Love Cage

Samantha My morning started as usual for the past four years. I woke up at six o'clock. I took a shower, straightened my hair, put on some makeup, and put on a very simple one-piece uniform. Her pencil skirt, silk blouse and low heels. Breakfast was the same - muesli and herbal tea (half teaspoon of sugar). After that, I fed goofballs, my cats, and the only creatures I allowed into my inner space... Routine. routine. routine. This is how I live my life and I will never waver. I left my apartment at exactly 6:45 every morning, and then I huddled with the three of them, half a block from the small accounting office where I'm a junior footman. I stop for coffee at Suzie's Diner and usually get there in 15 minutes. I never drink, but it has become a habit of mine, and then I sit at my desk ready to get the job done. The next 8 hours before going home and doing the same thing every night. I am now a couch potato that knits, bakes, or does anything that doesn't require me to take care of myself. Although it is an apartment, it is for shopping on weekdays. I have no friends and I have no family. Most of all, I never allow myself to want it. There is a danger of returning to those dark times when I could hardly get over it.In the last four years, I have successfully become a ghost as planned. Exactly how I want it. That's all I've been striving for for four years. Invisible to others, I would answer "Who?" when asked about Eloise Carver. Most of the time I'm fine and energetic, but I don't want anyone to forget me. Soul, it's not until you survive and realise you've been hurt by showing yourself off too much disease. After following my daily routine, the moment anomalies occur, I would think that after working hard, I would safely recognize them and recognize that danger was approaching. I know and have the opportunity to run. I saw nothing and did not realise that I had been tracked and monitored for weeks. All I knew was that I bought coffee. Sneak around the streets outside looking for strangers. Take a walk down this quiet street in the small town of Bain, Mississippi. That's why I'm so mad at myself right now, and why the fear hasn't yet paralyzed me. I am naked, open and defenceless. I don't do stupid things and bang my head. No, I'm doing what my therapist taught me in Philadelphia. I breathed and centered on myself before I turned my head and scanned the room. I am alone, but I knew this the moment my brain turned back on and I was fully awake.I have the uncanny ability to feel someone by my side after four years of self-imposed loneliness. There is. You will soon find out that no one is around. Aside from the faint smell of expensive aftershave, the rooms are empty except for one, a large king bed to which I am strapped and a glass of water on the bedside table. Nothing stands out. Actually, the room is similar to mine. nude, bright white, immaculately clean. The review probably takes him two minutes. The room is empty, so let's get started. Focus on your bindings, test your strength, and give in to the silk bindings around your wrist and ankle. Designed to be soft and not dig into your skin, but strong and tightly knotted enough to make no difference if you pull it. I couldn't turn my stomach. I realised only the dark wood of the headboard and the chains attached to the handcuffs. A test of the ankle binding proved to be similarly unsuccessful, and after a few times it sagged again. Minutes of fighting her exhausted her. For the first time, I couldn't stop her tide. The terror that has haunted me since she woke up. I want to scream right now, I want to shed tears. Instead, I lie still and adjust mine. Breathe the way I was taught and try to remember the moment you made a mistake. Okay, Samantha, think about it. What did you do? That's the problem, I realised after a while. I did everything as usual. I met them. I went out on the sidewalk at 6:45 and walked three feet behind him, Joe the mechanic, as usual. Susie's Diner was the same as before, regular customers stopped by for their morning orders and I showed up. I searched the streets as usual, only to see little old Moseby limping with her dog. Work was normal and I hadn't even gone to buy a sandwich. Usually, because of my workload, when Janine calls from my booth, the workload is double hers. disease. No lunch, no breaks until 5 o'clock, on time, then home and locked myself up. It's 5:30 at my apartment. The only variation I allowed was giving the goofball a can of Tuna for dinner instead of the usual cat food. Dinner of grilled chicken breast, steamed broccoli and carrots. Yoga before retirement at 7:30. A few more minutes passed and I finally broke down and gave in to the temptation to follow me. "Hi?" When I get goosebumps, I get nothing but silence and that weird, eerie feeling. The hair on the body, neck and arms will stand up. I am being watched. I know whoever this is, it may not be the same size as that animal, Bolton Conrad, but I wasn't. You came here naked, tied to your bed, and no one was with you, but you don't remember coming here with malice. It tells me one thing. I'm in trouble, I'm in big trouble, and the way I'm tied up, it's not safe for anyone to get used to this event. But what can you do? You have to bite off your own arm to escape, and what do you do? I don't know where I am. This place could be off the beaten path with no access to more civilization and authority. But the kicker is that I don't know how long I'll be here. It could have been me. He was unconscious for hours while this man pushed me out of state and into despair. Wilderness. Please don't snort. I've been here before, but in worse situations and situations. I was able to escape into the middle of an empty desert for miles, but dirt and dehydration. At that time, I almost died trying to escape before I almost collapsed. Then he dragged back my tormentor. "Hello! I need to pee! My arms are starting to die! Hello! Let me get out of here." Madman! " In less than five minutes the key rubbed against the lock and I stretched my neck. Staring at it makes me gasp, but I still hold it tight. When the door opens, you can feel cold and heat in your blood at the same time. I almost suffocate because at the door stands one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen.One word comes to mind. Angel. Dark brown hair, cut short on the sides and long at the ends. Above, he wears a head crowned with his facial masterpiece. I mean, it's extraordinary and simple...awesome. As I stare at him, I can see he's getting closer and his eyes are a deep sapphire blue. This should not be taken for granted, but it is clear. And Jesus, his mouth. The whole lower lip has a light thin top, but it doesn't suit me. It's the upper curve that lets me know it's them. Kiss me softly, maybe like a dream. And I accept the rest and feel my hopes crumble. 