Part 1

The scent of faux-leather tingle your senses awake.

The words “Wher-re amm I ?” escape your groggy mouth. What happened? The last thing you remember is laying in your bed. “Www-wait, why can’t I move ?!” As you try to get up you realize that your limbs are tied securely to the post of a bedframe. Spread out like a starfish you have no other recourse except to inspect your surroundings. The uneasy feeling in your stomach growing.

To your horror; as you peer at the walls of this dingy makeshift bedroom, all you can see is you. More exactly, it’s all pictures of you. The commute from your work; the cars of your family, the groups of friends you associate with. But the one common thread is that it’s all about you. All digitized and printed out on the walls. A tapestry dedicated to your life. The leather wraps dig into your skin as you struggle, the full panic of your situation setting in.

The sound of a metallic lock clanking free directs your gaze to the mahogany door. My robust frame stepping through the entrance. “Ahh morning princess” my deep voice utters, resembling more of a beast than man. Our eyes lock as you take in every aspect of your captor. From the straight laced boots on my feet to the simple blue polo on my chest. Who knew the monster of your deepest fears looks like they came out of the Kohl’s spring catalogue. The irony almost makes you want to laugh if not the gravity of the situation spoiling the mood.

“L-let me GO” you courageously utter, trying to project a sense of bravado that you clearly lack. “ Do you want money ?, I’m not rich, please please just let me go I won’t tell a soul I promise”. The desperation creeping into your voice with each word. You know I’m not here for material possessions but you delude yourself in thinking that somehow you will escape unscathed.

“Why would I want money?” I mutter.“Everything I want is right here”. My hands unbutton my shirt, loosen my pants as I walk closer to you. The leather cuffs digging in even harder as you struggle more. “Please no please I was lying on my Reddit posts I don’t want this please I want to go home, my family will worry about me”. Tears running down your face as you gasp for air between sentences.

A malicious grin appears on my monotone face. “Ahhhh don’t worry baby I took care of those unnecessary distractions” my hand taking out your phone. The glare of the phone screen lighting up the room. “ Hi guys ! I’m taking a mental health break from social media and I’m going on a road-trip ! 😬😬 just trying to find myself and where u fit in with this crazy world 😤 don’t worry I’ll get back in touch when I figure it out ❤️” I narrate, reading the text I sent out to your family and close friends. Our eyes lock as I remove the SIM card and drop the phone, smashing it with my boots.

“See baby no distractions just you and me, I’m so happy we can finally be together” my hands grazing up and down your thighs. “No one is going to ask questions are they? They already know how many issues you have; sure they’ll pry and ask around but eventually they’ll give up, after all isn’t that your life story?, you’ve always had this issue, never being good enough for people to care about you”.

“But not me, out of everyone in the world, I am the only one who can give you what you want” my breathe getting ragged as my rough coarse hands dig even deeper into your thighs, the tips of my fingers just grazing your clit.

“Ever since you messaged me on Reddit; I knew you were the one, a gentle lamb wandering through life looking for her purpose, wasting her time on things that never really made her happy”. That’s all going to change now sweetheart, you have a new purpose in life, a higher pupose than just yourself.

Part 3