looking around, I don't see any clues as to what this door might lead to. I try the knob but find that it's locked. Disappointed, I shimmy it a bit, just to be sure, before letting it go and continuing on my way. When I finally turn the corner, I see the neon sign for the hotel about a little ways ahead. Once I'm safely back inside my room, the liquor finds its way to my hand again as I gulp it down like it will fix all the broken pieces in my soul. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter two days of self-pity, I head back out on the town. I find myself in the same little diner again. I had fully intended to avoid this place like the plague, but I'll admit I'm curious. Was he just passing through? Plus, that was the best burger I've had in a long time and I'm famished. I haven't eaten since the milkshake incident. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanThe waitress, her tag says Cindy, is sweet as tea in the deep south. She brings my burger, cheese fries, and Coke in record time. The diner is empty today, minus an older couple at the bar and a mom and son at another table, tucked into the corner. No handsome stranger in sight today. I eat quickly, pay my tab, and head out the door, just as the sun sinks down behind the buildings across the street. I put my earbuds in and head off in the opposite direction of the hotel. I want to see what else there is in this town./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI've been walking in circles for hours now. It's completely dark out and I'm getting sketched out a bit. It's eerily quiet, even with just one earbud in now. The music helps me keep my sanity though. My mind is racing with unease and I can't seem to recall which way I came from anymore. I feel like I've been here a thousand times yet never seen this spot before in my life. emThis is what you get for wanting to go exploring, genius. Now you have no choice. Good luck not dying tonight./em /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanIgnoring my thoughts, I turn down a dark street. Within seconds, I recognize it. This is the alleyway with the weird door outline, except there's no light on tonight. Weird. At least I sorta know where I am now though. Maybe I can find my way back to the…../span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What the actual FUCK?!" I scream as soon as my mouth is uncovered. "Who are you and where the fuck am I?!" I still can't see anything. All I can smell is cigarette smoke and sweat. Maybe some blood. Can you even smell blood? I take a quick mental note of the smells and sounds. I hear ice in a glass, music in the background, heavy shoes (boots maybe?) against the floor. Men talking in the distance. emWhere the fuck am I? /em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI don't hear him move, but I can feel his presence in the room, coming closer. A finger touches my face, starting from my left temple, down my cheek, across my lips. All I can feel is pure rage. Blinding hatred. Just when I open my mouth to repeat my questions, his hand is iron around my throat. He cuts off my protests in an instant. There's no doubt this man is in control here and I am helpless. Well, not entirely./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI slam my knee up into his groin, rolling to my right as he lets out a groan and releases my neck. As soon as my weight shifts, I realize how stupid this was. My hands are still tied, still blindfolded. This is bad. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanemWhat the…. Is he actually laughing? Oh no no no. Fuck./em/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHis hand is back around my throat, making my head swim. I can feel his glare burning holes through my head. emI am in so much trouble, /emI think to myself before my ears start ringing and everything fades away. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWhen I peel my eyes open against the pain in my head, I'm surprised to actually be able to see. No more blindfold. The room is dark and silent, the only noise coming from me moving around to get a better look. emWhy am I on a bed? Why am I handcuffed?! /emMy heart rate picks up its pace until I remember what happened before I blacked out. I slump back against the comforter and release a sigh I didn't know I was holding. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What's the matter, princess?" I hear a light chuckle from the corner of the room. emOf course you're not alone. He isn't that stupid./em A small table lamp blazes to life, illuminating the corner. He is sitting in an oversized chair, hands folded in his lap, a small smirk on his lips. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI turn my head to the opposite side, closing my eyes and wishing I was anywhere but here, wherever here is. emHow in the world am I going to get out of this mess?/em Feeling completely lost, I turn back over and look at him, making eye contact for the first time. His steely grey eyes are enough to make my breath catch in my throat. They're incredible. Beautiful yet haunted. span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Where am I? And why am I here?" I manage, not even expecting him to answer. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Where you are is not important, nor is how you got here. You are here with me now, and you will remain here." His deep voice is full of confidence, almost arrogance. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"The actual fuck?!" I scream at him. "There's no way I am staying here. You don't own me, you cocky son of a bitch!" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe smirks at my words, folding and unfolding his hands rhythmically. He waits for me to finish my tirade before he continues. "As I was saying, you will remain here. In time, you will come to enjoy this place. Here, you can explore your wildest desires with no judgement or ridicule. You will be happy here, just give it time. There is nothing off limits, nothing too out there to bring to the table for discussion. I will do everything in my power to make your fantasies come true, as well as my own. In time, you will submit to me on your own. Until then, you will remain in this room. Upon submission, you will be allowed to roam this place as you wish, but not before then. Do you understand?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI roll my eyes. This is some bullshit. It looks like I'm out of options, so there's no sense in arguing at this point. "Can you at least let me out of these cuffs? They're killing my wrists," I say to him, giving in for the moment./span/p