13 comments/ 29456 views/ 52 favorites Believe Me Ch. 01 By: CassieOutOnALimb Note to readers: All characters in this story are over the age of 18. This story (either in this chapter or others) will deal with a variety of subjects that may make many people feel uncomfortable (particularly in this context), such as kidnapping, non-consensual sex, whipping, beating, branding, religion and death. There are large parts of this story that are not primarily focused on sexual activity, so if that is not what you're looking for, you may want to turn back now. For anyone still interested enough to read on, I hope you enjoy and welcome your feedback. ***** ***Chapter One: When It Rains*** April 23, 2013 10:56 PM Somewhere near Loxley, Alabama "Please, turn on..." I twisted the key in the ignition again but it didn't even make a sound. The lights flickered for half a second and went out. I should have seen this coming. The damn clunker had been grinding and whining at me for the last hundred miles. It had been fine for weeks before I left for college-sure, it was a real piece, but for the most part it ran okay-and of course it would pick the evening I left for my new university to completely crap out on me. "Fuuuuck," I let the word drag out, squinting to peer through the windshield at the dark road ahead. I had been sitting along an empty stretch of highway for what felt like hours, but was probably more like 20 minutes or so. Rain saturated the ground and was still falling so heavily that visibility was near to none. I instinctively reached into my purse for my cell phone before remembering that my only tiny, plastic lifeline had been missing for the last few days. Anyway, who was I going to call? Mom had been in the hospital for months now, she was practically a bedridden and 100% out of her mind, my distant father probably wouldn't answer the phone if the world was ending, much less be willing to come pick me up in the middle of the night, in the rain, in the middle of no where, hours from his house. Of course, Megan, my best friend since we were children, would have absolutely made the trip. If we were still on speaking terms. We had something of a falling out, accompanied by a rather nasty argument, and hadn't spoken in longer than either of us cared to admit. I thought I could see the glow of a neon sign ahead, but it was hard to say just how far away it was with all the rain. It equally seemed that it could be just a few feet away as much as it did several miles down the road. I debated waiting it out until morning and sleeping in the back seat, but I knew I wouldn't be any more comfortable with that idea as I would with walking ahead to try and find a building with a phone that I could use to call for a tow truck. Ever a fan of the more productive route, I reached into the back seat and rustled through my bags until I pulled out an old green rain coat. Checking the glove box revealed that I had at least had enough foresight to keep a flashlight tucked in there. With a sigh, I opened the door and hopped out. The second my tattered converse hit the ground I slipped and clung to the door to hold me up in the muddy grass. A mixture of water and mud splashed up and soaked my pants legs-a fact that hardly mattered because the rain was still coming down so hard that I was drenched in a matter of seconds anyway. "Great," I glared out into the night, "just great." I slammed the door harder than I needed to, fuming at the giant hunk of junk, and clicked on the flashlight before heading down the darkened road. My long, black hair clung limply to my face and neck and as an after thought I pulled up the hood of my coat. It wasn't a particularly cold evening, but being soaked to the bone certainly didn't help keep me warm and soon I was shivering. I trudged on, mad at... who? Myself? I should had been having regular maintenance done to my car, I guess, but I just didn't have that kind of cash. The only thing paying for my college was a scholarship and the car had just been passed along from my mother, who was clearly unable to use it any more. There was something very unsettling about walking down such an empty road, alone, at night. I was between two towns I had never heard of and the road was lined with trees that, in the day, probably seemed very friendly and beautiful, but right now felt ominous and oppressive. I almost jumped out of my skin when I thought I saw a shadow shoot across the road ahead and stopped dead in my tracks. I scanned from left to right with my flashlight, in a slow arc along the ground, hoping to see a rabbit or deer-hell, a frog would be more reassuring than what I found. Or didn't find. There wasn't anything there. After a moment, I pressed on, until a sound from behind me had me wheeling around to shine the light back down in the direction from where I had just come. The hair stood on the back of my neck and a terrifying chill crept down my spine. I could have sworn I had heard... something. Footsteps? And a soft clink of metal on metal, perhaps. It's just your imagination, playing tricks on you. You're 18 years old, calm down and act like an adult. Still, something just didn't feel right. I pulled together enough courage to call out, "Is... is somebody out there?" The question fell into relative silence, the only sound being the steady rhythm of the rain on the pavement. It must have been nothing. I finally went to turn and head back towards the neon sign, but as I did the glow from my flashlight passed over the silhouette of a dark figure. I tried to turn it back to the same place, drawing in a sharp breath of air as I did, but there was no one there. "I didn't imagine that..." I whispered to myself, then raised my voice again, "Is there... I -know- there's someone out there..." I kept moving the flashlight, swiping left and right in time. "I have a gun," I fibbed, "so you'd better stay-" My voice was cut off. Something... no, someone, was behind me. They had wrapped their arms around my shoulders and shoved a wet cloth against my nose and mouth. I tried to flail my arms and when the stranger tilted back and pulled me off of my feet, I swung my legs and kicked at his knees. I thought I was putting up a pretty good fight but none of it was any use. In a short time I began to feel weak. To my dismay, my legs stopped kicking and my arms fell limp, my head sagging forward against the towel. A face barely came in to focus in front of me, a tall man in his late 30s, grinning at me with greedy eyes, before the darkness closed in and I lost consciousness. ********************* November 13, 2012 11:27 AM Baton