(Just storyline here]

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Samantha: Sinking into Reality and Collard

Confined on the 4th deck of a cargo ship, Samantha knew things had taken a turn for the worse the moment she realized the door was locked last night.

Alex told her where the nearest restroom was.

” Down the hall, second cabin on the left.”, with absolutely nothing out of the ordinary in his voice.

Was Alex in on this, or was he in danger too?

Last night when she tried to return to Alex and his friends, the heavy metal door out to the hallway was locked. There was no response to her calls for help. No one came to help her. Pure panic set in. Her gut doing flips as adrenaline pumped through her tightened chest. She sat on the bed in denial that just maybe some emergency came up and they went to an upper deck. It seemed like an hour had passed when she heard the ships engines start. The sound eventually increased to a continuous vibrating growl. She could tell they were moving by the subtle sway in her room. She could no longer hope that this was a simple mistake. She was being taken.

Day two:

Opening her eyes to the sound of the door rattling, she glanced across the room from the bed in the center of the empty room. A dim light moved across the floor starting from a woman’s silhouette standing in the doorway…

“Good morning sweetheart.”

Moving across the room in silence, the figure stopped when it reached the table against the wall. A tray of uneaten food from late last night was replaced with another. The clank of metal chains rattled across the side of the table as she was exchanging the trays. The woman turned and began her walk toward the door. This is the first time Samantha has seen who had come into her room during the night.

“You should really eat something darling. I know you’ve slept less than an hour, but it’s too late to do anything about it now. Sir will be here to see you this morning for an introduction.”

Making her way to the doorway, she paused to face the new girl she would be mentoring.

Samantha could see a side view of the woman’s dark silhouette. The shape of the woman’s breasts was outlined by a soft glow lit behind her. Full breasts, bare nipples in clear view.

‘She was topless. What the Hell!’ confusion began to swirl in Samantha’s mind. 'What is happening to me?'

“I’ll be happy to answer any questions that I can. You can knock on the door and call for me if you need. Go ahead and take a shower before He arrives. Fresh towels are hanging inside your shower. “

The woman stopped for a second time as she reached the threshold, whirling back around, long dark hair twisting and floating across her back.

“Oh yes!”, she said with a big smile. “I’m #8”. Good luck! ……And one more thing.”

"You'll be fine. So, relax. I know you're pissed.” The woman glanced at the ceiling as if reflecting ….

“At least I was at this stage…..Anyway, you’ll be fine”, she said shrugging her shoulders…

Darkness filled the room again as the door closed behind the half nude woman.

Samantha got up from the bed and searched for the fresh towels the woman spoke about. A fresh shower to clear her head and freshen her exhausted, puffy eyes from all the crying would be nice.

She was cried out and felt she would never have another tear to give for the rest of her life.

“I’m done with this bullshit!” She said out loud.

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She was fed up with herself for feeling sorry for herself and yes, beginning to get pissed at this whole situation. Samantha, went into the bathroom and found the soft burgundy towels the woman told her about, placing one outside the largetiled shower. There was no door to the bathroom but she was still able to zone out under the hot water from the tall shower head.

As she was drying off, she still had to try to focus on something else to not spiral into a mental mess.

‘This whole room is so weird!’, she thought, attempting to distract herself from being desperate and weak, as she saw it.

There were windows along the long wall with the doorway to the hallway. but had curtains drawn from the outside. The glass was extra thick with wire made inside of it. The room had very high ceilings causing the room to have an echo. All white tile floors, white walls… windows out of reach along the exterior wall of the ship with a dim light just beginning to flood in…. White sheets on the bed in the center of the room.

As she tried to make sense of her surroundings, her mind was constantly seeing new details she hadn’t noticed before.

The shower looked very high end… large dark brown tiles, marble and crystal lighting and long enough for the 3 separate shower heads. It was very dark…

Opposite the shower a long, marbled vanity stained in black with a mirror above the entire 8 ft or so length. It was for wheelchairs or something because the floor was seamless into the shower.

As she made her way back to the bed, she guessed the layout was a previous office or medical room or something. It was oversized for a ship.

‘Ugh! Stop analyzing … who gives a fuck’… thinking to herself.

Still dripping wet and drying off from her shower, Samantha was startled by the sound of the door rattling as it did before. She turned from the bed toward the door and quickly covered her breasts and the front of her body with the towel.

Her long, wet hair and the constant chill in her locked room would normally cause her to shiver, but the adrenaline flowing through her shut that response down. Only the goosebumps and her tightened nipples gave away how cold she was.

She watched as a man walked through the door toward her. She continued to fumble with the towel to cover herself, only to expose more as she wrapped the towel around and secured it.

