I'm not yours ✔️

Submission

"I'll let you sleep in the other room if you promise to obey me"

My heart sank at his words. I can't stay in this sex room. I don't want him getting any ideas while we sit here.

"I-I promise..."

His hand never left my lower back as we walked back to the room he first kept me in. It was weird, obeying him, to not put up a fight or even scream at him. He killed Dimitri, he tortured me. He wants to tie me up and inflict pain on me. 

We enter the room and I notice the bed. It calms me when I don't see any chains or cuffs or anything to tie me to it. The room only had a bed, a dresser, nightstands on either side of the bed and finally a mirror on one wall across from the bed. I noticed a lamp on one nightstand. The window had blue curtains but no way to open it. 

His hand leaves my back and he walks to the bed.

"Lay down" he ordered. He needed to tie me up for the night. Who knew that running away from him would cause him acting like this? I sure as hell didn't. 

I walk towards the bed and lay down. I'm not sure how he's going to tie me up. My first days here he used rope and tied me to the headboard. I barely slept those days. He sat down on the bed beside me and started to tie my wrists together, I just looked the other way. Once they were neatly tied he pulled my hands closer to the headboard and tied it there. This way I could move my body to left and right but my wrists always stayed the same place. He stood up and gabbed a blanket.

"I don't want you to be cold" he said as he put the blanket over my body.

"Don't try anything, it'll only end bad for you" he warned and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. Then he took one last glance at me and left the room. 

A week later

"Hey Beth, can you help me with the dishes?"

I stand up and grab our plates and walk to the kitchen. He was cleaning the pan in the sink. I put the plates in the dishwasher and then went to grab our glasses too. The water is turned off and he turns around. 

"Thank you" he said and I nodded. I haven't had the strength nor bravery to answer or say something back. These last days I have just nodded and done what he says. 

We stand there in silence. I'm waiting for him to order something or say something. But no, he just stares at me. It was beginning to be uncomfortable so I turn around to walk away.

"Wait" I stop "where do you think you're going?" I turn around and look at the ground. Trying to make myself look as little as possible. He takes a step towards my and fight my instincts to back away. He comes closer and closer until there is barely any room between us. 

"Where you trying to run away from me?" he asks smiling. 

My eyes shoot up at him. I wasn't trying to actually run away. I just wanted to leave the kitchen. 

"Elizabeth, answer me" he says coldly. 

"N-no" I stutter.

"Then what were you doing?"

"I-I was..j-just, I thought you didn't n-need anything else so I th-" his finger touched my lips, silencing me. 

"I understand, next time. Just ask me" 

"I-I'm sorry" 

He puts his hands on my shoulders and strokes them. Then he moves them up my neck and lifts my chin so I stare directly at him. He hasn't hurt me much since the last punishment. He still ties me to the bed every night, and forces me to eat with him and help him with the dishes. And sometimes we just sit and watch a movie. Nothing to be afraid of. He only slapped me one time when I didn't obey his command. He wanted me to sit on his lap but I backed away. I know better now, never back away when he asks for something. I find it odd he hasn't tried anything sexual, maybe he's giving me time to adjust to this new lifestyle? Or just simply isn't feeling it with a broken woman like me.