Rouge, Louisiana Cherish Specialty Hospital ...5 MONTHS EARLIER... "She's pretty coherent right now. You picked a good time to visit." I looked up from the visitor log where I had just signed 'Jessica Cabey' next to Megan's name and regarded the bubbly young nurse on the other side of the counter. "We're lucky then," I said with a smile but I knew the words sounded dry. I didn't want to get my hopes up too soon that it was going to be a good day. "Come on, Jessie." Megan grabbed my hand, swiftly steering me away from the nurse's station and down the long hallway towards Mom's room. "I know you're ready to see your mom. We haven't been up here in weeks." "I almost can't take it, seeing her in here." "Don't talk like that... You should be excited to see her. If it was my mom..." "It's not your mom, Meg, it's mine," I snapped and instantly regretted it. Megan and I had been best friends since we were both knee high to a grasshopper. We had gone to school together since kindergarten, spent every Sunday in Grace Baptist Community Church together and when Mom and Dad had started to argue, Megan's house was my home away from home. Lately, though, there was a lot of tension between us. We both knew it was just the stress from all of Mom's medical problems, I think, but that didn't mean it wasn't wearing on us. "Sorry," Meg said softly. We walked on in silence for a few moments before I wrapped my arms around Meg's shoulders, "I'm sorry, too." It wasn't long before we were at room 347. We sucked in a collective breath before knocking and peeking around the door frame. All seemed calm in the room. There had been times where we had walked in on bed pans being thrown and orderlies being cursed at but, at the moment, Mom was just laying there, quietly staring out the window. It took a few seconds before she realized someone had opened the door. Feeling reassured, we pushed the door all the way open and made our way over to the bed, our arms locked in each other's and moving as one. The hospital was an unsettling place for anyone, but in sections like these it could feel even worse. It seemed as though someone came in the room every ten minutes, filling out paperwork, checking IVs, cleaning the floors, bringing food, taking food, adjusting the bed. Luckily, the three of us were the only ones the room right now. "Hey Momma..." I reached out to hold my mother's hand, pulling together the biggest smile I could muster. "It's me, Jess..." "You think I don't recognize my own baby?" she said, squinting at me. At first, I winced. Sometimes Mom was out of it and would get upset very easily. This wasn't one of those times and when the smile broke out on her face, my heart soared. "Meg came to visit you, too." "Hi, Mrs. Cabey," Meg chimed in a cheerful tone. Mom turned her attention to Meg. "Oh Megan Elizabeth Comeau, aren't you just the prettiest little thing! You look so beautiful, just like always." It was true. The two of us were very much alike and at the same time, very different. Megan was tall, well tanned and had a thick head of red-blond hair that fell in perfect waves past her shoulder. She had a tiny waist and curves in all the right places, a regular southern bell. It would have been a lie to say that I wasn't a little bit jealous. I wasn't exactly at the opposite end of the spectrum, just at the different spot. I knew I wasn't ugly, by any means, just plain. I hadn't taken much effort since Mom got sick and I let my long, black hair fall flat and straight to my waist line, where it was scraggly and in desperate need of a trim. I had green eyes-Meg swore they were blue at times but I never saw it-fair skin and a round face. Prominent cheek bones were my defining feature but these days I rarely, if ever, put make up on and when I bothered to do it, it was eye liner and mascara and nothing else. I wasn't fat but I was far from a size 6. Mom always reminded me that I could have been a stunner if I put more effort into it but these days it was trouble enough to pull on a clean pair of jeans, t-shirt and slip on my shoes in the morning. Hearing Mom give Meg a compliment and not me did hurt a little but I tried to brush it off. We all sat and talked for a while, trying to catch up all we could while we had a brief moment of sanity. Before we knew it, there was another cluster of doctors and nurses poking their heads into the room. This was the most annoying part about it all. They would come in, a whole heard of them, staring and prodding. If it had been me, I knew I would have felt humiliated by the whole situation. Mom seemed to like them attention. She tried to introduce us to everyone, even if she didn't know their names. "This is Benji, she's my nurse today." "This is Martha, she checks my blood pressure." "This is Portia." "This is Liz." The list went on and on. Suddenly, Mom grabbed my hand and shook it, pointing to a group of doctors standing in the hallway. "Those are the important people," She announced loudly. Meg and I cringed, looking at one of the nurses that were still in the room apologetically. "That man with the blond hair is one of the top surgeons and that tall man owns the whole hospital." The men were already looking into the room and one of them met my gaze and smiled at me. "Cute doctors," Meg whispered in my ear. I laughed and nodded before turning my attention back to Mom. There was a five minute period where she tried to remember the men's names before she finally gave up-by which time everyone had cleared out and away from the room again. Deciding it was time to leave and let Mom rest, we both stood, kissed my mother goodbye and headed out of the hospital. I couldn't help but to feel as though I had been holding my breath the entire time we were inside and I let it out now, slowly, looking up at the oak trees that lined the driveway into the hospital. "Well, it was a pretty good day, right?" Meg asked as she climbed into the driver's side of her old ford. "Calm. Uneventful. Yeah, I guess it was pretty good." "You didn't tell her you're leaving for college in a few months..." "She doesn't need to know that right now, it'll just upset her. Besides, by the time I leave, her doctor said she might not even recognize me any more. She isn't going to miss me." "...It's gunna be okay, Jessie..." ********************* April 24, 2013 2:03 AM Somewhere in Louisiana ...PRESENT DAY... I awoke with my arms stretched above my head in a Y position. I had plenty of room to stand but the drugs that had knocked me out were still doing their job and left me groggy and tired. My knees pressed in to cold, hard concrete and a chill passed