So people, I hope you enjoy, this is a translated story, as my main language is pt-br, despite my fluent english I did not had the time to translate all the 20 pages I have written so far. so please take that in consideration on your feedbacks and comments. I have done my best to review the translation in order to avoid any grotesque errors. Enjoy, this is a 7 part story
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Arrival and Day 1

After meeting a mysterious man she had been interacting with online for some time, Dayana finds herself in an unexpected situation. He was fulfilling all his promises to her, and she starts realizing how seriously he took things while she saw it as a game—especially when she joked about wanting to be kidnapped and disappear, and he would reply that he'd kidnap her, for himself.

They set a day for her "kidnapping." He told her he'd take her away in the trunk of his car, handcuffed, and it happened just like that. She thought it was merely a sexual game, until...

Dayana was taken deep into the woods, to a place with no cell service or internet—nothing. Upon arrival, her son, who was with her, was immediately escorted by another woman who was to take care of him, while Dayana tried to assure him that it was all just a game.

Upon entering the house, she was taken to the bathroom, where the man locked the door. Still playful, she thought they were about to start their games. But when she went to kiss him, he pulled away and drew a knife. For the first time, she felt fear in his presence and began to question what she had gotten herself into. This tall, brunette man, 6.4 tall with a muscular physique that matched the numerous gym and sports photos he'd sent her, towered over her. At 5.6tall, with a sedentary lifestyle despite her efforts to stay fit, she felt completely outmatched. Even with her honey-colored eyes, shoulder-length hair, and voluptuous figure, Dayana felt she had no chance.

She wondered whether she should fight for her life or give in, as he had once promised to tear her clothes off. Still trusting him, and excited by what she thought was about to happen, she provocatively undressed herself. However, he had other plans. He took her clothes and, using the knife, cut them to pieces before throwing them in the bathroom trash. As she looked around, she realized the bathroom was spacious, resembling a pet grooming station, complete with a hose and various equipment.

Before she could inspect further, she was hit with a jet of cold water.

“Hey!!!” she shouted as he picked up a scrub brush from a bucket.

He spoke calmly, as if it were an ordinary conversation:

“I’ll give you a bath and then some rags to wear, and afterward, I'll take you to the room where you'll stay the night.”

Dayana was starting to lose track of what was happening. A pit of dread began forming in her stomach, and the word "RUN" echoed in her mind.

After being scrubbed with a brush and dried with a blower like a poodle, he led her, holding her wrist firmly yet almost gently, to a room entirely tiled in white. It contained only a lidless toilet, a basin of water, and a mattress, with a door that locked only from the outside. The lights remained on all night, making it difficult for Dayana to sleep. She had no choice but to cover her head with the ragged dress she had been given.

The next day, he brought her new clothes—no pants or underwear, just skirts and dresses in white, pink, and black. He told her:

“Get dressed and come to the living room.”

In the living room, she was served a delicious breakfast with cheese bread, coffee with milk, chocolates, breads, jams, and cold cuts among other options. He sat across from her and said:

“You have one week to decide whether you want to stay or leave.”

Dayana, ravenous since her last meal was the previous day’s lunch, listened intently as he continued:

“During this time, you'll understand who I am and what I will do with you. At the end of this period, if you choose to stay, you'll receive your collar.”

In front of him was a glass of milk, from which he occasionally took sips while speaking.

“You will be introduced to your routine and given a room with a proper bed today. During this period, I'll lay out my expectations and assess your boundaries.”

While eating, Dayana reflected on his words, questioning if this was real. She recalled how he had always come through for her financially, even before they met. When she had nothing to bake her son a birthday cake, he paid for the entire celebration. Her eyes filled with tears. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Maybe this could work.

Without much enthusiasm, Dayana dressed herself in a long skirt and a top, both in white, without a bra since she hadn’t been given one. She opted instead for a pink blouse that covered her chest better. While her son was in his school lessons, she was taken to a doctor’s office and a lab. The visit was fairly ordinary, except she noticed that no one addressed her directly—everyone spoke solely to him. The doctor was the only one who asked her a few questions, but quickly returned to ignoring her. Throughout the day, Dayana began to feel like a pet, unsure whether to feel cared for or humiliated. Before she could dwell on it too long, she was subjected to a barrage of medical tests. During each, the instructions given to her were minimal: “Take off your clothes; stay still; don’t move; now you'll feel pain.” Every comment or piece of information was directed at the man who accompanied her, who didn’t leave her side, even during intimate exams. His only reactions were a slight smile when she flushed with embarrassment or showed discomfort or pain.

