Waking up in an unknown room, the room was dark. There were no open windows, only a barred window letting in the moonlight. I adjusted my eyesight and was able to see the room was bricked and had a steel door on the other side of the hall, and a dog dish not so far from me containing water and food probably fresh or old, I tried to get up but got held back and looked down seeing chains on my legs and arms. Who would do this? I thought to myself as I was thinking I heard the door open with a CREAK and that caught my attention. I looked at the figure standing in the doorway. It took me a second to see who it was through the light.
Finally, I saw a tall muscular man with Jet- black hair slicking back forming bangs in the front. He walked closer to me and I scooted back until his face was close enough that I can feel his breath hit me I was trembling, he then spoke
'' What are you scared'' he laughed and gripped my face tight I tried to look away, but his grip tightened
'' Silent, huh I can fix that''. He let go of me and got up and went towards a hidden closet, the closet was full of whips. My eyes went wide after seeing this, I thought for a moment about what he was going to do to me. My thoughts stopped when he came closer to me again, he showed me a whip in his hand. He said
''Stand'' I stood obediently he walked around me in circles looking at my top to bottom
'' Nice body such a shame it will be marked'' I was puzzled by what he meant then he hit me
'' AHHHHHH'' I yelled it was painful he whipped me over and over saying
'' Scream more no one will hear you'' tears ran out of my eyes from pain nothing more, he dropped the whip after hours of whipping he then looked at me with my face all teary
'' Remember when I talk to you, respond'' he said. I nodded then he picked up the whip again yelling out
'' WORDS'' I was hesitant at first
''AHHHH'' I screamed again he held up the whip again and I flinched and stuttered out '' Ye...Yes sir'' I was bawling my eyes out before he stepped out of the room
'' So Useless'' then closed the door. I curled up on the mattress I woke up on and cried myself to sleep. At this point, I want to be dead, not alive.
The next morning I found a woman cleaning my body. She was beautiful with blond hair. She was applying ointment on my wounds and putting on wraps, her touch felt like a motherly touch. I was in pain my chest was covered with scars maybe for life she was careful with me not like whoever tortured me to death, I was too weak to sit up or say anything. The women were done wiping me. I cleared my throat
'' Thank you for cleaning me'' I said softly she looked at me calmly and smiled '' It's my job'' she said. We talked for a bit about this and that.
'' Oh, what's your name?'' I asked '' My name is Mary, the main maid of Mr. Black'' she said. What made me curious was who Mr. Black is he a boss or... my thoughts got cut off when Mary shook me. I then asked
'' Who's Mr. Black'' the room went silent when I asked that question Mary didn't respond after a while and then spoke
'' Mr. Black is my boss and you're his...um'' I then realized
'' Do you mean pet'' she nodded a pet I thought but this isn't real, but the pain was I must be dreaming. I pinched myself '' OW'' nope it was real I'm a pet I then asked Mary
'' What is Mr. Black's Job'' her face darkened when I asked she said a few words under her breath I couldn't understand what she said
'' What did you say speak up'' I said gently then she was more stubborn then spoke
'' I...I should leave'' she stumbled getting up I grabbed her arm, but she twisted free '' Mary wait'' before I could finish she left the room. What was so bad about Mr. Black's job that she couldn't tell me about it? I just shrugged and lay on the mattress. I was careful not to put pressure on my scars and got comfortable, I just kept wondering what Mr. Black does for a living. These thoughts swirled in my head like a galaxy of questions waiting to be answered.