Night 5 was the worst so far. I really struggled to keep breathing. Drifted into micro sleeps several times, then was brutally awakened by suffocation, in complete disorientation about what was happening. It was an eternal nightmare of different types of blackness.

Well, I survived it, but I knew that day 6 was going to be another story. I was going to fail many times at the physical exercises. Was going to earn myself a number of punishments as brutal as yesterday's repeated asshole electrocuting. But there was nothing that could be done. I had to accept it.

When JD finally arrived in my room in what I supposed was the morning of day 6, I heard that he was pushing something big. Then I felt that he put something around my neck.

"This is a shock collar. If you do anything bad, I press the button I'm holding, and you will regret it bitterly. You might even faint. Understand?"

"Mmm mmm."

"Now when I remove your hood, you can open your eyes. But no speaking. Speaking will be punished very harshly."

No way!!! I will be able to see again!!! After 5 days and nights of complete blackness!!! Aside from the eerie shapes dancing in front of my eyes, that is.

When he removed the hood and I was able to close my jaw, at first it hurt so much that I almost fainted.

Several moments later I wished I could clean my eyes, but my hands were bound behind my back, as they always. So I tried to open my eyes as they were, covered with half-solidified pools of tears, which was not easy. Ouch, blinding light!

It took me a while before I could adjust to the light and see. I was in a room that looked like a bathroom. It didn't have windows, just a very robust metal door. There was a toilet seat, a shower and a sink. It was so weird to see these things AFTER getting so well acquainted with them!

JD was there, in his usual checkered shirt and old jeans. He had his long gray beard and his somewhat large belly. He was just as I remembered him. His stern eyes were looking at me with the usual disapproval. Even though I was barefoot, he was a little bit shorter than me. I am rather tall.

My first reaction was so weird. I wanted to jump on him and cover him with kisses, to thank him for letting me see again. Not being able to see had been driving me completely insane, especially combined with the alcohol withdrawal.

But I just continued standing as still as I could.

Then I saw something behind him. Something new. Something that he must have pushed in through the door just moments ago. A MATTRESS!!!

I started sobbing uncontrollably. Unchained from the hood, my tears could roll down my face freely!

"I consider your no-bed punishment for sloth, and your no-food punishment for stealing, completed for now. Don't give me reasons to reconsider! I'll bring you something to eat."

He closed and locked the door from the other side. I was alone in this weird... bathroom... that I could see now. There was just one light on the ceiling. There was a number of hooks hanging from the ceiling too, and some weird pulley mechanisms attached to them. This is what had been used for my predicament bondage sessions, I realized.

There was no mirror. I could see my breasts... They looked very bruised... but healing. I really wanted to see my pussy... but also I really didn't want to see it... Maybe later...

My eyes went back to the mattress. It would be so divine to lie down on it. Was I allowed to? Was I allowed to sit on it? I decided to just continue standing for now. If JD wanted to me to sit or lie on the mattress, he would let me know.

I heard the door move, and JD entered, holding a bowl of what looked like cereals in milk. CEREALS IN MILK!!! The BEST food ever! For me??? I was soooooo hungry. I could either feel or imagine the faint smell of milk and cereals, from more than ten feet away. It was divine.

He looked around, wondering where to place the bowl. There was no table or anything of the kind. Then he seemed to have an idea. He placed the bowl on the tiled floor.

It was so different to be able to see what he was doing! Earlier I was constantly just wondering what he was doing.

"You can eat. But don't make a mess!"

I approached the task with all the concentration I could muster. With my hands bound behind my back, and with the bowl being on the floor, not making a mess was going to be a challenge. First I got down on my knees right in front of the bowl. If I tried to bend forward, I would just fall on top of the bowl. So I folded myself as much as I could. My empty stomach was making that easier. My breasts touched my knees eventually, and I was able to carefully reach the surface of the bowl with my lips. I carefully slurped in from the liquid. I was trying to keep my face "clean" too, although it was already covered with dried tears, sweat, snot and saliva from a night in the hood.

The taste was so incredible!

I looked at DJ to see if he was approving of how I was doing it. His facial expression was rather neutral when he was looking at my very uncomfortable folded position. That was a good sign. It was great that now I could look at him to try to see if he was approving or disapproving of what I was doing!

I continued carefully slurping. I was so ecstatic about the new changes – the open eyes, the food and the mattress – that my brain started playing on max volume Zara Larsson's upbeat song "Lush Life":

"I live my day as if it was the last
Live my day as if there was no past..."

