As I slowly woke up from my deep slumber, all I could hear was my heartbeat. It went faster and faster. I panicked. I had no idea how to calm down. I kept hearing it beating, how my heart pumps my blood through my veins at a fast tempo.
I try to move around my body, to find a more comfortable position, in the hopes that my heartbeat will slow down. But it only worsened my anxiety. To my horror, I noticed that I was in some way tied down, to what I think is a mattress. I try to move around my weak limbs with not much success. My hands and ankles were tied down with some type of cuffs. It did not hurt, but it was not comfortable either.
I didn't know what to do. What happened? Why was I tied down? These were the kind of questions that kept running through my mind. I had now enough strength to open my eyes. Darkness. I was surrounded by darkness while I was being tied up to some kind of bed. My heartbeat did not slow down. How did I end up like this?
I couldn't remember anything.
'Do not panic,' I told myself. Panicking won't help me. I took a deep breath and then another one, and another one, as many as I needed to slow down my heartbeat so my head became clear. I tried to remember my last memories. I dig and dig through my mind and nothing came up. Only blurry images. What had happened?
The last thing I could remember clearly was that I was done with work... Then I left the building in one piece. So that meant nothing happened at work, right? What happened after that? I wanted to take a cab but decided against it. I didn't want to go home yet. So, I took the long route by walking home. What then?
From here on the images became foggier.
I walked and walked and then I broke down. Did I cry? Yes, I cried. I broke down and I went sitting on the pavement to take a moment before collecting myself. And then... nothing.
Everything after that was either blurry or black until a moment ago when I woke up. How stupid I was. I was too busy with my self-pity that I did not notice someone followed me and took me with them. How stupid I was.
I literally could scream at myself. I knew so well how dark and evil people can be and still I walked into somebody's trap. I knew how scary the world was and yet I became the victim of just another injustice, another crime. Soon I will be just a statistic. Nobody will care about me missing or being dead. Thus, I knew I will be another unsolved case that in a couple of years will turn into a cold case. Where men will found out years later that I was abducted and God knows what else happened to me.
Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. The sadness of it all hit me like a wave. I wanted to do so much more with my life. I closed my eyes and let my silent tears fall.
Life was truly unfair.
No, stop thinking like that, thoughts like that won't help you now. Try to find a solution instead of thinking about problems. So I tried moving again, hoping I could escape from my bounds. Unfortunately, no matter what I tried it did not help. I opened my eyes again. I squinted them to try and find something in this darkness that could help me to escape my current situation. I looked around and I could see some silhouettes but I couldn't make anything of it. A frustrated sigh escaped from my lips.
I tried to think of any ordinary items I could use to set myself free, but I quickly came to realize that I don't have anything in my pockets and I had not hair clips in my hair.
That was my last idea. No other options came to my mind. I came to the conclusion that there were no solutions to any of my problems. The thought of screaming for help crossed my mind but then again it could also attract my kidnappers if they were out there. Maybe that isn't a good idea, but then again what should I do?
The only thing that I could think of is to wait, to wait for my heartbeat to slow down, to wait for some signal that I was being held at some place against my will by people I did not know. Because right now I don't know if this is an evil master plan by my fiancé or by some stranger.
So waiting it is.
I think I fell asleep again because I was jolted awake by a sound of an opening door. The light fell into the room and the silhouettes became more clear. The first things I saw were a dresser and the light grey and pink walls. Then I saw two figures coming up to me. Fear was all I could feel and think of.
I could hear how they moved around the room. One whispered to the other about something I did not understand. My heartbeat went through the roof as I had never been so afraid as I am right now. Never in my life have I felt this hopeless.
Then after a couple of seconds, the curtains in the room were opened and the whole room was lightened by the sun. Well at least it's a beautiful day, a beautiful day to die I thought.
