Bound

Chapter Thirteen

Brianna stumbled on shaking legs to the other door opposite the one her captor had exited.   Behind it was a well appointed bathroom with a large soaking tub and shower.  A dresser stood in one corner and on top sat clothing with a hand written note on it.  Falling to the toilet she wretched up the contents of her stomach, heaving until she had nothing left in her.   

Breathing heavily she rose, rinsed her mouth out in the sink and cast a frightened look at the door.   He wasn't back yet, she should do as he said.   The fear of the retribution he threatened was a palpable thing, twisting her stomach again.   Everything in this place was dark....even this bathroom was done in black and gray tile.  It felt institutional and for a moment Brianna felt crazed.    Turning to the wardrobe she took the note from the clothing and grimaced as she read it.  "Welcome Brianna.  Please discard your clothing in the trash and wear the outfit I have set out for you. G"

Trembling from shock and the aftereffects of the drug he'd used, Brianna hastily stripped her nightgown off and tossed it in the garbage can.   She turned on the shower jets full blast and as hot as she could stand it...scrubbing her skin with the expensive body wash as if she could scrub this entire ordeal away.  Finishing quickly for fear of him coming back, she stepped from the marble tub and dried quickly.   She drew on the clothing, black pants and a black silk top, and pulled her hair into a pony tail secured by the elastic he'd left there.  

There was no mirror, no way for her to see herself, or barring that, breaking the glass to use as a weapon.   He was thorough for sure, she thought morosely, fighting back sobs.   She left the bathroom and sat on the chair by the table, edgy as a cat.

He watched her on his camera, smiling at her discomfort.   For her own modesty he had not installed a camera in the bathroom, but there too he had made sure security was a priority.  Should she try to break or create a weapon he would be instantly notified from the electronic monitor she wore.   Yes, the advantage of years of practice and preparation had created the perfect prison for his Angel of the Night.  

He rose,  taking a book from a shelf behind him.   He would enjoy these encounters so very much.   Walking down the stairs he headed to the well appointed kitchen to collect her dinner.  In the apple juice he broke a capsule.   She would need plenty of rest and he would make sure she would get it.  She had to be sharp mentally to handle what he had planned.  

Brianna jumped up with a start as she heard the electronic beeping.   Seconds later the door swung open and admitted him.  His dark eyes rested upon her and she looked him in the eye, forgetting the rule immediately.    Brows creased in anger he placed the tray on the table with the glass of amber liquid,  He set a book to the side and moved to her.  

She hastily remembered the rule as he came close, dropping her eyes in alarm.  His hand flashed out, striking her viciously in the cheek.   With a cry, Brianna fell to the floor, clutching her stinging face.  Tears threatened but she forced them in, staring at the floor blindly.   His voice, so soft in the past was hard as a rock as he said, "You have already broken a rule.  You must not break any of them.  Total obedience is just that.  This was a light punishment to remind you.  Next time it will be harder on you"  

His palm quivered from striking her and he smiled as he reprimanded her.   She made it too easy really.   He watched her balled up on the floor and sternly told her, "Rise and you may look at me.  I've brought you food and drink and I want you to finish them both.   I am also leaving you a book to read.   I will leave you for the night, but remember,  obeying me will make things easier on you."  

He reached out and stroked her soft hair.   She had showered he thought, pleased.  The smell of the citrus soap he bought for her wafted from the silky strands.   He felt her trembling and smirked.    Turning on his heel he walked out of the room, tapping in his code to lock it.  

Trembling as if sick with fever Brianna sank to the chair.  Her cheek burned where he'd hit her.  The reality of her situation sank in and she cried desperately.   She was truly truly in trouble and had no way to begin to get away from him.   

She cried for a few moments, then dully looked at the book he'd left.  The title disgusted her.  Beyond Obedience.  She pushed it away and turned to the plate of food.  A small green salad with dressing sat on the plate, with a wedge of cheese.  A glass of what looked like apple juice sat by it.   Defeated she dutifully ate the salad, ignoring her stomach churning.    Drinking the apple juice from sheer thirst she walked circles around the small room, restless and frightened. 

Several minutes later she was alarmed by the room spinning.   The bastard had drugged her again!   She managed to get herself to the bed where the darkness claimed her.....