Folded in three, hands tied behind my back, I slowly and carefully slurped up and licked up the food.

"You can sleep a bit now on the mattress. We will do your physical exercise after that. I know you didn't sleep at night."

Tears of relief started running down my face as I was getting up from the floor. Now I was so grateful that I wanted to cover his face with kisses AND suck his cock – if my jaw, tongue and throat were not hurting terribly from the extensive wear of the huge gag of the hood, that is. I just slowly walked to the mattress and carefully lied down on it. Immediately I plunged into blissful oblivion.

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"Get up, lazy bitch, time for your daily exercise. I will untie your hands this time, so you can exercise them too. You see, I am holding this thing in my hand. If you try to attack me, I will immediately push this button. You will get such a strong shock to your neck that you will fall to the ground. And then you will get such punishments that life so far will seem like it was sunshine and butterflies."

I had no intention of taking such chances. Also, all exercises were MUCH easier now with the use of my arms and eyes, and after eating and having a good sleep. He sat down on my mattress and was watching as I was obeying his orders to squat, to do sit ups and push ups on the cold floor, and so on, and so forth.

"You can take a shower on your own now. Try not to sprinkle towards the mattress. There's the shower gel and the shampoo. Wash your hair too. Cold water only. The shock collar is water resistant, don't worry about it."

No caressing and kissing of my sweaty naked body? Hmm. I obeyed his orders. Then he asked me to swipe and clean the floor, and I did that too. It was quite needed, to be honest.

He strapped my hands behind my back, dried me, and treated my bruised pussy, ass and breasts with sprays and creams. I was just doing my best to stand still in spite of how painful this treatment was, and I was looking down at the ground silently. But I stole a glance at his face to see if this activity was making him horny. His stern face, covered with a thick beard, was inscrutable.

He brought me more food, and I ate it in the same way as before, folded in three on the ground. It was chili beans, probably from a can. It was so delicious!

I suspected that the evening was approaching. I was stealing glances at the hood. It was a black thing with straps hanging from it, attached to a hook on the wall. Looked like a giant crushed and dried out black spider. Would I have to choose tonight if I'd wear it for the night? Or he would just strap it and leave it on me like last night? I'd rested a lot today, so from that point of view I could wear it. But my jaw, tongue and throat were very strongly disagreeing. They were informing me whole day, via constant strong pain, that they were very close to the point of permanent harm if they didn't get more rest from the giant wooden gag.

"You won't be wearing the hood tonight," he said.

Apparently my glances were not very well hidden. But when he said that, it was as if a wardrobe was lifted from my chest. My eyes got teary with relief, once again.

He removed the shock collar from my neck, and strapped it around my ankle and locked it there. Yes, it was lockable with a padlock. Why did he move it there?!

"I'd be just as bad if it zaps you when it's on your leg, so you better stay on your best behavior!"

Hmm. Then he ordered me to lie on the mattress. And covered me with a blanket! A FUCKING BLANKET!

And then he switched off the light and left, locking the door.

Wow! The only restraint I had on me was my arms bound behind my back! That was basically nothing! Nothing on my mouth, and I could open and close it very very gently to exercise my stiff jaw. Nothing on my nose: I could breathe as much as I wanted. Nothing on my eyes, and even though it was pitch dark in this room now, it was not the same blackness as before. I had food in my tummy, which I was struggling to digest after the long period of no food. I was lying on a soft mattress, covered with a comfy blanket, no part of me freezing from the cold floor. I just had to make sure that the blanket never touched my pussy. It was way too sensitive for any sort of touch.

Speaking of it, I was still having this internal debate between really wanting and really not wanting to look at my pussy. My brain was still not really able to start processing what had happened to it. But since he switched off the light, this was no longer a question open for debate. I could just rest now... But would I manage to fall asleep now after sleeping through a big part of the day?

That was my last thought before my exhausted body drifted into a deep, but nightmare-ridden slumber.

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On the next morning, when he woke me up, I was in so much pain! Thanks to the food and the rest, my body had switched on its healing mechanisms to high speed. But skin and muscles could hurt so intensely when they were healing!

My eyes must have expressed my shock when they opened and saw JD. His hair and beard were trimmed, and he was wearing a black suit! Wow! He looked so much better! Even if his belly still protruded a bit, and his face was still stern as hell.