over me, making me shiver. I fought to get my wits about me and a take in my surroundings, trying to understand what had happened. The room was dark and it was difficult to see the walls. I wasn't sure if that was the actual lighting or the drugs. Either way, I couldn't help but to feel like a sardine shoved inside of a tiny can, giving me the impression that the room... cage?... was quite small. I strained to look behind myself and could only just make out the edge of a door frame. I twisted back around and realized that my raincoat had been removed, probably the reason I was so cold now. I still had on my muddy jeans and t-shirt from the moment I had been snatched from the roadside, but my cloths were relatively dry now and my hair wasn't even damp. How long have I been here? Where am I? Who took me? The questions swirled through my mind in a rush. I shook my head, trying to clear the daze that shrouded me and turned my attention to more pressing matters. How do I get out of here? I looked up to see the binding around my wrists and my world spun dizzyingly. It didn't matter, it felt like rope and that was easy enough to tell. I forced myself to my feet, so that my hands were now at shoulder level with the rest of me. I tried tugging on the ropes as hard as I could but I guess I knew it wouldn't be that easy. I then tried to lean over and chew the rope off but with both arms stretched in opposite directions, there simply wasn't enough slack for me to even get that close to my hands, and the ropes were so thick that going that route would have taken all day. I did everything I could think of-even tried lifting my legs up to kick at the ropes but let's be honest, I wasn't athlete of the year and my slightly-below-average lower body strength just wasn't enough to get my legs up that high in the air. I let out a frustrated groan and gave one final tug on the ropes before falling back to my knees in defeat. A soft chuckle rose up from behind me, near the door. My shoulders stiffened and there was that hair raising sensation again. I suddenly realized how exposed and vulnerable I felt in this position. I turned to try and see behind me but it was unnecessary. The source of the laughter was circling around to come up in front of me. His face seemed... extraordinarily familiar but I chalked it up to that brief glimpse of him that I had seen on the road as the chloroformed towel was being pressed into my face. It was hard to tell from the angle but I stood about 5'2 and I figured the man in front of me-my captor, I realized-had to be about a foot taller than me. He had dark brown eyes and darker haired that seemed strategically careless and unruly. There was light stubble on his face and a strong brow that made his expression seem extremely intense, even when laughing and smiling, as he was now. He was slender but looked like he still had plenty of muscle. He wore a white button up and the sleeves had been rolled back. It gave off the impression that he normally wore a suit and had only removed his jacket and rolled up to sleeves in order to come and deal with his new prisoner. The thought made me want to tremble but I tried to hold still. 'Be strong,' I said to myself, trying to gather up my nerve, and I fixed him with an angry glare that I hoped looked dangerous and uninviting. "Well, that was fun to watch. You gave up a little sooner than I expected, but still... plenty of spunk. I'll have to tell Maghiel that he won the bet though..." He leaned close to me and winked, as if giving me a compliment, and whispered, "I thought you'd get out." Rage flared up inside of me and I lunged forward at him, until the ropes caught me and yanked me back. The man watched, unflinching. "You bastard! Let me go! Let me go right now, you sick fuck!" I screamed and carried on like this until my face was red, my throat was sore and I was almost crying through my words. When I finally trailed off, the man reached out, gently caressing the sides of my face until I turned my head away. "Are you done? Get it all out now, dear, because I won't tolerate that kind of language or that raised voice in the future." I drew in a shaky breath and looked up at him again. "Who are you...? What do you want from me?" "There, that tone is much better." He walked away and grabbed a chair from against the wall, pulling it over to sit in front of me. "My name is Gabriel. You will call me master or sir, I'll let you decide which one you like better." The thought of calling this man Master made my skin crawl and a wave of nausea passed over me. I opened my mouth to argue, but he continued on, "As for what I want from you... it isn't so much a matter of wanting as it is a matter of taking. You are mine now. My slave, my pet, plaything... property. Whatever you want to think of yourself as, there's no difference really. The point is, from this moment forward, you will be nothing without me and you will bend over backwards to meet my will and desires." He shrugged and added, "Or you will be punished. Don't think that I will have a problem with the latter. I will tear you apart and I won't bat an eye." I assumed he expected some sort of affirmation that I understood and agreed with him, but I didn't want to give him that. Instead, I decided to lie. "People will come to get me... They'll be missing me and start to look! When I don't show up to college, my family will get worried and..." Before I had time to see it coming, Gabriel reached over and smacked me across the face with the back of his hand. I let out a soft grunt and once more hung silently in my bonds. "Don't EVER lie to me again," He snapped, his voice raised and fury flaring in his eyes as he stared me down. "We both know that no one has any idea where you really are. Your mother's in the hospital, hardly capable of wiping her own ass, and daddy... well he just doesn't care anyway, does he? Your enrollment to Stetson has been delayed indefinitely and since your cell phone went missing..." at that moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out my phone, "no one is expecting to be able to get in touch with you, even if you and Megan had been able to patch things up." I couldn't help but to stare at the phone wide-eyed, confusion spreading across my face and Gabriel added, "I have been following you for... quite some time. Or rather, some of my employees have. I've watched you at your school, at home... in your bedroom. I know everything about you. EVERYthing. Even the tattoo..." He pulled my shirt up, causing more cool air to race up my stomach, to just below the breast line, where he eyed the colorful