Throughout the day, the man who had taken her only issued curt commands, treating her as if she were a pet: “Come! Sit! Stay!” As the day progressed, Dayana found herself increasingly confused—part of her enjoyed it, while another part of her felt it was all wrong.

Her thoughts were in turmoil. She had been alone for so long, constantly battling against everyone and everything, that she had no energy left to resist what was happening. In fact, she was starting to enjoy it. Even if she was being treated like a pet, it was done with a level of care that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Though she hadn’t done much aside from medical tests, Dayana found herself exhausted and worried. However, upon returning to her “cell,” she was reunited with her son, who had spent his day at school and the afternoon making new enrollments and organizing his school life, accompanied by a woman who treated him with warmth and spoke to him with a gentle, kind voice. Her son, upon seeing her, dropped everything and ran to her, exclaiming: “MOMMY!!!” He hugged her and excitedly shared the details of his day, which had been as busy as hers, but far more enjoyable.

This filled her heart with even more doubts and questions.

Lost in thought, they were summoned for dinner. The meal began with a colorful salad for her son and a tasteless white soup for Dayana. She looked at the man who had taken her, realizing that she had no other option but to eat it. The main course followed: rice and plain chicken, utterly flavorless except for the taste of the meat itself. As she observed the meal being enjoyed on the other side of the table, she noticed that her son’s food was rich and aromatic in comparison. The boy was having a great time, even asking her, “This place is so fun; we’re not leaving, right, Mom?”

Her heart sank. It was only the first day, and she hadn’t even begun to think about the choice she needed to make by the end of the week.

Despite feeling humiliated at being treated like an animal all day, she reflected: she hadn’t been mistreated. She hadn’t had to worry about anything other than one single task:

OBEY.

When it was time to sleep, she was taken to her son’s room for their bedtime routine. They brushed their teeth together, and she tucked him into bed in his own room, which was right across from hers.

This was the only time of the day she had been alone until she put him to bed. When she came out, she saw the man talking to the woman who had been with her son. For the first time, Dayana was able to observe this woman more closely: she was tall, around 1.75 meters, with an elegant, confident posture. She had long, straight, well-maintained blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. Her piercing blue eyes, accentuated by a pair of black-framed glasses, gave her an intelligent and analytical look. Her serene expression exuded empathy and attentiveness while still radiating professionalism. She wore a well-fitted navy-blue suit that highlighted her slim figure, with nude-colored high heels.

Before they noticed her, Dayana overheard the blonde, who seemed to be a psychologist, telling him: “You need to find a way to...” But before she could finish her sentence, Dayana was noticed, interrupting their conversation.

Hearing this snippet threw Dayana into a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, sending chills down her spine. Up until then, everything had seemed to follow the plan they had discussed.

Throughout their interactions, he had always been affectionate and charming while never hiding his true nature. Dayana knew what she was getting into, but she refused to believe it because it all seemed like a fantasy. Yet, he had kept every single one of his promises—and that was the problem.

He kept his words

Time seemed to slow as she recalled their conversations, where he told her she would be his, that he would transform her into his obedient slut.

Though Dayana found the idea enticing, it had never crossed her mind that it could truly happen. It all seemed like empty promises within a game of seduction she had indulged in until it was too late, and she realized she had already bet too much.

As her mind raced through a million thoughts, she watched as the woman left through the door. The man turned to her and commanded: “Come here!”

Hearing his voice in that moment stirred something strange within her—a sudden urge to obey.

He sat down in an armchair and motioned for her to sit across from him on the sofa. For the first time, they were face to face for a conversation. Yet, cutting off any thoughts she was trying to piece together, he addressed her directly:

“Today was just the first day. Once we get the results from your exams, we’ll define your routine. But it doesn’t take much to see that you need care... You need physical exercise, and it’s clear that up here”—he pointed to her head—“you need adjustments as well.”

Feeling offended and slightly confused, she began to retort:

“Hey!!! Lis—”

He cut her off firmly:

“Now, it’s time for you to go to bed, but first, I’m going to give you a bath. Wait for me in the bathroom without any clothes on.”

A mix of excitement and embarrassment washed over her, her cheeks flushing with both shame and desire. As he left the room, she stood there frozen, a voice in her head whispering, “Don’t go!”

“Nobody has explained anything to me so far... I’m not a child, I can make decisions for myself,” she thought, crossing her arms defiantly as she stood there.

She took the opportunity to survey the house, noting the front door.

“A hope for escape, perhaps?” she mused to herself.

She noticed that the house was filled with antique furniture—not old, but aged, with solid wood worn by time. The spacious room connected the kitchen to a corridor leading to the bedrooms, and it appeared to be part of a countryside house or perhaps a farmhouse. Despite being surrounded by dense forest, she could hear the distant hum of traffic, as if there was a road nearby.