He let me use the toilet and then held in front of me diluted juice for me to drink from. After that he silently lead me by the neck... OUTSIDE of this bathroom-like room I had been living in for six days and six nights!!! I was in a small corridor without any windows, and I could see stairs leading up at the end of the it. My suspicion that I was in some sort of a basement was confirmed.

He didn't lead me towards the stairs though. We walked in the other direction. Towards another door. And went through that door into another room.

This other room also didn't have any windows. But it was rather cozy, even if not very clean. Thick rug on the ground. A large sofa, a table with a laptop on it, a fridge, a small kitchen counter. A lot of shelves with various tools, books and boxes on them. A desk with some sort of a half-finished electricity thing on it. Many tools, books and boxes everywhere. Empty boxes of orange juice. This was a man cave. It had a strong smell of JD.

Why was he wearing a suit, and why did he bring me to his man cave?!

He placed two chairs in front of a book shelf that seemed much cleaner and much more arranged than the rest of the room. He asked me to sit on one of those chairs, and started tying me to it with zip ties and belts. My legs, my thighs and my waist were solidly attached to the chair.

"I'll untie your hands now. Don't forget about the shock collar on your ankle. I can very quickly zap you into unconsciousness if you do anything bad. Take this, brush your hair nicely, and put on a lot of make-up."

He seemed a bit nervous. He gave me a piece of clothing that added to my bewilderment. It was a quite tight white turtleneck top made of latex. Of course, I knew better than to ask stupid questions. I immediately put it on. It was quite tight on my healing breasts, and that was painful. Unpleasantly tight around my wrists and my neck too, but honestly, that was nothing for me after the trainings I'd been through.

Then finally my brain switched on, and I understood what was happening. We were getting married. Just as he had said an eternity of a week ago. That is why he had fed me and had allowed me to sleep a lot, so that I looked more fresh. The shock collar on the ankle so that it could not be seen on camera. The white latex top and the heavy make-up so that I looked like a kinky girl, so that nobody would wonder why I was getting married to such an older guy. And that was a good plan: you wear some latex and heavy make-up, and nobody questions even your strangest actions, it's true. The turtleneck was to cover the bruises on my neck from the predicament bondage with choking.

On the table in front of me there were some make-up things. I recognized them. They were mine. He had brought them here.

I picked up the small mirror and saw my face for the first time in a week. I had lost some weight! Not too bad: I had this runway-model-sunken-cheeks thing going on. My hair was an absolute mess. I brushed it for a while, until it was almost reasonable. Then I proceeded to apply heavy make-up, just as I'd been instructed.

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I don't remember much of that zoom call. I guess it was one of those cases when my brain could not handle the current events and switched off a bit. I remember that I was smiling all along. JD had explained to me that if I didn't do my best to make this call go as smoothly as possible, I would bitterly regret it. He had given me permission to speak during the call and ONLY during the call. There was some small talk in the beginning, when the zoom call started and we were waiting for witness number two, and I joined in it a tiny little bit, very politely. Those were the first words I'd spoken in the last seven days.

There was the part about confirming my personal data, and then I also spoke, and of course the part about saying if I really wanted to get married to JD, and then I also spoke. The kiss on the lips and the exchange of wedding rings were optional, but of course we did both because JD wanted things to be as natural and as complete as possible. In the end I thanked the woman who had married us and the two witnesses, and JD did too. She sent the marriage certificate, as well as several "photos" they had taken of us, to JD's email address and to mine before the call was even over. Never thought I'd get married at the age of 18, in a tight white latex top, with a naked butt tied to a chair, in a man cave...

Also, it was weird to be reminded that I had an email address. I heard the familiar "ping" when the email arrived to my phone. WHAT?! My phone was here? I saw it, in its black-and-purple case I knew so well. It was on JD's sofa, way out of my reach. What had he been doing with it? Well, I guess it was rather his phone now...

My biggest concern throughout this whole thing was that now there would be sex. And my mouth was in a terrible state as my jaw, tongue and throat were very painfully trying to heal from the huge gag of the hood. My pussy was in an even worse state after the brutal beating and the other even more brutal thing that I couldn't quite yet think about. And my asshole was trying to heal from the burns and the cramps of the violent electrocutions. Even my breasts were still too bruised for boob sex. So I was quite worried about how that was going to go. But I suspected that I would find out really soon.