bird that flew over my right ribcage. "Cute, by the way, but I don't think mommy would have approved." Believe Me Ch. 01 He let the shirt fall and continued, "I had your phone taken specifically so you would have no communication with anyone. And that transmission failure with your hand-me-down car? Your acceptance to a distant school that you hadn't even applied to and, let's be honest, did you really think your grades were good enough to get you in to one of the best colleges in Florida all by yourself and with a scholarship, no less? You think these things were all coincidence?" He was practically beaming with pride, "I've taken great precautions to make sure that you are untraceable." I felt numb. I felt as if everything I had experienced in the last year had been a lie. Worse yet, I felt violated. "Now then..." He grabbed me by the chin and squeezed lightly, "I'm going to untie you. If you try to run, I will hurt you. Do you believe me?" "I do..." I squeaked, and it was the truth. He gave me a little shake, "You aren't stupid. What did you forget?" "I do... sir..." I sobbed. He released his hold and I pressed my chin to my shoulder in an attempt to sooth myself. Gabriel rose to untie me and I watched him wearily. When my wrists were free, I rubbed at the red marks that the rope had left on them and moved to stand up. "Now, you already know the rule about what to call me, so lets go over something else." He retrieved a long, thin stick from some corner of the room and came back to stand in front of me. "If we are ever in the same room, upon your entering or mine, you will bow to me. Fully. On your knees, on the floor, until I tell you to stand." I had been kneeling for what felt like hours already so I stayed standing now and Gabriel sighed and added, "That means you should be kneeling now." "I..." Whatever I had planned to say, I knew instantly that it was the wrong answer. He lashed out with the stick, too fast for me to react or try to block it. It didn't hurt so much, where he hit me in the stomach, but took the wind from me and had the desired effect of dropping me to my knees, where I gasped to reclaim the breath that had just been knocked out of me. "Very good," He continued, as if nothing had transpired. He slowly started to circle me and I was immediately reminded of a shark that was ready to feed. "I suppose this would be a good time for the next rule. If I punish you, you will thank me for it." I was still doubled over on the floor, reeling from the blow he had dealt a moment ago. Even if I wanted to answer him-and I didn't-I hardly had the ability to process his order yet. He slapped me in the stomach again, this time the stick hitting that backs of my knuckles where I held myself. My hands stung and I yelped in pain and whimpered out something that I hoped sounded like, "Thank you, sir..." It must have been good enough for him, because he grinned devilishly and continued to circle me. "When you bow, you need to be aware of your posture." He crouched down, suddenly pressing my forehead to the chilly concrete floor. "This is how you will kneel. If some part of your face isn't touching the ground, you aren't doing it right. This is going to help you to learn your place, at my feet and as far beneath me as you can be." Gabriel stood straight, but used the stick to push against my back and sides until I was just in the position he wanted me in. I didn't dare move a muscle. "If I give you a command, you will do it immediately, without hesitation or complaint. I don't have the time to argue with you about what I tell you to do, so I won't bother. I will discipline you, instead." He had come around me full circle and now stood before me again. I stared forward at his shiny dress shoes. "It's important to me that you understand that you are mine and you belong to me now. As part of this fact, you will no longer be referred to as Jessica, or Jess. I will call you girl or pet or slave or whore or whatever I want until you earn the right to have a name. Am I understood?" I tilted my head back to glare up at him through the hair that hung in front of my face. As much as I could look up, anyway, while still keeping my chin touching the floor. All I could think was 'fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!' Through gritted teeth I breathed, "Yes, sir." He crouched down in front of me suddenly, causing me to jump. "Don't look so peeved," he said, tousling my hair, "I'm going to break you and then you'll love me." Believe Me Ch. 02 Note to readers: All characters in this story are over the age of 18. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for their feedback on the first chapter of this story. I've never submitted to Literotica before and I was admittedly nervous but had a very pleasant experience thanks to all of your support! I also greatly appreciate the somewhat critical feedback-those opinions help me to step back and take a look at the story from an object point of view and make the work, as a whole, much more well-rounded. This story is going to seem a bit depressing at times, but it's always darkest before the dawn so please bear with me and I promise I'll do my best to keep you entertained! **********Chapter Two: Drawing Blood********** April 24, 2013 2:44 AM Somewhere in Louisiana --- I refused to be broken. I refused to be trapped here. I had to get away and as quickly as I could. Life sucked right now, I'll admit that, but I still had so much to live for. I wanted to go to college and get a job, find a man and get married, have children. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in some weird old pervert's basement. Who would? I was going to get away, I reassured myself. Keep your eyes peeled. Look for exits. Figure out this guy's deal and work with it and go back to your Mom and stay alive! "You've had a long day, my pet, so I'm going to let you rest soon." Gabriel led me out of the room where he had me tied up, firmly holding my elbow even though I tried to pull my arm away from him. In the hallway, there was a small spiral staircase and one other door. Passing through it, I realized it was a heavy metal door with several locks on the outside. There weren't any windows in the tiny room and a singular bulb suspended from the ceiling gave off a dim yellow glow that proved to be the only source of light. It swung back and forth as the door closed behind us, causing shadows to dance all across the walls. The sight gave me the creeps, which, I figured, was the whole idea. There wasn't much to the space. A small cot against one wall with a pillow and thin blanket. A toilet and sink were on the opposite side of the room, next to a narrow shower that lacked a door or curtain. There was a desk with paper, pens and a few old books, and a television with a small stack of DVD's. I could tell from here that there wasn't any cable cord. He was smart, I had to admit, he didn't want me to have any contact with the outside world until he was ready for me to. Though there was hardly room for it, there was also a tiny table and two chairs in the middle of the room. 