Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

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I woke up to two car doors slamming. I sprung up from my seat, looking around me. Then the door on my side opened. When Colten opened the door, I reached to grab me as I scurried to the other side of the car. He lightly said, "Come here, babe, let's go to sleep alright."

I shook my head as I tried to open the other door. I felt tears stream down my face as I realized I was stuck.

Colten sighed loudly. "Hannah I will not tell you this again; let's go. You have already done enough; let's go to bed. You must be tired," he said as he held out his hand. I hesitatingly reached out and grabbed his hand. I slowly got out of the car and asked, "Can you please let me go? I want to go home! I'm not yours; I'm my person. Why did you take me? If you let me go now, I promise I won't tell anyone what happened." I said it with pleading eyes.

I knew then that I had made a grave mistake as his eyes turned black.

He slammed the car door shut and roughly pushed my body against the tree, and he said, "First, I will never let you go; you are mine, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. I took you because I wanted you; you fascinate me. Frankly, I don't care if you want to go home or if you think you're not mine, because I can just prove it to you right here right now. Is that what you want?" He said it with pure venom rolling off his tongue. I shook my head, not looking down at the ground. I felt his warm hand lightly touch my chain, bringing my head up to look at him. "Now, babe, this is the last time I'm going to be nice, alright? First, answer with your words. Alright," he said sternly.

"Okay, answer with my words. I got it," I said lightly.

"Okay, babe, let's go to bed. I'm tired," he said as he held out his hand for the second time and pulled me along like a dog.

Opening the front door with his free hand. Not giving me much time to look around, he pulled my hand lightly as we walked up the stairs. Walking to the third door on the right, he opened the door. And I turned on the light.

Taking in the room, it was not what I expected to say the least. It was beautiful. I looked at him, and he sighed, running his hand through his hair, walking me to his dresser, pulling out a tee shirt and boxers. He handed them to me and told me, "Get dressed.".

I gulped hard. "Right now, in here?"

I asked.

"Yes, now hurry up before I do it for you," he said. He began undressing himself. I turned my back to him as I quickly got undressed and redressed in the clothes he gave me. He then picked me up by my waist and sat me on the bed, pulling out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. I shook my head as I tried pulling my hand away from him.

He then squeezed my wrist, so I was sure it would leave bruises. He snapped the cuff on my hand and then the headboard. He forced me to lie down, pulling the covers over my body. The light was turned off shortly after.

I felt the bed dip as he lay beside me, kissing my cheek lightly. Sooner or later, I felt myself becoming sleepy, but I kept fighting it in hopes of staying awake the whole night. Somehow, sleep took over, and I soon drifted off.