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Chapter 3:

He just stands there in that mirror room staring and smiling at me. He looks nothing like he did in the bar but by his voice and his piercing eyes I just know.

Typical narcissist, easy to trust at first but they always entrap you and gut you like a goddamn fucking fish in the end.

"You can be comforted by the fact that I know you want to choke me with those chains",John says to me.

Fuck, he's been watching my dumbass this whole time.

"I'll be in there in just a bit. Spend some time with Nelly. She'll have to get used to you since you're going no where anytime soon". I just starred at him puzzled, hoping to make my lips move to curse him out. I'm frozen, just like I have been every time I'd have my emotions and soul hurt from my mother only for her to say she "never said" what she said to me.

I'm trapped, only this time it's a visible environment. Every corner of these walls, if a person were to look in they would know how trapped I am. How there's no escape. Living with my parents taught me that in the outside world they would show that there was absolutely never anything to make others believe I was being mistreated. Behind those closed doors it was a different story.

Now here I am again only this time at least it's visible suffering. Fuck, why can't I just turn off my brain for five minutes? Why did I go out drinking? Why that bar? How could I possibly be this stupid?

Finally, my knees just collapse and I'm on the cold, hard concrete floor. I curl up in a ball. I feel so small mentally why not make it physically too.

I hear the dog Nelly whimper. Maybe, even in this hell hole I can at least have a friend. I gather myself. Trying some dumbass grounding techniques my therapist taught me. Yeah, Mary. They didn't work then and they don't work now.

I sit up, he must have turned on a light while we were talking through the glass room. I see this room seems to be bigger than I originally thought. Ever see a duplex but like without the walls in between?

Well, that was this basement or underground dwelling. Wait, why is it so big though.

I begin to stand realizing I'm just a bit dizzy. I look over at Nelly she's tied up too. Ahh, nice to see I'm not the only one he entraps daily. I'd rather it be me than Nelly though.

I don't understand the cruelty of the human race. We apparently just don't care about anyone or even anything. We've completely destroyed our environment, we destroy ourselves too. We are the most vile breathing species on this planet. We deserve to be extinct but I think I'll start with John.

I don't care that he knows my plan, I have to try something. I don't even know if he's watching me anymore. Fuck it. I've fought for my life my whole entire existence, this isn't anything new.

I dart my eyes around the room begging there to be something more than the damn heavy chains. I find a weird bone near Nelly that looks pretty sharp.

I smile and crouch down to her level. She wags her tail and tries to lick my hand. I pet her a bit. A stray tear falls to the concrete floor. I hug Nelly. I wonder if she feels as trapped as me. I wonder if just like me she's been trapped her whole life.

I silently sob when I hear a lond noise. The door right across from the glass reflection room opens. I've wasted my time sobbing over my fucked up life and missed my opportunity.

Well, I'm dumb I'm sure I'll still try it. John enters and I search his face for any information on what he's gonna do to me. He gestures to follow him to the table that seems to be nailed to the floor same with the benches.

He's such an asshole he knows when he turns his back I won't do anything. Am I truly this weak? I should attack him from behind. I just need to pick the right moment. I sit across from John. He smiles and I notice that his beard was definitely fake. He's younger than he made himself look at the bar.

"Quite spectacular huh", John mentions.

"What's spectacular", what comes out of my mouth just seems so foreign and I'm surprised it came from me.

"You had no idea, about me. Well, I'll tell you. You are here for me and me only. You keep Nelly company she keeps you company when I'm working. You will do every and all things I say. If you refuse I'll kill Nelly, then a family member then I'll remove bits and pieces of you until you are no more, got it", John firmly says.

I can only nod my head. I'm still thinking about the anything he wants part. What does that mean? I still don't understand why he needs me. I hope he's not thinking about what I'm thinking about... like there's eight hundred numbers for that and prostitutes not that I'd want them to have to deal with this man. They deserve better than that.

God please no.

John grabs my hand. Gestures me to get up. I'm shaking like a leaf my legs aren't working that great. I just want to run but there's no where to even run to.

He takes me over to the wall. "Undress for me", he says. I begin to shake harder and I collapse to the floor. He can't make me do this, can he? I start with my socks. Then my pants. Thankful I'm actually wearing jeans and not jeggings otherwise I'd be commando.

Fuck this is humiliating. I want to die. I get to my shirt and unbutton it. I slowly take it off and expose my brazier. God, can this be a bad dream?

He smiles and mouths "take it off". I take off my bra and expose myself then my underwear. I can't help myself from during the most human thing in this situation. I use my arms to cover as much as possible.

He glides towards me and I flinch. He grabs my wrist and fastens them at my sides. He takes his hand and runs it down the length of my arm. I shiver. John then takes his hands and places it over my heart. It feels like it's about to explode out of my chest.

"Please", I beg him but it's like my words fall short. Maybe my words always have.