'He plans to keep me here for a long time...' I thought. 'Maybe forever.' "Take off your cloths." The words caught me off guard. I had still been examining the room. I didn't want to forget any important details about where I was. I even made a mental note of Gabriel's appearance, so that I could tell the police if I got out of here alive. No, when I got out. I had to stay positive, I told myself. "What?" I asked, incredulously, "No way!" I should have seen his retaliation coming, but it still took me by surprise when he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look up into his eyes. I shoved at his hand, trying to pull it away from my hair but only succeeded in tugging harder on my head. "Are you really going to be this stubborn the whole damn time?" He shouted, mere inches from my face. "I -just- explained to you, when I tell you to do something, you do it! If you don't, I will do it for you and then I will beat you like a red-headed stepchild!" I was shaking and this time I couldn't control it. He had to see me trembling. Without releasing the hold he had on my hair, he rubbed the space between his brow with two fingers, as if I was giving him a headache and he wasn't the one just screaming in my ears. "You're new to this, I get that... So I'm going to give you one more chance. I want you to take your clothes off. Can you do that for me?" I didn't like the situation but I wasn't dumb enough to piss him off again. I tried to steady my voice, "Y-yes, sir. I'm sorry..." I tried to play the obedient little slave girl. Anything I could do to get him to let go of my hair and stop touching me. "Good girl." His hand slipped away and I took a half step backwards. He hardly gave me any room, still towering over me, and folded his arms across his chest, waiting. I took in a ragged breath and wiped a tear away from the corner of my eye. If there was anything at all, I didn't want the jackass to see me cry. I was going to try not to beg. I didn't know if I would be able to resist, if he really hurt me, but I wanted him to see me as a human and I figured the more I bawled and pleaded, the more he was going to see me as some kind of sniveling dog. Slowly, I reached down and pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it onto the desk at my side. 'It's just like being at the beach, in your bathing suit,' I told myself, but I didn't really believe it. Next, I undid my pants and pushed them down, kicking them off and placing them with my shirt on the desk. 'What does it matter, he's already seen you naked in your room? You didn't know then, but even so...' None of my measures to reassure myself were any good. I let my eyes flicker up to Gabriel's face and I wished I hadn't. He was watching me with an intense, hungry gaze. He let his eyes trail up and down my body in a possessive way. He knew I was his. The thought made my stomach turn. Finally his eyes met mine, expectantly. I didn't have to ask and he didn't have to say anything. That wasn't enough and I knew it. I reached behind myself, unhooking my bra, and slipped it off and on to the desk with my other clothes. I tried to use one hand to cover my breasts while pulling my panties off with the other. It was difficult and in the whole act I did little to really cover myself, but trying felt better than not trying. Soon, I was completely nude, save for a small silver cross that hung from a thin chain around my neck. Dad had given it to me for Christmas one year when I was very young and we were still a family. Gabriel didn't ask me to remove it, so I left it in place. I was glad. If anyone was going to give me strength here, it was going to be God. No sooner had my panties come off before he was against me, pressing himself onto my naked body. He shoved me back, until I hit the wall. The concrete felt like an icebox and I arched by back, unintentionally pushing myself into my captor. Gabriel took hold of my wrists, pulling them above my head where he grabbed them with one hand. The other traveled down, running over my sides and caressing my breasts. "Stop..." I breathed, trying to make myself sound dangerous and in control. His eyes, which had still been invasively roaming my body, snapped up to meet mine. He looked crazed, wild, more like an animal than a man. "Don't beg for me to stop when I'm doing something I enjoy, whore," He rumbled. Then he moved his head closer so that his lips barely brushed my ear and spoke softer. "You are mine. I'll do with your body whatever I want." He moved his hand to my nipple, where he grabbed and twisted, pulling roughly. I whined and tried to wiggle away but it was no use. "Whether I want to pinch..." He moved his hand down again, so that his fingers played softly at my lips and clit. "Rub..." He shifted his hand one more time, finally plunging a finger inside of me, "Or feel you from inside... You're going to happily let me do any of those things to you and more." A soft moan escaped me, the sound full of desperation. I wasn't enjoying it but I couldn't help the noise I made. I closed my eyes tight, wishing this was all a dream and that I could just wake up. But I couldn't and Gabriel kept his finger moving inside of me. "Despite your greatest efforts, you're wet..." He chuckled, tilting his head to look down at my face. "Maybe you like being controlled more than you let on." I wanted to curse at him and slap him and push him away, but even if I had been brave enough to do any of that, he had me pinned so well that there was no chance of moving a single muscle that he didn't want me to. I couldn't help that I was wet. There were just certain ways nature had my body reacting to this kind of treatment. In my mind it was abuse and I wanted nothing more than for him to stop, but my body betrayed me. I knew I never could of gotten off from it and I held on to that fact as a silent rebellion against his physical onslaught. Finally, he removed the finger from inside of me. I opened my eyes and his hand was in front of my face. "Suck." I didn't have time to think about it before he shoved the finger into my mouth. Back, like an old friend, there was that sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach again when I tasted my own juices on his finger. Adding fuel to the disgusting fire was the scent of cigarettes on his hand. Fearing backlash, I quickly went to work sucking his finger clean. Far overdue, he stepped away. I let myself lean against the wall, wrapping my arms around myself defensively. "If you are a good girl and you obey me, I will continue to give you pleasure like I just did." The entire notion was ridiculous. I was almost certain I would rather be beaten than have him violate me like that again but I didn't comment and he continued, "If you're a bad girl, you'll only know pain... and I will still have my pleasure." Silence fell and I quickly spat out another, "Yes, sir." It seemed to be what Gabriel wanted and he moved to pick something up off of the bed. "Your clothes, like your name, will have to be earned back. Something of a trust and obedience lesson. For now, you will have only this." He handed me a thin white dress. I practically jumped into the outfit as soon as he had given me an approving nod and was instantly grateful to have something covering me again, hiding my body from his wandering eyes. It had narrow straps and when I pulled it on it rose a good 5 or 6 inches above the knee, was quite low cut, and my nipples poked right through the sheer material but anything was better than nothing. "Behave and you will have pants and socks and shoes and jackets in no time." He smiled at me encouragingly. It was so bizarre. When he was raging, he looked so terrifying. And it wasn't as though he was any less scary when he smiled, but he looked so... genuine. Somehow it felt deceitful. The man was clearly insane. He changed directions like a candle in the wind. He went from livid and screaming to all smiles in a matter of seconds. "Turn around." What now? I turned to face the wall, much as my mind tried to bargain for me not to turn my back on this monster. I felt him grab my wrists and was surprised at the gentleness of his hold when he wasn't punishing me. Unfortunately, I soon realized he was tying my hands behind my back with another rope. The realization that I would soon be restrained and helpless, again, set in and I began to squirm. "Hold still," he commanded sharply and with great reluctance, I froze. "I will have to keep your hands tied for now, while I'm not around. I don't want any chances that you'll get away from me, my little pet. Soon, we aren't going to need this. You'll gladly obey me and very soon you won't even dare thinking of trying to escape, even though I'm sure that it has been the only thing on your mind all night." I stiffened. I thought he could hear me gulp. Of course, he had to know that I wouldn't have much else on my mind. He had finished binding my hands behind my back and he brushed the hair away from the sides of my neck before leaning in and placing a soft kiss there. His arms came around me, hands entwining over my stomach. "It's okay. You aren't in trouble. Like I said, we won't have to worry about these things soon, alright?" "Yes, sir," I replied, but I didn't believe it. I swore the second I had the chance, I was going to bolt in whichever direction would take me as far away from him as possible. After a moment, Gabriel released me, only to steer me towards the bed where he helped me lay down, tied my ankles together with a second rope and tucked me under the flimsy blanket. He kissed my forehead. My skin crawled and I resisted the urge to try and bite him when he pulled away. Gabriel gathered up my clothes from the desk and headed towards the door. "You'll sleep for now. I'll see you in the morning." He looked back at me as the door swung closed, "Sleep tight, my little pet." The sound of the locks turning on the door sounded final. I was trapped. I let out a little sob as the lights flicked off. ******************** April 24, 2013 9:30 AM Somewhere in Louisiana --- Gabriel came back into the little cell in the morning. The light switch was on the outside of the door, I had discovered, and he flipped them on before entering. Half asleep, I shifted around underneath the covers, trying to hide my face from the oppressive light. "Get up." The words sounded extremely loud in the otherwise muteness of the room, yanking me the rest of the way out of my sleep. Startled, I lifted my face from underneath the covers and watched him through half open eyes, before working my way out of the bed-a more difficult task than usual. Still groggy, I felt myself sway back and forth on my feet, trying to rouse myself. I had spent a large part of the night crying into my pillow and then another portion of time hopping around the room-cage-trying to find something to cut the rope off with or some means of opening the door. With the lights off, the room was pitch black like a cave and my search had turned up nil. Eventually, I had given up and struggled to get back in bed, under the covers as he had left me, before he returned. With all the activity and the unsettling feeling of sleeping in a place that I was unfamiliar with-and really didn't want to be at in the first place-I had only fallen asleep a couple of hours ago. I was disappointed in myself because I knew the less I slept, the harder it would be to get away. I needed to be aware. I needed to be able to focus. "What are you doing?" There was that testing edge to his voice and he folded his arms across his chest authoritatively and stared me down. He wants me to kneel. I looked around myself with a stupid, confused expression on my face. How to get on my knees without flopping on the floor like a fish and essentially busting my ass? "But you haven't untied me... sir," I finally said, although I really didn't have to state the obvious. In a matter of seconds, Gabriel had crossed the tiny room and grabbed me up by my neck. He squeezed so tight that I felt my airway get cut off. I couldn't breath and was almost instantly gasping for air. With my hands tied, there was no fighting him. "What did I tell you yesterday?" he growled. When I didn't answer, he repeated the question. "I said, 'what did I tell you YESTERDAY?" He had screamed the last word in my face and I couldn't hold the tears back any more, letting them roll down my cheeks in fat droplets. Something about the thought of being completely, physically helpless just made me feel so weak and terrified. The fact that I had only just woken up and wasn't processing very well, yet, didn't help either. He loosened his grip only so much that I could gasp out a few words at a time, "I should... bow... when you come... into