notice: This chapter contains sexual content/kink. read it if you want

Who is this man really? What is he getting out of this? Wrapping his hands around her throat he sends her head back against the wall. She places her feminine hands on top of his, she's not fighting for him to let go of her neck, she is just resting her hands there. Her breathing shallows.

She stares at him but her eyes aren't that responsive, they're dull. There's something strange about the look in her eyes, he's never seen her like this before. Her eyes are almost red from crying, they look exhausted and faded yet he can still feel her hurt and acceptance of him through them. She's looking right through him. Her gorgeous purple eyes are making him weak. It's like she's telling him she understands his frustration. Why he desires revenge. "Don't fucking look at me," he says with his nose pressed up right against hers.

She's confused, he enjoyed forcing her to look at him previously. What's changed? He pounds his fist against the wall near her head. She's startled and afraid. "I said don't fucking look at me!" He hates that her eyes scream "I'm innocent."

She didn't mean to stare, but she doesn't know what else to do. Shaking his head he moves on from what just happened. He squeezes her jaw in order to focus himself. Her hands fall down near his chest. She can feel how large his pectorals are. He is in great shape, even if she was at her best game it would be extremely difficult to take this man down.

Her lower back feels as though it will bruise all over. Crying at the top of her lungs Sombra shrieks out, "Stop!" He almost panicked by how loud she got. Looking at her he asks, "Stop what?" He hasn't even done anything to her yet, but once he breaks her, she'll be perfect.

She's not her strongest, but she will get her message across. Sombra balls her hands into fists and swings right into his nose. It "hurts" him. At most that punch will cause some swelling, nothing else. He lets her drop to the floor and holds his nose. "You bitch." She collapses, but she is happy she is free from him for the moment. Attempting to come to sitting leaves her lying flat on her stomach in pain. She can't accomplish what she wants to, but she can rest for the time being.

Reyes doesn't know how to respond to this. He could beat her, but that would leave the rest of her beautiful complexion a mess. The second option is to tie her hands together again, that way she won't have the opportunity to hit him, again. Or he could go in a completely different direction...

He walks away from her to grab a chair from another location in the room. Walking it over to her catches her eye. What would he need a chair for in this moment? Reyes places the chair down directly in front of her. He's waiting. Her tired eyes look up at him. What does this man want now?

"You have two options," he says. "I can punish you or you can beg for forgiveness. Pick one."

As if being stuck here with him wasn't bad enough. His tone makes her want to curl into a ball. She doesn't like either option. There's always a catch to a deal like this. She lies still, if she could choose she's not strong enough to. Since she didn't answer him fast enough he picks her up and sits her down in front of him while he sits. She's on her knees looking up at him. Her hands are placed on his knees with his hands gripping onto the back of her hair to keep her steady.

"Two options..." he reminds her.

"Forgiveness," she whispers. That answer satisfies him. He lets go of her hair for the time being and pulls his cock from out of his pants. "Go ahead," he says with a wicked grin. Oh God, she thinks. She knew there was some sort of catch to this.

Grabbing a handful of her hair again he pulls her up towards him so her lips are placed near his penis. She wavers. This isn't a particular skill of hers.

Reyes places his cock back into his pants, sighs, and pulls her up to standing.

"Figures," he says emotionless. Tightening his grasp on her hair he pulls her over to the side of his leg and bends her over his lap. He uses his other hand to abruptly pull up the shirt he gave her to reveal her bottom and lower back. He can see small patches of red on her back that were caused by him pushing her against the wall. He admires his work. He squeezes her smooth and firm ass. It's lovely.

Raising that same hand he gives her ass a solid spank. Sombra's eyes widen in confusion. This isn't what she thought he was going to do. Her shock doesn't cause him to let up either. He consistently swats her bottom until its sore. He refuses to rub out the sting, he needs to let her be sore. She just can't seem to listen. Both sets of her cheeks turn red from the feeling. She yelps every here and there too. A grin stretches across his face, she'll learn to obey whether she likes it or not. Sensing that another spanking is headed her way Sombra blurts out, "I'm sorry!"

So he stops. He places his hand on her back and asks, "You're what?" She clinches onto his pants and repeats.

"I'm sorry..." She's shaking. Tears are rolling down her cheeks as well.

He cracks his knuckles one by one. Of course she's sorry. Guess all she can do is meddle in people's lives.

He's accepted her apology for now. Just this one time, she won't be able to make any further mistakes. With his other hand he runs his fingers through her hair. It's laced in her sweat, but he focuses on how soft it is. He massages her cheek as well, removing some of her tears. It takes a moment but she stops whimpering. She's calm again.

Rubbing her lower back he raises his hand one last time to give her a final spanking. It's rough and unforgiving. Its sound echoes through the room. Instead of releasing a cry for help, a moan escapes Sombra's lips. He didn't expect that and she's ashamed.

"You're welcome," he says.

Placing her down on the floor, Reyes rose from the chair and walked to a door connected to the room. Opening it he says, "This is the restroom. I expect you to take proper care of yourself from here on. I'm leaving for now, but I will return with toiletries I see fitting for you. Don't try anything stupid."

