His Obsession

Chapter 2 - Punishment

I sit on my mattress, bored out of my mind. At least I'm not chained up anymore. I examine the room as the gears turn in my mind, trying to come up with a way to escape. It's then that I get a genius idea. The metal door has a key hole on each side of the door, don't ask why, and I may or may not have experience picking locks. I look around for something to pick it with when something pokes at my breast.

I take off my bra, put my shirt back on of course, and work the wire out of my bra. Once the wire's out I stick it in the key hole until I hear a familiar *click* and quietly, slowly open the door. I look down each side of the dark hallway that lingers outside, and tip toe through the rest of the house searching for an exit. The house is huge!

Down the left side of the hallway is a huge, spiral, marble staircase going down at least 3 floors. I didn't bother exploring the other two floors and book it down the stairs towards the front door. At the bottom of the stairs it looks like I'm in an enormous, rich, hotel lobby. Almost everything is marble or quartz and there are 3 white, Victorian couches surrounding a glass table. The front door is pure oak wood with a single, tinted glass window at the top of them.

I pull the silver door knob open to find that the doors are surprisingly not locked. Great, this probably means he's at home somewhere. I run across the huge, gravel driveway and see a glistening black truck that I instantly fall in love with. I hop in and seeing as there's no key, I rip open the ignition switch and grab the two wires that start the car, rubbing them together until the motor starts.

I take off down the road doing a mental happy dance for my success. It doesn't take long for this handsome man to find me though. I see a sleek, red Ferrari pull up beside me and my kidnapper smirks from inside of it. Why is he smirking? Then I realize what I failed to realize before. I barely had any gas. The truck coughs and sputters slowing to a stop. I immediately hop out and take off. I run even faster, if possible, when I hear his car door slam and heavy footsteps trailing behind me.

I whimper as two strong arms wrap around my waist and carry me back to the Ferrari. It's a shame we had to leave the truck. He ties me up in the back and lays me down on the seat so no one sees me. Not like they can through the strongly tinted windows. He speeds back to the house and unties me, but still carries me in once we arrive. He makes me sit on the white couch in his lobby and stares me down. "Why did you escape?"

"I-I wanted to go home."

"Well, that's obviously not going to happen now. You'll have to be punished, but I'll go easy on you...this time."

I gulp and watch as he heads to a closet under the stairs and comes out with ropes. "Since it's only your first time escaping, I'll just tie you up for a week in the basement. No comfy mattress this time, and one meal a day. If you don't act like a prisoner and try to escape all the time, you won't be treated like one. You'll be treated like a guest." He ties the rope around one of my wrists and uses it to pull me to the basement like a dog.

There's literally nothing down here. It's a series of rooms, but the one I'm in is small, concrete, and dark with one, single light bulb. Want to know a secret? The dark scares the s**t out of me. He ties me up to a bar connected to the wall and then leaves me there. In the dark. To cry for my family alone. My sobs echo throughout the room as I fall into a deep sleep.