Diana groaned softly. She hurt for some reason. Her back was killing her and her bed felt hard and unyielding. Had she fallen off the bed? She slowly opened her eyes and waited until everything came into focus. A wooden ceiling greeted her. She appeared to be looking at it through grates. In fact she felt like she was laying on grates. She sat up as much as she could moving slowly trying to process what she was seeing.

The entire situation hit her at once when she saw HIM. With a gasp she jerked back as far away as she could curling her feet against her and bringing her knees under her chin. She was in a large cage. In a bedroom that appeared to be in a cabin due to how much wood and stones the walls had.

There was a very large man in black pacing back and forth. He was wearing ill fitting clothes and when he leaned down to grin at her she shuddered. His face was harsh and odd looking. His hair was slicked back away from his face which was also covered in hair that was coarse looking like an animals. The black shirt he wore gaped open revealing a broad chest leading down to thick muscles that disappeared into tight black pants. His teeth appeared to jagged with sharp canines.

His eyes were the only thing she could have said was a good feature. They were a brilliant blue and very striking. They also had a very nasty gleam in them.

Oh my God I've been kidnapped by a psychopath she thought horrified. Out of my own room! Someone how transported God knows where! What was worse was she had always heard psychopathic and seriel killers looked like everyone else so why the devil did she wind up with the one who looked like he was trying out for a part in a wolfman film. He easily looked like a psychopathic killer!

" H...hello? " She stammered.

" Hullooo sweetheart." He was still grinning at her but there was an undertone of menace that had her shaking. suddenly her mother's voice spoke up in her head. Stop it Diana at once! Talk to him! Wolfman indeed! Monsters don't exist! People with a cool head have escaped from serial killers!

" Can I...can I please ask what I'm doing here? "

The man raised his brows slightly his grin sliding into a smirk. " Well darlin' I was rather hoping you could tell me why your here. Where did you come from?"

Diana shook her head at him " I'm sorry I...I don't know how I got here." she then forced herself to move to the front of the cage closer to him. She brought her hands up curling her fingers through the grate. He didn't move from his spot and this close he smelled the way her cat had after spending time outdoors rolling in the dirt and climbing trees.

After a moment he shrugged slightly " I believe you."

" What's going to happen to me? " She asked keeping eye contact with him. His jagged teeth scared her and despite her mother's reassuring voice in her head he sill looked more bestial then a normal man should. She felt she ought to try to get as much information as she could about the whys and wheres she was so she could hopefully get away.

" Well that's a rub sweetheart. I can't decide to bite you, fuck you, or eat you." The man grinned at her again and Diana shuddered again as she realized he was serious. She jerked back until she was huddled against the back of the cage again and stared at him in horror.

" Oh, oh p..please don't hurt me...I'm...I'm a louse lay! My fat husband even said he'd have more fun screwing a knot hole and I taste terrible! I eat a lot of uh garlic..onions...just terrible tasting things..." Diana realized she was sinking into a panicked babbling but she couldn't seem to stop. He looked like he could easily rip someone up with his teeth

This time he actually let out a low laugh silencing her. " You're a lousy lay and you taste terrible? Really? " He drawled " Darling this time I'm not believin' you for some reason but tasting terrible and being a lousy fuck doesn't leave me many options now does it? "

Diana glanced around the room again. A large bed, an old fashion wash basin, a window set in a stone wall and a large wooden door. That was it. Oh and a small table under the window that looked like it would break the first moment someone tried to use it.

She again forced herself to move to the front of the cage trying hard to keep the tatters of her gown around her legs.

" Please...can I get out of this cage? Just to stretch my legs?" she begged. She expected him to refuse but he surprised her.

" Sure." He stood up and to her it seemed to take him long time to stand to unfold the large broad body until his head almost seemed to touch the ceiling. He reached into his shirt which seemed wrapped around him leaving a lot of flesh to view and pulled out a stick. He tapped the stick around the cage and suddenly like that the cage had an opening.

She didn't dwell on this as all her attention was on the door. She stood up feeling a bit wobbly. He still never took his eyes off her even though he was no longer directly facing her. Like a predator watching a prey.

" Might I have some..some water?" She asked hoarsely hoping to force him to take his eyes off her.

" Water?" He asked silkily. " You want some water? Sure Darlin' let me get on that." He turned away from her slightly his eyes finally leaving her and she bolted for the door. Surely if she screamed someone would help her.

She didn't make it. Much to her shock she froze in the act of reaching for the door and her feet cleared the floor. For a moment she just hung there. Then she was spun around. He was standing by the bed grinning that horrible hungry grin and she suddenly flew towards the bed and landed on her stomach. The breath was knocked out of her.

She saw his shadow drift across the wall and then suddenly he was on top of her and she felt like she was being smothered. There was an animal smell about him which reinforced her thoughts that he was some kind of monster. She waited terrified to see if he would jerk what little bit of gown she had left on her off and commence to hurting her or as he had so crudely put it fucking her.

He did neither. Instead he leaned down so his mouth was close to her neck and began talking in low throaty tones into her ear.

" Well now...it's good we got that out the way. Guess we should lay down some ground rules here what do you say?"

She sucked in a tiny amount of air and whimpered.

She felt his nod his head slightly as if she had answered him.

" Good. Ok sweetheart here we go...rule number one...you don't go out that door unless I take you out that door yea? "

She nodded the best she could still trying to breathe he felt like he weighed a ton and there was no spot of her where she was free of him except where her body touched the mattress.

" Rule two, no screaming or making loud noises unless I'm making you scream and make loud noises."

She huffed slightly and he finally shifted just enough for her to suck in sweet air.

" Here's the deal sweetheart...you can make me hurt you... I might kill you without meaning to. " He suddenly shifted and ran one of his hands to her buttocks squeezing roughly.

"Or I can hurt you because I WANT to in which cause you might actually like it. What do you think? "

Diana pressed her face into the mattress letting tears fall. He waited and when he realized she had gone silent he chuckled again.

" Back to your cage pretty...I've got someplace to go. Mind you if you scream and make a lot of noise no one will hear you but I'll know and I won't be happy...you want me to be happy right sweetheart? "

" Yes." Diana whispered. Anything to get him off of her.

He stood up and then stepped back from the bed. " Get up."

Diana began to push up on her hands and knees when he suddenly hissed behind her.

" Stop! "

Diana froze halfway up on her hands and knees her buttocks still facing him her tear streaked face staring at the wall which had claw marks. The whole wall was covered in claw marks like a tiger had been set loose or something.

" Roll over on your back, sit up, then get up." He hissed. Diana didn't question him but quickly did so sliding to the floor and crawling as fast as she could into her cage. Again he tapped it with the wierd looking stick he had and suddenly the cage no longer had a door or any opening at all. She pulled herself again to the furthest point away form him and hugged her knees keeping her teary eyes looking down.

He stared at her a moment then turned and strode from the room slamming the heavy wood door behind him. Diana didn't not scream. She made no noise. She believed him when he said he would know and she feared his punishment would be swift and terrible. It wasn't dying she feared. It was how long he could keep her alive to use her at his leisure that had her petrified.

She leaned into her knees and began to cry.