the... room." "Very good," he said sarcastically and released his hold. The second my feet hit the floor, I crumpled onto the ground. I gave myself only a moment to try and control my breathing before pulling my legs beneath me and pressing my head to the ground as he had instructed me the night before. "I don't care if your hands are tied up, if you're sleeping, eating, taking a piss... I don't care if you're on fucking fire... If you're physically capable of kneeling, you will kneel!" I felt the bottom of his shoe on the back of my head, pushing down. It wasn't enough to hurt me but the goal must have been more to humiliate me than anything. It was working. "Have I made myself perfectly clear?" "Y-yes sir." "Now, what do you say?" "Thank you, sir," I whispered, defeated. "You're really testing me, pet..." He sighed, removing his foot from the back of my head. "We didn't have to go through all of that. You were about to get untied and I was going to let you sit at the table and eat breakfast." I tilted my head towards the table and could just see the side of a bowl from this angle. I hadn't noticed the food before but now that I was paying attention, I could smell it. I realized how hungry I was and my stomach rumbled right on cue. "I think I'm going to have to take away your privilege to sit at the table, though, at least until you can learn to behave yourself better." He grabbed my arm, making no attempt to be gentle, and pulled me towards the table. He sat me back on my knees, upright, and took a seat for himself in one of the quaint chairs. I sniffled, my cheek tear-streaked and wet, my hair falling messily in front of my face. In contrast to how roughly he had just handled me, Gabriel leaned down and carefully wiped away my tears. He combed my hair away from my face with his fingers and when he was done he kissed the top of my head. "Calm down, now... It's time to eat." It was a simple breakfast, just a bowl of grits and a few strawberries, but I was getting so hungry that it seemed like banquet. I waited to see if he would untie me but it was made obvious that he didn't plan to when he scooped up a spoon full of grits and held it in front of my face. Everything in my body protested, screaming at me not to give in, not to give this maniac what he wanted: to eat from his hands. This was all part of the game, I knew. Make me depend on him for food and in time, I would associate him with good things. Somewhere a smart, rational part of me popped up and said that I needed food. How was I going to fight him if I was too weak from not eating? How was I going to escape? That little part of myself really got on my nerves, but I opened my mouth to let the spoon in. He fed me like that, occasionally giving me a few sips of water from a plastic bottle, until it was all gone. Gabriel set the spoon down in the bowl and looked at me as though waiting for something. "Thank you, sir." He grinned, pleased with the response. "Good, you can be taught." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic pill bottle. He took a little pink pill out of it and told me to stick out my tongue. I didn't exactly feel safe, taking this mystery drug, but I figured if he wanted to kill me then he could have done that already. I swallowed the pill and Gabriel helped me chase it with the water. "Don't worry, it's just birth control." Knowing what it was didn't exactly calm my nerves. "Now, you're going to have some chores to do, every day. I want you to get into the routine, so you know exactly what to do without me having to tell you. When you wake up, as long as you are good, you will always have breakfast ready. We'll go through everything together this morning, but I expect you to learn all of your duties the first time. I don't want to go over it again, understood?" "Yes, sir." "When you finish with breakfast," he said, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me closer, "You're going to give me something, in return. You can think of it as a way to say 'thank you,' for my taking care of you so well." He spread his legs enough to allow me between them and moved to unzip his pants. "No, please..." I wasn't exactly the most promiscuous girl in town, but I knew what was coming. I barely got the words out when he slammed his fist down on the table, causing the dishes to jump and clink together. "God damnit! Are we really going to have to go through this?!" Believe Me Ch. 02 I shrank back, eyes wide. He seemed insane when he yelled at me, even more so than he already did. His face would redden a little and his hair shook messily on top of his head. "N-no sir!" I quickly chimed, "I'm sorry... I just got scared. Please... I'm okay, please." He glared at me, like he was trying to figure out just what to do with me. Finally, he ran his hand through my hair. "It's alright, my pet. I know you're nervous now, but you'll adjust." Gabriel finished unzipping his pants and pulled out his shaft. For all accounts he was average in length, but that didn't make it any less intimidating. It was already well on it's way to being hard. I tried to hold myself together. Don't think about it. Just do it. Without much warning, he put his hand on the back of my head and steered my mouth closer. "Just lick it, first," he ordered. Not wanting to upset him again, I didn't waste much time getting to what he wanted. I tried to just lick at the tip of his manhood, but Gabriel moved my head down and forced me to lick up the entire length of it, from the base to the head. It didn't keep me from being any less disgusted, but I was relieved to find that he had clearly showered and was very clean. If it had been any other way, I wasn't sure how I would have gotten through it. He became rigid after just a few licks. "Alright, pet, you can suck on it now." I tried not to scoff. You can? As if I wanted to. I moved my head up and made myself wrap my lips around the head, where I gingerly started to suck. I felt his hands clench in my hair and he leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes. "Good girl..." he breathed. "Use your tongue." I wanted to cry but I held back as best I could. I wasn't going to give him that, not right now. I could cry later. I licked around the sides of his member and sucked at the same time. He moved my head up and down with his hand, slowly at first, then quicker and further down. I let him guide me in the beginning because it was easier than trying to do it myself, but before I knew it I was gagging on him. I pulled my head back to try and breath. "Did I tell you to stop?" He asked, pushing my head back down. "Hmm?" "Nrfh fwir," I mumbled, my mouth overly full of him. He shoved my head down more violently, falling into a steady rhythm. I wanted to push away or at least put my hands on his knees to brace myself, but I couldn't move them for the ropes. When he started to gag me again, I tried to pull away. When I couldn't, in my panic, I unintentionally bit down ever so slightly. It didn't matter if it had hurt him or not, because he felt it and that was enough. He yanked my head back and slapped my cheek so hard I thought I could feel my brain rattle around inside my head. