My Psycho Best Friend

Chapter 5

5 months later…

The agreement we have made is going okay. I now have a bathroom with a toilet and sink. Ian event took off the chained collar. I can walk freely all throughout the basement. I still do whatever Ian wants me to. I have learned that my life is a lot easier if I just do as he says. He is so different from 5 months ago. He has now started coming down everyday for s****l favors. I do not want to do it but what choice do I have.

Pretty soon, he will build a kitchen and says that I will have to cook him all his meals. He is being more controlling. But I have been trying to persuade him to at least let me go upstairs and look out the window. I miss looking outside. I miss the blue sky and the swaying with the wind. But most of all I miss being in the sunshine. I look really pale these days. But with no windows down here, there is no possible way to look outside.

He told me he will not let me go upstairs yet as he does not trust me that I will not try to escape. I got mad and said, “I do everything you say. I do it without complaint. Why will you not let me just look out the window so I can look at the sky? I want to see the sun and the trees. I need to see the blue sky!”.

He did not appreciate the tone I had with him so, he hit me. He smacked my face so hard I fell to the ground. I brought my and up to my throbbing cheek. I am pretty sure it is bruised. He starts coming at me so I hastily go backwards till I cannot go back anymore and my back hits the wall. He gets so close to my face that our noses are almost touching. He growls at me saying “Do not ever yell at me. I was being soft with you this time, but next time is really going to hurt.”

I was shocked. I have never been smacked before. I never thought he would do that to me. I guess I never knew the real Ian. Over the time that I have been down here, he rapes me daily and now has begun hitting me. I am really going to have to watch myself. I cannot afford to make mistakes. The longer I am down here, the worse he is getting.

Over the next couple weeks, I do not press to go upstairs. I just follow what he says. He has brought a TV down here. I can now watch movies. It helps the time go by faster. We even watch movies together. He has been sweeter to me since the last time he hit me. I think he feels guilty. I hope he continues being nice.

We have gotten into a nice routine. He still comes down and watches movies with me. He still wants s*x almost every day. But is it bad if I have started enjoying the s*x? I feel guilty. I know I should fight him as much as I can, but it is still miserable down here. If I can find some type of feeling good, should I not use it? I have started telling him what feels good and what feels bad. He is responsive to what I am saying to him. I am afraid the longer I do this, that I might develop feelings for him.

The next day I go about my usual routine. In the morning I make myself breakfast and then I take a shower. I read a book for a few hours till I cannot read anymore. I make lunch and watch a couple movies till it is time to make dinner. Ian has started making me make dinner every night as he says I need something to do. Tonight, I am making spaghetti with garlic bread. I finish making dinner and I set the little table he brought down here a few days ago. I set the table and wait for Ian to come down. He should be coming down any minute.

Around 5 PM he comes down and we eat dinner. After dinner, I wash and clean the dishes. We settle to watch a movie together. We lay down on the bed to watch the movie. We picked the movie Shrek. It is one of my favorites since I was a kid. I am just watching the movie when I feel that Ian is starting to move his hand up my leg. He moves close to my lady bits and stops. He looks at me and I look at him. We just stare at each other for a moment. It was like he was trying to see if it was okay. I nodded at him. He started rubbing my lady bits and his fingers were circling around my c**t. The pleasure I was feeling was intense. He kept rubbing till I started shaking with an orgasm. He then brought his mouth down between my legs and started licking me all over. I was getting close and I could not hold it in anymore. I shook with the intensity of the orgasm.

He flipped me over, so I was on my hands and knees. He came behind me and shoved his length into me. He took it slow for me to get used to his size. Once I felt comfortable enough, I let him know by moving my body with his thrusts. He kept spanking me. It hurts but in someway it gets me more turned on. It is not long before I have an intense orgasm that makes me my legs quiver and I just want to fall as I can hardly stay up. He tells me to lay on my back and so I do. He thrust into me. He is being rough and thrusting hard. His thrust are getting faster and his breathing becoming erratic. I know he is about to find his release. He thrusts into me a few more times then takes one last hard thrust and spreads his seed into me.

I have told him I do want to use protection, but my protests were never answered as he has never used any protection. As far as I know, I am the only one he has any s****l relations with, but I do not want to have a baby down here. I think he is planning on me getting pregnant. I am not ready to be a mother. I do not want to have a baby with him. Especially, since I do not know if I love him or not. I have feelings for him, but I do not know if I can truthfully love him. He has hurt me and forced me to be down here. It could be my mind playing tricks on me. I will not know till I get out of here. 

After we are done, I go to the bathroom to clean myself up and pee so as I can hopefully push all his semen out. I closed my eyes and prayed that I would not get pregnant. I go back to bed and lay down as it was getting kind of late. Ian has started staying the night down here. He grabs my body and pulls it to him. I have gotten so used to him sleeping down here, that now it would be hard for me to go to sleep without him. I stay awake till I can hear his steady breathing and I know that he is asleep. Now I can relax enough to go to sleep.

That night, I had a rough night sleeping. I had so many dreams of the first night I was here. How he drugged me and raped me with no mercy. I wake up in a panic. I am sweating and breathing hard. I look over and Ian is still deeply asleep. On nights like this, is when I wish I could just beat him and escape out of here. But I know, until he lets me out, there is no way out.

It is depressing, knowing that I am at the mercy of someone else. That I have no control over my own life. Never getting to make my own choices. Maybe, one day, I can convince him to trust me enough to be able to go upstairs. I wonder if he ever plans on letting me out of here.