5 and muscular. You can see it in his jeans and what appears to be the designer Henley shirt he wears, but it costs more than my rent.Get lost Samantha! Remember the last i***t? Remember what he looked like?! Yes, that's what I will never forget. Four years later, I still remember that face, and I can remember every detail vividly just by closing my eyes. Dreams still come in nightmarish scenes. Bolton Conrad was surprisingly handsome and innocent looking. Even if he's a serial killer, he's cute. "Who are you? Why am I here? " Please concentrate. Do not start hyperventilating. He approaches the bed and does not stop. His knee hits the mattress. When I get there, he just stands over me and stares at me. Realising my nakedness again, I feel embarrassed again when his n*****s are tampered with. His eyes flicker slightly when they land there. "Hey Pervert, Raise Your Eyes! Is That Your Deal? Stealing A Woman, Tied Up And Molested in them? Stop looking! If you're into r**e and torture, go for it. Screaming against the shackles, I'll take anything this man throws at me. He'll even take death. But wait... Worst case, don't deal with it. Never again. "I won't hurt you, Samantha." His voice is a soft, indignant squeak that soothes me like a caress. He can barely hear I'm angry that I think badly of him, but what the hell? He kidnapped me, stripped me and tied me up. What else can you think of? "No? Then let me go. " "If you promise not to do anything to hurt you, I will untie you. I can't get off. No matter how much you run away, I won't hurt you." "So what do you want... what? Do you want me to sit here in humility and wait for you to hurt me?" I growled and tried to close my legs. I am naked, open, and not showing any part of my body. For some reason, it's embarrassing for him to see Bolton's scars. As if they should care about being ugly, like his opinion matters to me right away. Concentrate Samantha! His nostrils flare and his mouth tightens, as if trying to contain my verbal rage. cause. From this angle you can see him lying beneath his towering frame, all his muscles tensing. I know his fists. He still looks at my body but he realises it's not done in a s*xual way or way this time. It's embarrassing to be able to think silly...but he is all the hurt and gets angry. "I said I wouldn't hurt you." "So, can you believe that? Give me a little more rest and loosen up. Must not. It's not your big butt that makes a difference anyway, it's because I have no way of getting away with it. His belligerent snort twitches his lips and makes him so nervous that he doesn't want to think about it. With one of his knees on the bed, he leans forward to untie me and he looks charmingly smiling. I closed my eyes as the heat of his smell and his proximity overtook me. Holding my breath to block out that woody scent, I stood still and waited for the approaching redemption. Gentle fingers come right out of the skin as they touch the flesh just below my left br*ast. knife- Samantha, don't think about that time now. "It must have been so painful," he whispered, and I swallowed and cut it all off. Focus on each bond as it is broken. "You are free." His fever quickly left me and I blinked and saw his back across the room. I turned to myself. It took a few seconds, but my brain came to life. I grabbed the sheet and went to my feet and wrapped it around me. "Who are you?" My words made him turn around, clenching his teeth, and I almost gasped as I briefly flashed violence in his face. "My name is Cole." Why do crazy people always have good names?Why can't they have names that reflect their crazy stuff, like Fester Adams and Something Killer? "Well, Cole, can you give me some good advice on why I'm here, how I got here, And what are you planning for me? Jerking again that he wasn't fooled by my tone. He knows I'm mad. If there is any distance, he diligently keeps between us. Note that the man also knows I'm insanely scared and is trying to calm me down. Big chance, buddy! I was here before, remember? I know exactly how deceptive men can be. Yes, and what can they do? This guy looks like an angel and might smell like he belongs. It's heaven, but the devil was once an angel, so don't let his looks fool you. "Why am I here because I'm not alive anyway? And I have a plan... well, I'll keep it for you." "Well, okay, the problem is I'm not the dog you just got from the shelter. As a person and as a fully functioning and thinking human being, I have to wholeheartedly go to my home town. " The smile disappears and nothing changes. Creezy and soon I take a step back. "You stay. Get it on your mind and get over the bullshit. I was just thinking this place was out of nowhere. Surrounded by walls 3 meters high, electric fences and motion sensors are installed, and security guards patrol the area 24 hours a day. Perimeter and 10 inch thick steel gate. I can't go out. If I hurt myself, I'll paddle your sweet ass if I try. Now take a shower and put on the clothes I prepared for you. It's time for lunch. " Before I could say a word, he came out loudly and quietly closed the door. The lock snaps shut, I finally exhale through a lump in my throat. Good… Sit on the toilet seat, take a shower, and change into jeans, a T-shirt, and Converse shoes. record time. Not because I want to obey him or avoid his anger, but because I feel bad. Clothes make me feel safe. Also, you can't escape completely naked and barefoot.