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?" he yelled, ripping at my hair once more. He stood and tugged me forward to look at his shaft closely. "Are you trying to make me bleed?!" I could see the teeth marks on him and I knew it must have hurt. Shit. I was in big trouble. "I'm sorry!" I pleaded, "It was an accident! Please, I'm so sorry!" He had tucked his member away and zipped up his pants with one hand, the other still holding my hair. He started to drag me out of the room and down the hall. I cried out in pain and fear but either he had suddenly gone deaf or he really just didn't care because the sound of my cries didn't even make him flinch. We were back in the room I had been held in when Gabriel had first introduced himself to me. The lights were on full this time and I could clearly see the whole room-well, as clearly as one could with eyes full of tears and being dragged across a floor by their head. The room had several strange contraptions, most of which looked like they were meant to restrain. There was a long metal table with many straps and a tiny cage on the floor. It reminded me of a dungeon and I shuddered to think of why he had brought me back into this room. He practically threw me across the ground towards an empty section of wall. "On your knees, you fucking whore. And face the wall." I hurried to do as he asked, scooting across the floor towards to where he wanted me and a moment later felt the sweet relief of him untying the rope that pinned my arms back. He tore my dress off over my head and without giving me time to adjust my arms to a new position, he placed my hands on the back of my head. "Keep your fucking hands right here," he shook my wrists to add emphasis to his words, "Do not move them from the back of your head. Understand?" "Yes, master..." I murmured, hoping to gain brownie points. I felt extremely open, cold rushing over my bare back and stomach. My chest rose and fell heavily as I waited to see what he had planned. He moved away from me and I heard him rustling around against the far wall. There were a few footsteps and then I didn't hear anything for what seemed like forever. I was caught completely off guard when I felt the first bite of the whip on my back and I screamed out, instantly moving my hands to brace myself against the wall. It was every bit as painful as I had ever imagined it would be. He was right behind me in a heartbeat, wrenching my arms back to put my hands on the back of my head again. "You aren't listening, whore! I said to keep your arms right here." He violently smacked my rear several times, drawing up a whimper. "If you move your hands again, you'll get double what I was already going to give you!" He straightened, towering over me again. "When I whip you, I want you to count and say 'thank you'. You're missing the first one, so we'll do it over." He moved back and before I knew it, he cracked the whip against my naked flesh again. It felt like fire shot up through my back. I had to put it up as one of the most painful things I had ever experienced. "One... th-th-thank you, sir." CRACK "Two... thank you... sir..." I tried to focus on a little chip in the concrete wall. It looked like the shape of a horse and I tried to imagine miniscule stick figure men chasing it around in a field, trying to saddle it. CRACK "Th-three... thank you, sir..." Horse. Horse. Focus. Horse. CRACK Fuck, it stung! "Four, sir... thank you..." "Last one, little girl." He said and I took in a deep breath. Just one more to get through. CRACK Maybe it was just me but the last one felt the hardest and I let out an ear piercing shriek before, "Fiiiiive... thank you, sir..." "You would have only had five in all, if you had obeyed me and kept your hands where I told you to," He commented, as if it was my fault that he had just whipped me. Long red marks criss-crossed my back, but only the very last one had drawn just the smallest speckle of blood. "If you try to make me bleed, I will make you bleed. If you ever do that again..." He trailed off, clearly still fuming but trying to control himself. "You haven't even begun to feel pain like you will if you bite me again. Do you believe me?" "Yes, sir," I growled through gritted teeth. I was still facing the wall with my hands on my head, too terrified to move. My eyes were red and bloodshot. I had given up on my battle not to let him see me cry. There was just no way. I jumped when I felt Gabriel's arms on mine, pulling them down to my sides, before untying my legs and helping me up to my feet. "Shh," he hushed me, "It's okay. It's over now. Come on." He led me back to my room where he motioned for me to lay down on my stomach on the bed. He disappeared, the door locking behind him, but returned moments later with a tube of some sort of cream in his hand. I was in too much pain and far too tired to do anything but lay there. "You really need to start behaving yourself," he said and he started to spread the cream over my wounded back. "I don't want you in pain -all- the time." "Yes, sir," the words came out muffled because I was biting down on my pillow and had two fists full of blanket. He was completely loony. How else could he go from this viscous, attacking beast to someone who treated me as if I was a fragile little bird? The feeling of the cream on my back made me hiss in a breath. It burned at first but moments later I felt a coolness like water sweep over me. "Ooh, thank you..." I said absentmindedly. Gabriel got up and washed his hands in the sink, before coming to sit on the bed next to me. He pulled my head onto his lap, causing me to turn on my side but not agitate my back any more than it already was. He pet my hair, as if I was a sick puppy. I hated to admit it, because no contact with this man was really pleasant, but the soothing motion was actually a bit comforting. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine it was someone else offering me warmth. It wasn't long before I had dozed off on his knee and he let me sleep, watching over me protectively. Possessively.