Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

She awoke with a start, her holes hurt, her throat hurt. She was curled in a ball and started to stretch out her legs, as she did she felt the cold metal bars with her feet. It was dark, there was a heavy cloth over the cage, she felt around, there was no obvious opening, but she could just about stretch out if she lay diagonally. She curled up again and cried.

After a while the cloth was lifted from the cage with a theatrical flourish and sunlight flooded in, she covered her eyes.

“Good morning to you my dear,” said the man from the night before, “I hope you had a refreshing and relaxing sleep.”

“Fuck you,” she said bitterly, “you’d better fucking release me now, they’ll go easier on you than if they find me still being kept here.”

The man laughed, it was a laugh of pure derision, the laugh of a man who was an intimate friend of the police commissioner and the mayor. “And who is they?” he asked, mockingly, “you think any of my friends on the district circuit would ever grant a warrant to search my house? You think that pathetic man who you live with even has any clue where to start looking? Oh no, it’s you and me now and we’re going to get to know each other … intimately.”

“I am going to fucking fight you every step of the way, if you put your disgusting cock anywhere near my face I’ll bite it off, I’ll scratch your eyes out, and I’ll never stop. I’ll never stop fighting you!”

“Awww, you’re so cute when you resist, your little nose just scrunches up, it’s adorable, I just want to boop it.”

“Go on then, try it, put your hand in here.”

“Mmm, maybe not this instant,” laughed the man. “However I like it when it starts like this, I like it when a girl begins with a good amount of fight still left in her. You see the way I operate is relatively subtle, it’s not to try to break you with beatings or fuckings and crude things like that.”

He laughed and continued “I mean there will be beatings and fuckings, we’ll be using extreme pain to cause your endocrine system to dump adrenaline and endorphins into your bloodstream, which you’ll quickly become addicted to.”

He carried on, “But no the main thing thing that will happen is that the torture whore buried in you will awaken and will slowly undermine and destroy the personality you’ve had up to now. You see human beings are very malleable, and when you are offered a chance to live your most cherished dream you’ll take it. Even though you will hate every minute of it and scream and cry every night you’ll find you need it. And the time will come where I open the cage and open the door for you and you’ll beg me to let you stay. I’ll kick you out into the street and you’ll sit quietly on the steps waiting to be let back in. And I’ll remind you of your words and feelings of today.”

“I will never fucking beg you for anything! Do you think your slick words have any effect on me? All this gaslighting trying to trick me into thinking any of this is true. You’re a kidnapper, I hate you, that will never change.”

“Well allow me to just ask you a simple question then. And I am delighted by how delicious it is that I can undo all of your conviction with just a simple question, just a few words dropped in your ear. When you think of those two men coming back tonight and raping you again, does a little rush of arousal go through you?”

She blushed the tiniest amount and turned her eyes towards the floor.

“Good girl,” he said quietly, “and when you’ve learned your place properly I’m going to look after you so nicely. I mean I’ve given you this lovely cage to live in, this whole thing is yours, would you like to say thank you?”

“Fuck you!” she said, regaining her strength, scrabbling out of the psychological hole she had just been gently, easily, sliding into.

“Aww, look who’s a bit grouchy this morning huh?” He chortled. “Oh yes and what is your name? I’m Enzo, but you should call me Sir. It feels a little ungentlemanly to break a whore without knowing her name, you know, I’d be mortified if I lapsed into treating you in an unladylike manner.”