“When I escape, I’ll head in that direction!” she plotted, already formulating a plan, even though she knew she’d have the freedom to choose whether to stay or leave at the end of the week.

Survival was something Dayana was accustomed to. It was instinctive—always thinking ahead, even though nothing that happened that day had truly put her life in danger. “He just took care of me, in his own way,” she pondered.

Lost again in thoughts of escape, she was snapped back to reality when he emerged from the door near the kitchen, heading towards her with a stern expression.

“I won’t repeat myself. Bath time, now!” he commanded firmly.

Startled, but with a provocative air, she gave him a challenging look as she swayed her hips while walking toward the bathroom.

Upon entering, she decided not to undress, feeling rebellious in that moment. Deep down, she wanted to provoke him, to be touched, to experience the fulfillment of the promises he had made to her. She longed for him to ravish her, showering her with kisses, caresses, and everything he had enticed her with.

But before she could be alone with these dangerous thoughts, he entered right behind her. The look in his eyes shifted from disappointment to a playful smile.

“So, you’ve decided to make things difficult for me now, Dayana?” he said with a teasing tone as he approached her slowly.

The way he moved toward her, like a predator stalking its prey, sent shivers down her spine. For a brief moment, she thought about resisting, fighting back. She took a defensive stance.

“What chance do I have?” she accidentally muttered aloud, her eyes widening as she realized she had spoken her thoughts.

He stopped in his tracks, a grin spreading across his face as he replied, “Against me? Hahaha, none at all!”

This man, with his predator’s gaze, broad shoulders, and muscular build, closed the distance between them. She braced herself, expecting to face his raw strength as he reached out toward her face.

“He’s going to hit me. He’s going to hit me!”

“He said I deserved to be punished!”

“He’s going to hit me…”

Her mind spiraled into panic, reviving memories of past traumas. She squeezed her eyes shut, turned her face away, and braced herself for the blow.

When his hand finally touched her face, she let out a small whimper, nearly a scream, as she lost control of her bladder, hot liquid running down her legs like a prey animal cornered.

But instead of a slap, his touch was delicate, almost like handling a rare porcelain doll. His hand was rough and calloused, with prominent veins.

It’s warm, she realized.

With her eyes brimming with tears, she mustered the courage to look up at him, wondering if she could start to feel... safe?

As he leaned in as if to kiss her, he whispered softly:

“I’m not going to hit you. Not today, not now. When I do, it’ll be when you’re begging me for it.”

At that moment, Dayana recalled that every promise he had ever made, he had kept. And so far, despite everything, he had never disrespected her boundaries. Even though he had stolen her sense of self, as she liked to think, she had consented to this and was there because she had chosen to be.

He continued to undress her, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and removing all her clothes. Once again, she felt a mix of humiliation and arousal as he touched her intimately for the first time, after all the steamy conversations and sexual fantasies they had shared.

Yet, despite her growing desire for him to take her right there, he placed her under the cold shower. She let out a small squeal:

“Ouch! It’s so cold!”

She tried to move away from the stream, but he held her firmly with one hand while adjusting the water temperature with the other. Slowly, the icy cold water turned warm and soothing. All the while, Dayana awaited his move—hoping for a kiss, a touch, something more. She even started to flaunt herself, attempting to entice him.

But he remained cold as ice, treating the bath as if it were a purely clinical task. He spread her legs to wash her, but the touch was mechanical, detached. Even her ample breasts, which would have drawn any man's attention, failed to evoke any sensual reaction from him. The bath was just that—a bath, and a humiliating one at that. Afterward, he dried her off without a hint of desire, simply ensuring she was dry.

In her mind, she was deeply confused:

“How can this man, who I desire so much and who clearly desires me, not want me? I’m here, seducing him, wet and willing.”

After drying her, he led her to her room. When they arrived, he removed her towel, leaving her slightly damp skin exposed, radiating the scent of a woman longing to be made into a lover.

For the first time, he gave her a mischievous smile:

“This is your pajamas.”

Embarrassed, Dayana tried to cover herself with her hands, realizing she would have to sleep as she came into this world. Unexpectedly, he gave her a kiss on the forehead, wished her goodnight, and left the room. Unlike her previous quarters, which could only be locked from the outside, this one had no door—just a sheer curtain.

Once again humiliated, yet aroused, she lay down on a normal single bed, her mind racing with thoughts until exhaustion overtook her body. Her last thought before falling asleep was:

“Tomorrow, I’m escaping from here!”