The man let out a chuckle as he stopped a few feet away. He stood tall with a wide stance as he paused and took a long, slow glance around the room….. \

“I’m here to make sure you have everything you need. Hope to ease your mind….. that sort of thing.“

She interrupted, “Ease my mind or yours? You’re committing a crime and kidnapping me! Who the fuck do y- ….“

The tall man moved toward her and even though she was stepping away from him as quickly as she could … he reached her in two long strides, sidestepping the bed.

When she paused to catch her step from nearly falling backwards, he reached over close to her ear to deliver very stern message.

“Now…… I don’t expect you to like this right now. I don’t even expect you to understand and not be upset right now. However…” His tone settled into a deeper, slower cadence as if he were scolding a child.

“I do expect you to be respectful. I DO expect a respectful tone as you express yourself to me and others at all times while you’re here.”

He paused.

“Pay attention #18…… I’m teaching you something very important right now… these are the things that will help you through your days here. Things that will help you when you’re allowed to walk out that door. There are others who won’t be as tolerant as me”

He pointed behind him at the open door that has kept her locked away for 2 days.

“Allowed?” She said with a raised voice and aggressive body language.

With a simple raised eyebrow, she quickly changed her tune, lowering the tone of her response.

“I mean….when… but why.... can’t I walk out now?”

“I know it’s a lot to soak in. I’ve done this speech many times and it still ends up this way, no matter how many ways I change it up.”

His frustration was increasing and knew he needed to excuse himself before he went another direction with the situation. He didn’t want to go that way with her this early.

“Now”, he said taking a deep breath, stepping back to his original stance.

“Take this dress and put it on. I thought you may like this color or at least it seems to be something that would like nice on you.”

He continued his rambling, reality was facing her head on again. Hopelessness setting in, tears began to well up again but she snapped herself out of it as quickly as her brain began to give up.

‘I will not cry!’ she thought to herself.

“Fuck you and the dress!” she said. She stared directly into his dark weathered glare…

Having no patience left for her, he walked to the table where the second plate of food had been placed by his sub.

“Fine.”, he said in a lighter tone, shrugging his shoulders.

With his back toward her, he seemed to rearrange the food items on the tray along with the dress. Approaching her with the tray, he extended it to her with a gentle smile, as if to offer them as a friendly gesture.

Samantha was beginning to be repulsed by his matter-of-fact way of talking to her given the seriousness of what was going down in this room. She was again furious. Boiling…. But she kept silent.

“The least you could do is eat.”, he remarked placing it on the bed. He turned to walk out the door.

“I strongly suggest you put the dress and collar on too.”

“I won’t be dressing up like your little whore is” she said sharply.

He stopped in mid stride and stood without turning around …

“This is a polite reminder Sam, to be respectful and mind your tone. That’s not what I’ll be considering as respectful ongoing.” He continued his walk toward the door …

“Excuse me Sir! What’s your name? What do I call you? Since you seem to know mine…..”

“Sir, is fine from here on out” he interrupted on his way through the door and closing it behind him with a heavy, echoing thud.

Sam? She thought to herself. No one calls me that… not since I was a kid. More details to hypothesize and stress over… but she was done with that for now at least …The food was calling her and her shower was making her sleepy. She hoarded the food and drink down having had only water since she was there.

She stood and held the dress up.

‘Hmm, red …and yes, the right size ‘, holding it against herself, the length falling about mid-calf.

“Hmmm”, something I would pick out ….’Not too bad.’, she thought to herself. She was smiling as she twisted back and forth, swirling the dress like she was a little girl again, but then really She struggled to recognize herself in the long wide mirror. The person in the reflection of a blank room looked captive.

She collapsed onto the bed throwing the dress onto the floor and totally dismissing his instructions about the collar and cuffs… She did know what that meant.

With her hair still wet and a damp towel draped across her nude body, … She tried pulling bed covers up around her but settled for halfway covering herself from the side ….it didn’t cover all…she couldn’t roll off to fix them completely, as she was already drifting asleep…..so exhausted. Her eyes were weighted with a heaviness she couldn’t fight and the exhaustion began to wash over her. Her body felt both heavy and soothed at the same time as she allowed herself to lay motionless and then finally surrendering her body to the deep slumber that waged against her.

Several hours had passed before she glanced toward the light from her bed. She was mistaken when she thought it was still morning by the way the light was coming through the window on the long wall.

Actually, it was late in the evening, plus another time zone.

Still in a half-sleep, she reached to loosen the bunched up covers from her neck and instead felt the burgundy leather collar around her neck. The collar he left behind was now on her neck. The cuffs on her ankles and wrists. A snug leather strap around her waist….

The red sundress now covering her nude body.

She was both pissed and fearful at the same time. When the fuck did this happen?