With the sunlight coming through the windows I was met with two pairs of eyes looking down at me. I flinched. They held me captive for a couple of seconds. In front of me stood two well-built men who could easily overpower me in a heartbeat. Feeling intimidated by their stares I looked anywhere but at them. That was when I took in my surroundings.I was indeed lying down on a mattress, cuffed against bars, bars that were surrounding me. The bars scared me and confused me too. Was I in a cage? No that couldn't be because there were no bars above me, just around me. I looked better and it looked like a crib? That couldn't be the case, right? I mean, I know that I am not tall. With my five feet, I knew I didn't reach far in the body length department, but I wasn't that small that I could fit in a crib. Still, it looked liked it was the case, which shocked me.But what shook me more was the rest of the room I saw before me. The bedroom was decorated as a nursery for a baby
"What!?""We conduct the ddlg lifestyle around here," Joon said as it was the most normal thing in the world. I couldn't believe my ears. I knew the sort of what it was, just the general idea. I remember how I sat in the back of the classroom in high school and it was because of that I could hear most of the people's conversations. Nobody paid attention to me anyway. So this one day I heard two girls in my history class talking about BDSM and something about little's and doms.It was not much what I heard, but what I did know and what was the most important in this kind of lifestyle was consent. Currently, that concept was thrown out of the window because I had this feeling that they would force this lifestyle, this fantasy on me."Yes indeed," David supported him, "that is a lifestyle where you have Daddy doms and little girls. We will be your doms and you will be our sub as a little girl. But no worries we don't like the sexual part between the daddy and the g
While Joon left to get something, David was busy looking through the dresser for in God's name what. I stopped struggling, knowing by now that wouldn't work. My chest still moved quickly up and down from nerves. These men were crazy creeps and I had to get out of here. Now I was looking around me for something to get me out of these restraints.Seconds felt like hours. I didn't like waiting for what's to come. I felt my safety was at stake here. Like prey wondering when they would be hunted down by their predator.The entrance of Joon in the room snapped me out of my thoughts. He held something in his hand but I couldn't see what it was. I squinted my eyes in the hope to make out of the shape of the object he was holding, with not much success. They were whispering to each other and walked up to me. I hated that I didn't know what was going on.The two men looked like giant cats sneaking on their next meal. Desperately I struggled against my restrain
David left the room with me in stupid baby clothes and that freaking diaper. Only there was no time for sulking as we were walking through the house. Now was the right moment for me to look for escape routes. But the only thing I saw was a long hallway and the stairs leading us downstairs. I only got a glimpse of the front door, after that, I saw no more signs what could possibly lead me to an escape route.We walked past the living room and went into the kitchen. First I didn't know what was waiting for me but it was already too late when I sat in that torture device. He had put me in a highchair, a highchair! I couldn't even remember the last time I sat in such a chair because I was too young to. Conclusion I didn't need a highchair. These men get more and more on my nerves."Get. Me. Out. Of. This. Chair!" I knew they wou
After breakfast, Joon took me out of my chair and put me on his hip with my head on his shoulder. I hated how close I was to my captor. I hated how my body made contact with his. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. In my mind, I had run already half a mile from these psycho men. I never liked physical contact because I had only bad experiences with it. So, them touching me was absolutely the worst.I saw that we were walking towards the living room with David following us. While they were talking I was taking in my surroundings. I needed to know how this house looked like so when I could walk again I knew my fastest route out of this house."Joon you should really see this, she looks so cute with you!" David squealed."Then take a photo babe. I would like to see the
If I could disappear or turn invisible right now I would do it in a heartbeat. Right now I was laying down on a big changing matt and to say it was humiliating was an understatement. First I had to deal with the mere thought that I had peed without knowing and then with the thought of getting changed like a baby. This was absolutely degrading. The whole time I was getting changed by David I had looked away while I was crying.What did I do to deserve this? Couldn't the world just give me a break?"Sssh Fleur, sssh, it's alright. It's just a quick change. Look here we go. All cleaned up and ready for the day." He picked me up and put me on his hip. Instead of walking out of the room he sat down on a rocking chair and started rocking us.David said sweet nothings to me while I was
After the little chat I had with David I felt fear and hatred in me. These men were just as horrible as any other men close in my life. Beating me when I did not listen. Why do I need to listen to them? Who are they to order me around? Now I think of it, nobody has the right to order me around. Saying what I can or cannot do. It is my life.But the longer I sat on his lap the more comfortable I got. His chest was warm and from time to time he stroked my hair and kissed my head. As he said to me earlier he cared about me, which was hard to believe. Nevertheless, it was a foreign feeling for me. People around me tend to not care about me. I remember my childhood and teenage years as being very lonely. People only talked to me when they needed me for their own selfish needs.Having friends was a concept I was not familiar with.People
I was happy. Days, no weeks, I had studied for this important test and it had paid of, all those hours of hard work, all those sleepless nights brought me to this moment. I was too eager to get home, I ran instead of walking. I couldn't wait to tell my parents the good news. They just had to be proud of me, right? Of course, I worked so hard and had a good grade. No an excellent grade. With that thought, I ran even faster.I arrived at my home and quickly put the key in the door and walked through the opening. Once inside I made a beeline to the living room. There I saw my mum and dad drinking their afternoon tea and coffee. Perfect both of them were home so I could share the good news at once."Mum! Dad! Look, Look!" I bounced up and down as I stood in front of them."Fleur! What did we tell you about your loud voice?!" My mother scolded me with a frown on her face"And what did we tel