Captured

Chapter III – Training Begins with Obedience

Amara’s POV

Finally, I wake up from that horrible nightmare. I was taken by a man who was my knight and shining armor not long before I was captured. He was handsome. He had to be at least 6’2” and roughly about 230 pounds of pure muscle. His black button down hugged his chiseled body. His dark black hair was faded on the sides with longer pieces in the middle that he kept slicked back. His eyes were a deep brown that in the light you could see flakes of gold shining in them. I’d like to imagine they were bright and lively, but the truth is his eyes were dim and clouded. They were haunted by the terrors of his past.

I didn’t open my eyes as I tried to find my phone. It must have been about 6:30 am since I was already up. I opened my eyes since I couldn’t find my phone. I see darkness in an unfamiliar room, it took me a minute to realize that my nightmare was now my reality. I got up and walked to the bathroom that was in the room. It was fairly clean for the most part, but you could definitely see the age of the room from it. I sat down as I released the contents of my bladder.

I tried to see if I could see anything from the windows in the room. Everything was blacked out and fenced. I wasn’t sure if it was morning or night. The only thing I knew was I had been here for about two or three days. I wonder if my mother called the cops to file a missing person’s report or if she even cared enough to. Would my professors’ have taken notice of my leave of absence? Would they file a missing person’s report, or would they assume I just dropped out of University?

I hear the door unlock and I hurry back to sit on the bed as I cover my body. Someone must have changed me before I came to it last night because I was in a white tank top and white underwear. 

“Good morning pet,” Xander greets me. 

“Good morning Xa-Master,” I reply to his greeting. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks me.

 I nod in response. 

“You are not a child pet, we have been blessed with a voice and mouth that enables us to communicate with other beings. You will use it,” he states in an annoyed tone. 

“Yes, Master,” I reply looking down.

I grab the plate he is offering and quickly scarf down my food. I look like a wild cave-woman who hasn’t eaten in days and finally just got fresh meat. 

“I will let this one slide pet, but you must eat like a civilized being in my presence or in the presence of others. Otherwise, I will treat you like the animal you are portraying. Is that understood?” he says as he looks at me with disgust. 

“Yes, Master,” I reply embarrassed by how I must look.

Once I’m finished eating, he hands me the glass of water. I again, chug that down. I didn’t realize how parched I was until the first sip of water hit my throat. 

“I have brought you some necessities pet. Once I leave you may shower and clean yourself. I will be back in here after some time to finish cleaning you up,” he states. 

“What do you mean by finish cleaning me up?” I ask him hesitantly. 

He holds up a razor and I automatically regret my question. 

“Why can’t I do it myself?” I ask him. 

“Sharp objects aren’t toys that I can leave around my pet. She may use them as something other than to freshen herself up,” he explains.

I take the bag that contains things I will need to freshen myself up. 

“Where are your manners pet? What must you say when things are given to you willingly?” he asks in a patronizing tone. 

“Thank you, Master,” I whisper looking down on the ground.

It’s been 10 minutes that I’ve been in the shower. I allow the hot water to trail down my body as it soothes away the pain. I lather the soap and start washing away the hope I had that somehow, I would make it out of this alive. 

“Are you done?” he asks. 

“Yes, Master,” I whisper quietly. 

He turns the shower off but lets the water run through the faucet. He grabs some conditioner and lathers it up in his hands. I sit down on the side of the shower, trying to cover my exposed body.

“There’s no reason for you to cover your body pet, after today, clothes will be a luxury,” he says as he starts spreading the conditioner on my legs. 

I close my eyes because I’m afraid that his touch will be rough. To my surprise, he gently strokes the razor up my legs against the little hairs that have come out to play. It wasn’t intimate but his touch sent tiny shivers down my body causing me to let out a moan. I wasn’t sure what happened, so I covered my mouth.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed pet, I am very good with my hands,” he looks at me as he rinses off the conditioner from my legs. He finishes off the other one as well. I look into his eyes and his pupils appear to be dilated. He wants me I think to myself. At least now I know I have some sort of effect on him.

“Face me,” he commands. I comply without saying anything.  He takes the shaving cream he bought and lathers it onto his hands. He places it onto my nether region. I close my eyes because I’ve never had anyone close to me this way. Tears start to fall down my cheek. “Why are you crying pet?” he asks in a husky voice. “Have I hurt you?” he asks with a hint of worry in his voice.

“No, I just-it’s just no one’s ever…” I didn’t even know how to finish that sentence. “I understand. As I’ve said, I’m very good with my hands' pet,” he reassures me before he starts shaving my nether region.

He tells me to rinse my body off before he leaves to grab me a towel. I wipe my body dry before wrapping the towel around my body. 

“Sit,” he commands as he motions for me to sit on the floor. I sit down in between his legs as he starts brushing my hair.

“You will shower twice a day. Once after breakfast, and once more before bed,” he states as he continues brushing my hair.

“Stand,” he commands as he sets the hairbrush on the table next to the bed. 

“Take the towel off,” he orders. 

I shake my head no as I held the towel firmly against my body. How many times does this man need to see me naked? If I wasn’t completely comfortable with my own body, why should I keep parading myself in front of him? 

“I will not repeat myself pet,” he warns. Again, I don’t do as he says. He rips the towel from my grasp and leaves me exposed again. 

“I told you pet, you will obey what I say or there will be consequences,” he says as his pupils are once again dilated.

He bends me over his knee, holding me down with one arm as I squirm. “I warned you many times before pet, you do not want to anger me,” he says as he rubs my bottom. I close my eyes as I wait for the impact of my punishment.