Sombra's entire body hurts. She has to lay on her stomach for now. She would be kidding herself to think that moving onto her back was an option. Her head follows her captor's figure as he exits the main door. Where could he be going? She falls into a deep sleep.

The positive thing about Reyes leaving: he left the light on. She's not restricted either. Sombra can search the room freely. She just has to find enough strength to make her way off of the floor. He was out long enough for her to eat the remaining fruit and chips in the bag. She also found time to use the restroom.

Once she could stand and make her way to it, she was surprised to find out the bathroom had every utility need. A sink with a mirror placed on top, shower, and a toilet. There also was an empty cabinet. Sombra can't help but to wonder if Gabriel Reyes truly planned on keeping her this long. It's as though he wants her to live here.

She takes a shower to relieve her stress. There is no soap, but at least the water runs warm. She stays in the shower for as long as her legs can possibly sustain. Looking down at her body reveals that her bruises have ceased to improve. The color around her ankles and wrists look worse. Sombra just wants to cover her skin, her flesh is so mortal and vulnerable... She steps out of the shower to find that there are no towels for her to dry off with. Time to air-dry. With a sigh the talented hacker walks over to the sink and looks down. She want to escape, but there is no opportunity to do so. This is the hardest part of reality to accept. Her capture and possible servitude all over one mistake.

She cries for a while. Her composure is fading.

Lifting her head from the sink reveals a figure standing behind her in the mirror. Baffled she immediately turns around. It's Reyes. He entered the restroom without a sound and she never noticed. He only reveals himself when he desires to be seen.

She so frightened that she falls backward only to catch herself on the sink. It's a relief it's sturdy. His grin grows wide as he asks, "What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost." Sombra stands up straight up, but sends her gaze towards the floor, "When did you get back?"

"30 minutes ago," he answers. He stood there the entire time, watching her. She must be in her own little world for her to never notice him. There's an awkward silence between the two that Reyes is not comfortable with. He presents her with a bag, switching the mood, and says, "Make yourself up. You're a mess."

The bag contains makeup, brushes, perfumes, and lotions. "You are to properly present yourself to me every time I meet with you." Sombra says nothing, she just stares at the multitude of items he's brought her. She barely wears makeup. At most she applies eyeshadow and lip gloss. She doesn't understand how half of it works. "Fine," she whispers. He places a new pair of clothes on the toilet seat and exits the restroom.

Another skimpy outfit... A strapless black corset top that latches together from the front, paired with a black leather micro skirt. It covers...nothing. He wasn't even courteous enough to give her real underwear. He gave her a red G-string. This has to be the worst kind of torture.

Marvelous.

She puts on the clothes despite how uncomfortable she is in them and does her makeup. Dark red eyeshadow brought out by a thin line of black eyeliner, and pink lip gloss. It's about the best she can do. Bothered, Sombra exits the restroom only to find Reyes sitting in a chair across the room reading a newspaper. He looks her way and with his chin he signals for her to approach him. It was painful to walk and meet him. Her footsteps were as light as a rabbit. She wanted to disappear.

Once she is standing before him, she laces her fingers together in front of her thighs. She's nervous. He stands, greeting her. He hates that she constantly looks at the floor. Girl has no confidence. Reyes lifts the woman's chin to look at her makeup. He bursts into laughter.

"You look like a 12 year old!" his laughter is vigorous. Her soul is practically broken at his words. She's not the best at applying makeup, but she tried her best and yet he laughs at her. Sombra's eyes swell up with humiliation and anger. If he thought her makeup looked bad before, just wait till he sees what it looks like after she's finished crying. Reyes caresses her cheeks. It pleases him to see her spirit crushed.

Agitated, she shoves Reyes away from her. His touch is unwanted and it will remain that way forever.

"Whore," he utters.

Sombra dashes for the exit. She has gained some of her strength back. If she can get the door open she can find out where she is located. She makes it to the door and with all of her might she pushes the door handle. The door is just as heavy as it sounds. It won't move, but she never quits. Giving it her all, the door budges an inch.

"Actions have consequences," Reyes' dark voice resonates behind her.

He caught up to her so fast that she has had no time to react. "If this is what you want so bad, I'll give it to you." Grabbing her by the arm and pulling her aside, Reyes slides open the door. The light from outside strains Sombra's eyes. It radiates through her face. She covers herself waiting for her eyes to adjust.

Taking a few steps outside, Sombra realizes she has no clue where she is at. But it appears as though she is being held on the outskirts of a fallen city. She can't hear anything or anybody. But when she looks up at the sky she sees that it's a beautiful day outside. The sky is clear and the weather is warm to her skin. She misses this.

Her moment of basking in the sunlight is short lived. Reyes pulls her off into the empty grass field in front of them and throws her to the ground. Not entirely phased, Sombra stands on her knees and looks at him. It might have been due to the poor lighting of the room she was in, but she never noticed how strange his skin looks. It ghastly. He is as pale as a corpse.

"What are you?" she asks petrified.

"Death," he answers.