Captured

Chapter II – Amara Sinclair

Amara’s POV

I woke up feeling groggy. I felt lightheaded and disoriented. I woke up to complete darkness. It took a minute for me to realize that the darkness came from being blindfolded. My hands and feet were bound by rope. I tried to untangle myself but that only caused rope burns on my wrists. No, no, no I thought to myself as tears began to stain my cheeks as the realization hit me.

I was unable to talk as my mouth was taped shut. This must be how I die. I never imagined my life would end up this way, I wanted to save to move out on my own and away from my overbearing mother. I wanted to date and have fun just like everyone else my age was doing. I wanted to have friends, go to parties, sneak into clubs and bars before my 21st birthday. Now, I’ll never know the joy of what that would be like.

I hear footsteps approaching. 

“Come on Xander, just a taste! You always let me have a taste man!” a man begged this Xander person. 

“Xavier, you know better than that,” another man stated who I assume was Xander. 

Xander, why does that name sound familiar? I asked myself.

I felt someone touch my face, peeling the tape swiftly. I wince in pain at the action done. 

“If I untie you pet, you must behave,” I heard him say. The voice seems oddly familiar but I’m not sure where I’ve heard it before. 

“If you could, I would prefer the blindfold instead,” I whispered hoping he would comply with my request. 

“The blindfold stays,” he sternly says. 

“Why?” I was able to say over my quivering lip. 

“In order to train you properly pet, you and I must have established trust between us. Otherwise, you will always remain punished in the dark,” he stated. 

“Now, again if I remove your restraints, will you behave?” he asks again a bit more annoyed. I nod in response.

“You will speak when spoken to, you w***e!” the other man shouted before slapping my face. I knew there would be bruising since it stung longer than it should have. 

The metallic taste lingers in my mouth for a minute. 

“You fool! She is not to be tarnished by the likes of you,” I heard him roar at the man that slapped me.

“Khalid will have your head for this,” he states in a matter of fact tone. 

“Forgive me, Xander, please do not tell him,” the man pleads. 

Khalid, Xavier, Xander I repeat in my head over and over.

I hear Xander scoff. “You fear a man who is thousands of miles away from you Xavier, when I am right here, ready to take your pathetic life,” he said with a sense of power in his voice. 

“You forget whom you work for directly Xavier, you will be wise to remember it if there is a next time,” Xander said. 

“Dismissed,” he simply stated to Xavier. I hear him leave with a groan.

I wince away from Xander’s touch as he inspects the damage done on my face. 

“Xander…” I whisper. 

“Why?” I asked him just above a whisper. 

“You will refrain from using my name so intimately pet. You will call me Master. If you say my name again, you will not like the consequences that follow. Is that understood pet?” he asks between his teeth again.  

“Yes,” I reply.

 “Yes what?” he asks me even more annoyed. 

“Y-yes, M-Master,” I manage to say stuttering in the process.

“Now pet, If I untie you, will you behave?” he asked me again. 

I didn’t answer as I put my arms and legs forward for him to untie. 

“When I ask you a question pet, you will answer it. Now, for the last time, if I untie you, will you behave?” his question was laced with promises of punishment if I did not respond. 

“Yes, master,” I nodded in agreement afraid of the consequences. 

“Good,” he says as he starts cutting the ropes that bind my feet together. 

“There will be rules you are expected to follow if you do not comply, I will simply punish you. You will not want to anger me, is that understood pet?” his tone shifted to one of command.

Once he cut the binding off my wrists, I pushed myself up the bed away from him. 

“I am not your pet, you sick f**k! I’m a human being!” I shouted at him. 

“You are whom I say you are pet. If I say your name is pet, it’s f*****g pet! Do you f*****g understand me?!” he yells at me as he grabs my lower jaw between his big hand. 

“Xander, please!” I manage to beg. He loosens his grip pushing my face the opposite direction.

“Again, with the name calling. I will have to punish you for this one later pet. What is my name? he asks with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. 

“M-m-master,” I say. 

“Please forgive me, Master, I will not call your name so intimately again. Please don’t punish me,” I plead. 

“If I let this one slide pet, then you will continue to make the same mistakes. When a dog is being bad, you do not simply reward it by giving it a second chance, you punish him so he will know never to repeat his mistakes again,” he explains comparing me to a damn dog.

“Now, what is your name?” he asks. 

“Amar-” I start before I am once again interrupted. 

“No, try again. What’s your name?” he interrupts my answer. I look down at my hands as I remember what he just said. 

