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Now I'm laying here on a carpeted floor, still gagged and bound, although the blindfold had been removed from my eyes. It now lays loose around my neck. The masked man is in a chair, sitting right across from me. Staring. I look back at him, unsure what else to do. He was completely silent, and the empty buzz coming from the computer in the room was unnerving. He was almost inhuman, a mask stuck tightly on his face. Did he ever take it off? The mask itself was all white, presumably plastic. The lips were painted black, as were the nostrils and a thin border around the very edge of the mask. What was the freakiest of the mask, however, were the eyes. Huge circles of black had been painted over where any sort of slit for his eyes would be, almost reaching the black line on the edge of the mask. The worst part about it was the absence of any eyes what so ever behind the mask. A normal mask would have a least shown a bit of emotion, as most masks show the eyes behind slits. But no, no emotion was shown, no eyes, and no mouth was visible to smile or frown with. The only thing that held a bit of fake emotion was the small, thick, highly arched eyebrows painted delicately above the 'eyes'.

As he stared at me intently from across the room, I broke eye connection and glanced around the small room. It was messy, small, and uncomfortable. There was fairly large desk with an old personal computer sitting on it, the screen flickering and making odd noises, like frequency. Every other bit of furniture had been torn apart and flipped around, like someone was looking for something. The bed frame stood empty, the bare mattress thrown up and was now leaning between the frame and the wall. There was a medium sized window, dirty, and covered by a thin, white sheet. Pills and cartridges lay strewn across the dresser, accompanied by unmarked, clear bottles of water. I gulped, thinking about my dry throat. I wanted some, but I would never ask the masked man, I was even to afraid to clear my throat in front of him. When I had finally struggled up into a sitting position, the man had moved even closer, the masked face staring right into my eyes, a foot away. I felt like an animal, trapped in the head lights of a car. Fear sparked through me, making my heart hammer. What was he planning on doing? I shook from fear, and he laid a hand on my shoulder. I flinched away, expecting him to start strangling me. I shook harder, involuntarily. He, however, just moved his hand around my back, and pulled me closer to him. I glanced up in surprise, my eyes widening as his hand slipped down to my waist. 'Mmhph...?' I managed to choke out past the gag, my cheeks blushing furiously. I had never had a stranger be this close to me, and it made me nervous.

Suddenly, he reached back at my neck, and I instantly leaned away, thinking once again that he was going to choke me to death. However, he just pulled me back closer to him, his powerful grip making sure I wouldn't move around too much. The cloth around my neck went back up around my eyes, and fear raced through me. He tied it tight, and then got back up for a minute. I wondered what he was up to when I heard the rustling of clothes, and then a slight thud on the ground like his jacket had come off. Soon I heard a sharp zip, and I realized exactly what his intent was. After what I presume was the pair of jeans he was wearing hit the floor, I heard him take off his mask, and lay it down on the wooden dresser. The bottle of pills rattled, and a plastic bottle crinkled in his grip. By the time he had swallowed a couple of the pills, I was shaking again, silently sobbing. He came over, his feet padding softly on the floor. Suddenly I felt him climbing over me, then straddling my mid-section. Tears dripped down my face and I turned my head away from him, afraid of what was going to happen next.

He reached out again, but grabbed my chin in his soft, but cold, hand. I heard the bottle and the pills again, and he forced a large pill into the back of my mouth, then carefully tipped the water back. I swallowed, wanting to comply, in case he still wanted to hurt me, or even kill me. Another pill, I swallowed it, and calmed down again after a few minutes. I didn't want to be calm, I wanted to strike back, and not let this happen, but the pills had done something strange. Suddenly, I could feel everything, sharp, to the point and real. And it calmed me down, I stopped crying, and my heart slowed. He was seemingly pleased by this result, and his arms were around me again. His hands trailed up and down my body, and it sparked a certain heat all over, the feeling heightened by the pills. Then he was leaning in against me, and he pulled the gag gently out of my mouth. Before I could even mutter a word, his lips were connected to mine. At first I resisted, holding my own lips against my teeth. But eventually, I gave in, letting his tongue slip into my mouth. At that moment I let go, enjoying the feeling too much. I sucked at his tongue, and his hands moved up to my neck, pleased that I was finally relaxed.

Without warning, he pulled away. I let out a tiny whimper, one that was pent up from the entire time the gag was in my mouth. His weight left the top of me as he got up, and I heard him putting his mask back into place. Then he pulled out a drawer in the dresser by the bed, and rummaged around for something. As soon as he had recovered the item, he slipped the cloth around my eyes back down. I saw that he was wearing nothing but his underwear, and there was a rather large bulge in them. I lowered my gaze, blushing furiously as I felt my arousal flaring up again. I watched as he walked over to the mattress leaning against the wall and placed it down on the ground. Then, picking me up by the waist, he dragged me over to it and, rather forcefully, shoved me down onto the slightly bouncy, but surprisingly comfortable, mattress. He was on me in a second, straddling my waist again, slipping his hand lower and lower down to my thigh, the entire time gauging my reaction with his emotionless, silent eyes. I gasped and then moaned when his hand reached between my legs and he started rubbing two fingers around the area. He then suddenly reached to grab something small and silver that he had gotten from the drawer. Through the fog of pleasure in my brain I realized that he was up to something, and before I could look over, there was a sharp, piercing pain on my left shoulder. I cried out, moving my head and saw that he was carving an unknown thing into my skin, pain mixing with the lingering pleasure. I saw the blood dripping down onto the floor, and it only made me feel more light-headed and yet more aroused. By the time he finished with it, I felt as if I was going to faint. My heart beat pounded through my ears and my arm, the wound aching every time blood gushed out. The masked man quickly tore a long strip of fabric and wrapped it all around my arm, and gripped the bit above it to stop the bleeding quickly. He dipped his fingers into the blood still trickling down my arm, and reached up to his mouth, lifted the bottom of his mask up, and licked at the red fluid. I blacked out, the world fading, once again, into nothing, as his endless eyes bore like a drill into my skull. Just before I lost everything, I swear I heard him whisper in a honey-sweet voice, 'You... are... mine..'