Chapter 2
Chapter Two
I woke up to the smell of vomit. My whole body felt sluggish, my bones creaked in protest as I tried to move, and worse, when I tried to open my eyes, I discovered I couldn’t. There was a blindfold over them.
It came to me in flashes. Dark room. Black windows. Footsteps. A syringe in my arm. Dark. Vomit. Slave.
Summoning every ounce of strength and resolve, I attempted to lift myself up. Why couldn’t I move? My limbs wouldn’t budge. My mind was telling my body to move, but my body wasn’t responding. A new wave of panic rushed through me.
Fearing the worst, I attempted to remove the blindfold by moving my head. Pain shot down my neck, but my head barely moved. What did they do to me? I stopped trying to move. Just think, I told myself, feel.
My head rest on a pillow, and my entire body lay on something soft, so I was probably on a bed. A shiver ran through me.
Which sick fucker bought a boy to his place? Was I going to be sex slave and raped by pedophiles?
Fabric around my wrists, fabric around my ankles—it wasn’t difficult to figure out I was tied on the bed.
That’s when I heard her voice.
“Good. You’re finally awake. I was beginning to think you’d never wake up.”
My body froze at the sound of the sound of a female voice. I had to instruct myself to breathe. The voice was eerily gentle, like a mother putting a child to sleep. But her voice was too young; there was still a child-like tone to it, yet it was cold and detached.
I shuddered thinking how she had been sitting in the room this whole time. She had been watching me panic.
“Who are you?”
No response.
“Where am I?” My words and voice seemed to be on some sort of delay, almost sluggish, like I was drunk.
“I am your mistress.” A small, cold hand pressed against my sweat-slick forehead. “You are where I want you to be.”
“You bought me?” I said incredulously. “What are you, some sick bitch?”
No response.
“Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I just want to go home,” I pleaded.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Just like that, a sea of despair dragged me under its crushing waves.
Her voice was devoid of many things: compassion, inflection, emotion, but there was one thing that wasn’t missing and that was certainty. She smoothed my hair back from my forehead, an intimate gesture that filled me with foreboding. Was she attempting to soothe me? Why?
“I don’t want to be here,” I whimpered. “This is all a big mistake.”
“Your entire life is going to change. You should try to accept that, because there is no possible way to avoid it. Like it or not, fight it or don’t, your old life is over. It was over long before you woke up here.”
“What’s going to happen to me?” I asked quietly, almost hoping she hadn’t heard. I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer.
There was no answer, and then, “Whatever I wish.”
There was coldness in her statement, as if a monster was speaking from underneath that beautiful voice. My blood turned to ice as cold dread seeped into my brain. For a moment there was silence, apart from my harsh breathing as I tried to inhale air into my lungs.
Her breathing, my breathing, together, in empty space.
“Tell you what I will do…I’ll untie you and take off your blindfold,” she said calmly, as if she had done this many times before.
As much as I tried to clamp my lips shut as she untied me, I couldn’t help but whimper.
My arms and legs were stiff and numb. They felt too large, too heavy, too far away to be a part of me.
Was my entire body asleep? Again I tried to move.
I tried hit her, to hurt her. I’d never hurt a girl before, but I would gladly make an exception this time.
But again my efforts reflected in twitching, jerky movements.
Frustrated, I lay inert. I wanted to wake up.
I wanted to run away. I wanted to hurt her. And I couldn’t.
She made me sit up on the bed, with my legs dangling on to the cold floor. I could feel her arms. Feel her clothes against my skin.
“What’s wrong with me?” I asked in frustration. My body felt like it had aged fifty years. My movements were slow and heavy as I tried to flex my arms. At least my mouth was working fine.
“They gave you a little something. Don’t worry, it’ll wear off.”
I felt her arms around me, her soft breasts on my face as she worked the knots of the blindfold. Strangely, my captor didn’t smell evil. She smelled of honeysuckle. I couldn’t help but to inhale her lovely scent. How could someone so evil smell so lovely?
I felt a tug and the fabric loosened. Light burst into my eyes and I squinted, trying to adjust to the light.
Once my eyes were focused, I blinked to see my captor for the first time.
My mouth opened slightly as my eyes feasted on her.
She looked like she was the same age as me.
She was smaller than me, with a petite frame.
Long waves of jet black hair framed her face, the ends curling over the mounds of her breasts.
She was wearing a baby blue dress, the hem just above her knees.
She was stunningly beautiful, almost ethereal, like a girl painted on a canvas.
How could that beautiful face do such a heinous crime?
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“What’s yours?” I said warily.
There was silence and I almost didn’t expect her to respond, but then she said, “Olivia Ruiz.”
Beautiful name for a beautiful woman, but too beautiful for the monster inside her.
“I’m Caleb.”
“Hmm, like Keleb. Fitting name for a dog.” There was amusement on the surface of her voice.
I couldn’t help but scowl. She was right. My father named me Caleb, for I was nothing but a dog to him. He reminded me that every day, how I was useless. I wasn’t even a human.
“Let me go,” I said quietly.
“I told you. Your life is over. The quicker you learn to adapt to this new one, the better for you to survive,” she said casually.
I staggered off the bed and rushed toward her. My movements were sluggish but I managed to grab her throat before she could move. Her hands clawed my arms as her body shook like a fish out of the water.
“You have no power over me, bitch. I’m going to leave and you cannot stop me. I’m not afraid of you,” I growled at her.
But Olivia only laughed with whatever air she had left, as if finding my statement to be absurd.
“It’s not me you should be afraid of. I’m here to train you. The person who will break you is someone else. You cannot escape. There are guards everywhere.”
“Who should I be afraid of?” I asked angrily. I wasn’t in the mood for this crap. So this girl wasn’t my captor? Someone else bought me?
I heard a door burst open and an older man filled the doorway.
“My father,” she whispered.