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 wouldn't do it but I had made one rule for myself in this situation: fight everything they do to you.
"Princess, we know that you're just adjusting to everything around here and that you don't know your rules yet. BUT we always, and I mean always, use our manners in this house, do you understand?" Joon said with a very serious face.
I scoffed, "Where were your manners when you kidnapped me? And where were your manners when you two decided to take away my motor control? Tell me Joon." Joon didn't look too happy with my answer. It didn't matter to me I didn't need his approval for my good behavior.
"Watch it, missy! And use your manners." That was all he said, he didn't even have a comeback. What a coward.
"Fine, have it your way, get me out of this chair, please?" Both men didn't look pleased with my current behavior but they decided to ignore me, which irritated me a bit. My voice was the only tool I could use as a weapon against them.
I guessed it was morning due to the food that was being made, it looked like breakfast. Joon was busy with making toast and pancakes and David was busy with making drinks and something else which I couldn't see that well. Meanwhile, I tried to move my fingers and hands. It didn't work well, I only moved them with the slightest movement. This was really frustrating. And the feeling of being violated grew more and more inside of me.
The men were done with making breakfast and placed the food on the table. Honestly, those pancakes looked really good. If they gave me that for breakfast I would eat it. Unfortunately, for me, that wasn't the case. When David turned around I saw what was the other thing he was making. It was porridge, the kind you would give a baby who just started eating solid food. I was NOT going to eat that. Only one problem was I couldn't move away from him, not even my head.
Joon made himself comfortable in front of me and sipped his coffee. While David said on the right of me, at the head of the table, but he didn't start eating his food. Instead, he placed the porridge on my tray, then he took the spoon and tried to feed me, tried. I held my mouth shut. Nothing could pass these lips.
"Sweetie, come on, you need to eat your breakfast. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." I didn't respond. "Come on, I know you're hungry." David tried again. I didn't budge, even though I was hungry. I was trying to make a statement with this. David tried a couple of times with sweet words to feed me. It didn't work, however. Then Joon butted in.
"Little flower, I suggest you let your Daddy feed you, or I will feed you. And trust me I will not be so kind as he is, so a word of advice: eat your breakfast." I knew it was a threat but I didn't respond to it. I still held, like a stubborn girl, my mouth shut. And 'Daddy', are you serious? I know how ddlg works, I know the male Dom carries the title 'Daddy' but I will never, ever call them such titles. Even using their names is too polite. I should name them Bastard One and Bastard Two.
David tried again to feed me, which he failed. "Oke, that's it. David move away please." Joon walked around the table and took the spoon from David's hand.
"Oke, young lady, I will try this one time the normal way, if you by then don't comply I will use force. So, what is it going to be?" He said while holding the spoon in front of my lips.
His threat didn't work on me and I still kept my mouth shut. They needed to know I wasn't okay with all of this. They needed to learn that you can never have full control of somebody else. I needed to be strong and don't give in. How easy and maybe nicer for me that would be. I needed to make a point.
"No? You won't comply?" Joon asked.
I didn't answer, just held my mouth shut.
"Fine, then force I will use."
And with that he held my nose shut so I couldn't breathe. I panicked. I didn't know he was going to use this kind of force, but still, I held my ground.
"Joon, Joon! You are going to kill her this way!" David said with a distressed voice.
"David not now. She will open her mouth."
I still held my mouth shut and I could feel its effects on me, I became light-headed. Right, when I thought I won and Joon would let go, my body betrayed me and I opened my mouth. And right on cue Joon shoved the spoon in my mouth. I wanted to spit it out but Joon was ahead of me and held his hand over my mouth. With tears in my eyes, I swallowed the porridge down my throat.
"Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" Joon asked me. I remained silent. I had lost the last battle I could possibly win but I didn't. Joon looked at me and saw the same feeling on my face. He knew that I knew I had lost. He took the seat in front of me and started to feed me. Every time I tried to keep my mouth shut he would hold my nose and in the end, I would open my mouth. With tears on my face, I finished my breakfast.
When the bowl was empty Joon stood up and said, "Good girl finishing your breakfast for your Daddy and Papa." He gave me a kiss on my forehead and placed the bowl in the sink. I hated that he praised me and I hated that he had shown affection towards me and I hated these men with all my heart.
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
After I calmed down and the three of us filled our stomachs with lunch, Joon had left us again to go to his office to work. David had decided to take me again to the living room."Now that your tummy is all filled up with yummy food we can do something fun," David spoke to me in a baby voice. "So what do you want to do sweetie?" He looked at me, waiting for an answer.I just shrugged my shoulders. I really wasn't in the mood to do something 'fun'. I wasn't in the mood to do anything at all. I felt empty knowing that things wouldn't get better for me, only worse.Just like at home I wanted to curl in a corner and just listen to some music. I wished that I was invisible to them as well. Joon and David's attention was torturing me. I wanted to be left alone."How about some coloring?" I looked at my hands where those stupid mittens were still on and looked back at him."Are you serious? With these?" I asked while holding up my arms.&
As I woke up the next day I remembered how angry and upset I was last night when I was left alone in the crib. I was angry at them, my captors, and I was angry at myself for being so timid. I have made it too easy for them. I let them walk right over me. I barely made things hard for them. I felt like a doll, someone you can pick up and dress up however you want.My anger grew and grew while I was laying there by myself. All my pent-up frustration from over the years and these last two days were starting to blow up. I was seething. These men were horrible. I never asked for this. Right then I was ready, I was ready to show my anger and make things really difficult for them.But I doubted myself. I had never been angry or furious at someone. I feared that in the end, I would just submit to them because I didn't like conflicts or punishments. But I had every right to not co-operate with them.This made me wonder why I always listened to my parent
I just laid there on the soft material of the playpen. I felt empty. The punishment wasn't bad. Although it did hurt. It was mentally more painful. It was the memories that came with it. The trauma that I felt.It reminded me of one specific memory, the summer when I was ten years old. All summer I was by myself because my parents and sister were busy with who knows what. I think they even went on vacation when they hired a nanny for me. I didn't even know the difference between them being away or staying at home.But all of a sudden my sister wanted to do something with me. I think my parents send her to me. In the hope that I wouldn't lose my social skills and so that my sister and I wouldn't get that estranged from each other. So when needed, my sister and I could get along when there were visitors in the house.I was playing in the backyard at the small lake we had for ourselves. I had seen some fish and they looked fun to play
More and more painful memories came to my mind. I felt horrible. I wanted to disappear, go away to a place far from here and from home. It was too much for me to process. Too much happened. I needed an out. I need a place away from it all. Away from these men, away from my toxic family. I wanted to crawl into the darkness and hide in there. So the light will never find me.I wanted someone around me who cared for me for the way I am and not for what they want me to be. Someone who liked me as a friend and loved me as a lover. Someone that can tell me everything is alright and I don't need to worry about anything.My time here with these men made me realize things I have never seen before.I realized that the way my family treated me was plain abuse. I should have left or spoken up to my family. Maybe if I wasn't so fixated on not starting any conflicts I wouldn't have been in this situation. I would be somewhere way nicer than over here. But I