“Pet,” I answer in a low whisper. 

“Good girl,” he says as he ruffles my hair.

“May I know your full name Master?” I ask in a low whisper. 

“Why?” he asks clearly amused at my question. 

“So, I have the pleasure of knowing whom I can curse to hell and take pleasure in the fact that one day you’ll be dead,” I answer honestly.

“I hope when that day comes, you’ll be the last face I see. Now, pet, Rule #1 – You will speak when spoken to. Otherwise, you keep your mouth shut and that pretty mouth closed. I have no problem finding something to stuff that pretty little mouth of yours with,” he says before leaving the room.

I take the blindfold off and run to the door. 

“You sick f*****g bastards!!” I yell at the door as I start crying hysterically. 

“What the f**k do you want with me!” I continue yelling as I slam my fists into the door. 

“Please,” I beg as I slide down to the floor, losing whatever hope I had.

I must have stayed by that door for hours waiting, but no one came. No one ever came back. I let sleep finally consume me as my body started to feel heavy. I laid down on the bed that was there as I welcomed the darkness.

_AMARA'S DREAM_

“Amara, what are you wearing?” my mother asked me. “Mama, it’s the night of the dance, you said I could go,” I answered. “Yes, but where did I say you could look like a slut? Are you a prostitute now? Are we getting paid for your services at the dance?” My mother asked me again.

“Mama, I’m covered though. I wore the black long sleeve dress that’s two inches past my knee. Everything is covered Mama,” I replied defending my wardrobe of choice. “Your curves Amara! Your dress hugs your curves you little minx!” She yelled at me. She locked me into my room for the duration of the night and ordered me to change out of my dress.

I was to ask forgiveness from our savior and beg for mercy on the sins I was about to commit. The next morning, my mother is drunk again. “Get up Magdalene,” my mother said as she yanked my hair referencing Mary Magdalene – the prostitute who repented and found healing at the feet of Jesus. “You are to repent for your sins,” she said as she threw me in front of her alter, dousing me with holy water.

“I will not allow my only child to go to the fiery pits of hell for her lustful actions,” my mother screamed. I cried doing as I was told. My mother was a religious showcase but rarely ever practiced being a Catholic. You know what they say, some of the nicest people you’ll meet are the ones covered in tattoos but some of the most judgmental people you’ll meet are the ones that attend church on Sunday. That was written specifically for my mother.

_DREAM ENDS_

I woke suddenly, hearing voices outside my door. 

“Oh Xander,” I hear a woman say with lust in her voice. I go to the door to listen for a minute. 

“Xander please…” she starts begging as she lets out a soft moan. Instinctively I start banging on the door. 

“Please! Someone! Help me! Hello! Can you hear me!?” I scream as I keep banging on the door hoping for a response. 

“Go to the room,” I hear him say as I press my ear closer to the door.

The door swings open, causing me to fall back. I see a dark figure hovering over me. He closes the door and I’m too afraid to move. Maybe that wasn’t the brightest idea of mine. He pulls me from the floor and drags me to the bed, tossing me effortlessly onto it. 

“Please Xander…” I plead. 

He puts his face close to mine as he pulls my hair sending pain and pleasure down my body. He was the man that saved me the night at the Diner. He was the last person I saw before this all happened. 

“Who are you to me, to call me so intimately, pet,” he says in a low angry husky voice.

“Am I your lover, pet?” he asks me again. 

He pulls my hair tighter, “No Xander, you’re not!” I yelp with pain and pleasure again. 

“Again, with the intimate name calling pet, would you like me to be your lover? Is that why you insist on calling me by name? Do you wish for me to take you right here, right now?” he asks again as he starts moving his hand up my thigh. 

“Please…” I pleaded again. 

“What’s my name pet?” he asks me in a low husky voice. 

“M-m-master,” I say in between breaths.

“That’s a good pet,” he finally releases his grip on my hair as he pats my head insinuating, I was a good girl. 

“Get some more rest pet. I will explain the rest of the rules tomorrow and if you try that again, there will be consequences,” he threatens as he leaves the room.

I don't know how long I laid there in the darkness. I have no idea why or what I did to deserve this. I was a good, quiet girl. I didn't do anything aside from school and work. I never partied or made friends. I never had a boyfriend - or at least a real one. I didn't get drunk or do drugs and have s*x with random people. I saved myself for the person I was supposed to marry.

I closed my eyes once more as the final bit of tears fell. As the darkness begins to engulf me, I welcome the heavy feeling of sleep.