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When she heard keys jostling in the lock, her heart dropped. She had unknowingly run straight into her captor’s home.
Her breath caught. The sweat that was clinging to her supple young body suddenly felt ice-cold.
The cum that was still clinging to her breasts slid icily down her flat stomach.
The scent was unreal; under any other situation, this would be intoxicating.
Her throat was sore from how hard he had been hammering his cock deep into it, the musky taste of it still on her tongue.
All of it was almost overwhelming, and she had to remind herself that this man was forcing himself on her.
She dared not even take a breath and made no movements while she hid in this closet that reeked of mildew and dust; obviously, this cabin was rarely used.
She heard him crashing around the house, looking through cabinets and throwing doors open before storming out the back door with a loud slam. She waited a moment before flinging herself from her hiding place, only to look up into her captor’s eyes.
He’d tricked her. In her panic, she hadn’t been thinking clearly, and before she could scream, his fingers tangled in her hair again, dragging her kicking and screaming through the cabin until they reached the basement.
As he dragged her down the stairs, her eyes fell on the walls—or rather, the chains and whips, the clamps and cuffs, the plugs and canes, and the assortment of toys designed for sexual torture displayed throughout the room.
She began pleading with him. “Please, I have a family. I have a life. Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I don’t even know where this is. Let me go, and I won’t tell…”
Her pleading fell silent when she saw the look on his face. It was having the opposite effect of what she wanted. It was only making him harder.
She fell silent, still struggling weakly as he forced her wrists into handcuffs hanging from a chain in the center of the room.
Once he was certain she was secure, he forced a ball gag into her mouth and turned to answer a loud knock at the door, leaving her hanging helplessly with the gag strapped securely in place.
She couldn’t scream, even as help stood only feet away.
The shackles were cold against her skin, rusted old things that looked like they had been dangling down here for ages.
Her eyes adjusted to the light, and as they did, she noticed old panties and bras just ripped apart and tossed in the corner.
Cute tops and skirts, dresses, and the like were strewn on the floor.
Stained, cut to ribbons, and covered in dust, it became instantly obvious to her that this man knew what he was doing.
He had kidnapped many unfortunate women and used them for his pleasure.
The walls looked ripped right out of a fucked-up sex shop; the amount of leather and cold steel was enough to trigger her fight or flight, and oh, did she fight.
Screaming out into the ball gag did absolutely nothing other than come out as muffled noises.
The shackles rattled as she struggled, trying to rip the chain from the ceiling.
She stilled when the door upstairs opened.
“Why, good evening, Officer. Can I help you? Pretty late for a call,” her captor said calmly.
His voice remained steady, as though he didn’t have a lithe young woman tied up in his basement.
“Sorry for the disturbance at this time of night, but it’s a rather pressing issue.” The officer pulled out his phone. “Does this young woman look familiar to you?”
She heard her captor feign innocence.
“I’m sorry, Officer. I haven’t seen her. Is she in some type of trouble?”
“Well, let’s hope not, but she went missing from the local gas station, so we’ve begun a search.”
“Do you have a card? I’ll call you if I see her.”
As she listened, she realized this was her only chance—the only way she wouldn’t end up as nothing more than a pile of clothes left behind for his next victim to find.
There was this sick, twisted voice in her head that said, “Maybe you’ll get fucked right if you stay.”
If she were being honest with herself, she could feel the wetness between her thighs.
Always a pleaser, sucking cock usually made her nether regions stir, but this was different.
This was forced. Escape was the only option.
She gripped the shackles tightly and began swinging violently back and forth to rattle the pipes the chain was bound to.
As the shackles dug into her wrists, she could only hope the officer would hear her.
“What’s that sound?” the officer asked, tilting his head as he listened again.
“Oh, that’s my radiator, a busted old thing that barely works anymore. It rattles like an old ghost is down there.” His expression never changed.
“Sir, your clothes seem to be in quite a state… Were you out in the woods?”
“The dog got out, and I had to chase him down.”
As if on cue, a large dog barked outside, and the officer appeared to buy the story. He finished with,
“Well, you have my card, so if you see anything at all, please don’t hesitate to call.”
“I hope you find her,” her captor said, and his voice carried a hint of triumph.
She rattled the chains even harder, but by then, the officer had already dismissed the noise as a faulty radiator.
She heard the cruiser start and pull away.
Moments later, the door closed, followed by the heavy slide of a lock.
A deep sigh escaped her. She’d tried. Exhaustion settled over her from struggling against the chains, and her torment hadn’t even begun.
When the basement door creaked open, she averted her eyes.
She didn’t want to see him. Doing so would make everything feel even more real.
As the door closed, she heard his voice again.