Captives - New for #Koroban_Kaverns 3-2-2010
Other female sounds filled the air as His footsteps' echo disappeared. When He'd taken her down to the basement, the only light source drifted in rays of muted brilliance from upstairs, leaving most of the surroundings in the dark downstairs room invisible or at least unrecognizable to her inexperienced eye. She could tell that he'd made the journey so often; he could do it in the dark if necessary.
Knees buckled below her as so many emotions filled her young head. Only a few hours earlier, she’d been at a local friend’s house with a small crowd. Some were college students she knew but many were strangers to her. There was loud music, dancing, and several coolers filled with classy beer. At least she knew the hostess well. They’d been friends for eleven of her twenty-one years.
Now she was locked in a small room. Eyes grew accustomed to the light after a few moments and she realized it was more than a small room. She was in a cell. He’d put her in a room with metal bars. Thoughts raced as she revisited the evening, studying the course of events that brought her to the cold stone floor where she knelt. Long dark hair covered her face as she bowed her head.
Again she heard the very quiet din of noise coming from other places in the large room. With dark eyes acclimated to the low light, she looked up again, letting the dark skeins of hair fall again to her shoulders, to the varied bits of sound and realized there were other cages just like hers and other girls captive. They were as unique as humanly possible, so many shades of female beauty.
Some of the girls huddled as far back to the depth of their cage as possible. Others seemed nonchalant in their occupancy. There were tears, whispers that seemed to mean almost nothing, and a hundred other visible emotions. Compassion and fear welled within, threatening to claim her hold on sanity. She shook her head again, clearing her thoughts. She had to think. No time for emotion!
Small fists uncurled and fingers clasped against the cage bars. Hoisting herself up once more, she took a more avid look around her, looking for details she might use to escape. Briefly, she shook the cage door, making it rattle. Hissing came from nearby, and then a feisty voice followed, “I wouldn’t do that. You’ll cause trouble for yourself, or maybe for all of us.” Hands dropped with the voice’s warning.
“I’m Elise.”… “I’m Sharon.”… “I’m Lacy.” The air suddenly seemed to swell with identity, each voice slightly different, accents from around the world vocalized with their greeting. Finally things were almost quiet again, save the sniffles from one corner. Drawing up inner strength, she spoke to them, “I’m Angela.” Tremors shook through her and tinged her voice with fear.
Once they’d all spoken, the same girl who’d hissed whispered almost inaudibly. “There are nine of us now. You’re the ninth. The oldest woman rests silently in her cell at the far end. To our best guess, she’s been here six years. Each of us was taken from a party or college campus, and everyone was twenty or twenty-one when they arrived. I’m guessing you are as well. Welcome to hell.”
“Eri… Eric said… He offered me a nightcap following my best friend’s party… He said… Oh god… He said if I yielded to him, I’d never have want or need for another man. Surely… he didn’t mean that literally?!” Fear continued to lace every word. She stammered across the words as her mind went back to the offer of a nightcap. He was so charming, so handsome. Refusing him just wasn’t an option.
Reflecting on it, she realized that he rarely heard the word no, and even when she’d first met him, earlier in the evening, he obviously knew his will would be served and she’d end up just as she was, kneeling in his basement, among his ‘collection’ of females. Terror gripped her core, but it mixed with erotic thoughts and even arousal. He’d simply taken her captive. Tears fell slowly across olive cheeks.
Night fell and somewhere in the darkness, she finally slept. Other cells had cots, one even contained a bed. There were covers, pillows, and an odd arrangement of items per girl that she’d noticed before the sun set. Cold crept through the basement floor and even in the darkest depth of dreams, she shivered. The light cream top and short skirt did little to offer warmth or comfort. Still exhaustion claimed her.
Just as new light poked its way into crevasses, the rattle of a lock, and then a door on squeaking hinges and finally those same boot thuds filled the morning air. Palms pressed to the rough concrete surface as soon as she heard his arrival. A cursory glance around the room revealed the terror in every pair of eyes. She couldn’t stand. Too much fright held her as captive as HE held her captive.
He ignored the other girls, instead traversing the short distance to stand just beyond her door.“You are… here to serve me. The rest will be answered in time. You will learn everything from me in time. You are MINE.”
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