Of Lies and Secrets Post 4

Author's Note: Finally getting back to this! I'm going to be revising the other portions a bit as well. If you want to read the full story go to the Of Lies and Secrets page on the right. And as always comments are appreciated.

For a moment I wonder why my bed is rocking. Back and forth I rock. Back and forth. At first I assume that the rocking is in my mind, perhaps a figment left from a dream. But then my eyes drift slowly open. And I see the face of my captor. I startle and jerk as if to pull myself into a fetal position. But his voice soothes me

"Ello love." for now his accent sounds kind, almost loving.

"Where am I? What time is it? What day is it?"

"Its been a few 'ours since I picked ya up. And this is yer home love."

"Why are you still carrying me? Put me down!"

"Alrighty love." he tilts his arms, roughly ejecting me from their safety. I stumble and fall forward.

"What was that for?" I demand from the floor.

"Ya said to put ya down. So I did." he shrugs.

"You didn’t have to drop me that hard!"

Again he shrugs and says "This way love," as he opens a door to a dark basement.

I think about refusing but I don't doubt that I he would catch me if I tried to run. So instead I turn up my nose and flounce down the stairs. My captor follows along behind me, closing the door with a quiet slam. For a moment we are trapped in darkness. Then I hear a soft click. A moment later the lights flare, too bright to my barely adjusted eyes.  I freeze at the bottom of the stairs. I can see a bed, with a thin mattress and ratty blanket. I can also see through the bathroom, as it had no door. The walls are bare cement, with not even an attempt to brighten them. The floor is a bit better, covered in a collection of dirty carpets that have the appearance of having spent time in a dump. My captor comes up behind me. He's holding a rope and has a smirk on his face.

"Now love. Time for you to be a good girl and get on the bed."

"You're not going to, do, anything are you?"

"Naw love. Just gotta tie ya down so we can make sure you're stayin."

I didn't see another option. I was hours from where I was staying, and with no way to get out of this room. I was a rat in a trap. So I walked over and daintily sat on the foul blanket. It even smelled awful . My captor bends over to tie one end of the rope to the leg of the bed. As for the other he grabs my ankle and rapidly makes a series of complex knots.

"Now the harder you pull on these love", he gives the rope a tug, "the tighter they get" the rope is rough, uncomfortably scraping against my skin. The man then turns and walks back up the stairs.

"I'll bring ya some food later love" he calls followed by the hollow slam of the door. I'm alone with a bed, a rope, and my thoughts.