His Pet

My captor didn’t return. I remained in the dark room for what felt like a century before the door opened again. I jolted from my sleep, already at an alert at the intrusion. I didn’t even know when I had slept off.

Due to the blindfold, I couldn’t tell if we were still in the night or it was already the next day.

How many hours or days must have passed since I had been brought here?

I had no idea.

The only thought that kept bothering me was that whoever had kidnapped me didn’t have any intention of releasing me.

He had come back. I didn’t even know what he wanted to do to me.

I turned on the bed. My restrained hands were hurting badly. It was starting to feel sore as I hadn’t been able to move it freely. I groaned in pain as I tried to sit up from the bed. My body ached like it was run over by a car. Maybe I was exaggerating, but you get an idea how I was feeling.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” a soft voice spoke.

The voice sounds young and feminine.

I sat up quickly, rel