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Anne groaned, feeling uncomfortable tension in her body. She tried to sit up but felt herself unable to move much. She opened her eyes and it all came rushing back to her. She had been kidnapped from her home. She recalls being tied up, carried away by a beautiful stranger. A fantasy for some but for her, a nightmare. She looked around the room, noticing she was alone. The light beaming through the curtains told her it was daylight. It wasnt too bright in the room but enough for her to see it was large with two deep crimson dressers, one white vanity, a portrait of an abstract art of silk it looks like. The bed itself was large, bigger than a queen. Although it was comfortable, spending all night tied to the headboard hurt her limbs bad. She wanted to call out for help but she remembered they were in the middle of no where. Who would hear her? Him? She didn't wanna bring him back. Like as if he was reading her mind, he entered the bedroom. She can fully see his body now that he had the jacket off. He walked in with a fitted white t-shirt and jeans. He definitely took care of his physique. He smiled at her as he walked towards the window. He opened the curtains, letting more light into the room. "I thought you'd be sleeping longer. It's still pretty early." He walked over to her. "Either way, I started breakfast. It's almost done. Hungry?" She stared at him. The pacifier gag still buckled in. He went to untie her ankles then her wrist. As she lowered them down, she winced in pain. They truly were sore. He reached behind her head and removed her gag. "You look do beautiful when you sleep. I've been anxious to bring you home for do long. Come, let's eat." He took her severely pained wrist and led her to the kitchen. It was brightly lit with the window opened. She was surprised to see how decent it looked. Black marbled table, bowl of fruit in the center. A plate of pancakes set with another plate of toast and two place settings. He made her plate with 2 large fluffy pancakes and a plastic spoon was placed near her. She also was given a plastic cup with orange juice. "Eat. You must be hungry." She stared at the food. It smelled amazing and looked perfect. But eating was the last thing on her mind. "Please... I need to know why am I here? Who are you?" She asked as polite as she could. He sat down, serving himself a plate. "You don't recognize me." He stated. She tried to look at his face. Tried to find some sort of memory that would be unlocked from his features but none. "Its okay. I supposed it's been a few years and I do look a bit different." "How do you know me?" "We went to high school together. Adam Hawthorne." Her eyes then widened. She knew very well who he was. He did look different. "I know, I was this tiny skinny scrawny guy. Stupid buzz cut." "You...you had that...group." "Yeah, me and the boys." "They were so mean...especially to girls!" "I wouldn't say mean." He took a bite of his pancake. "You guys would harass the girls, called us names, I'm pretty sure they got physical with a lot of them." "Nothing was reported." "And you...I hit you!" She said through gritted teeth. He smiled at her, unsettling to her that he seemed so calm. "Yeah. One hell of a punch. It changed so many things. I did look down on girls. Maybe to make myself feel better. I could never be a man for then I felt. But wouldn't you know. I had a growth spurt!" He laughed. "And I never could get you out of my mind. You were this stunning, fiery red head. You were an incredible artist. And I just admired how you stood up for your friends. Not afraid to get in trouble. I tried to get you out of my head but I just couldn't. I wanted you. But you turned me down." "I didn't wanna date anyone and you were always mean!" She spat. "Yeah, yeah I guess so. Well, I waited. Watched you. Thought you would end up successful, living in a beautiful home, married, children, being taken care of. But it never happened did it?" She felt uncomfortable even more than ever. "I saw you working terrible jobs, making barely any money. Living in such a tiny place. No room for your books or art. Eating garbage. No one to take care of you." "I don't want to be taken care of!" "Oh, sweet girl." He smiled at her, drinking his coffee. "Listen, I'm sorry that I rejected you, okay? I'm sorry I, I hit you! But please let me go home! I have very little interest in even going to police. I just wanna be left alone, please I promise I won't tell." "Shhh...settle down. Eat your breakfast." "No! Let me go!" She screamed. "Anne. I know its gonna be an adjustment but I will not tolerate defiance." He said sternly. "So what, you're just gonna keep me here?" "You're home Anne. You'll be fed great food, you'll be in a comfortable bed, you can watch your favorite movies, read your books and draw! You will be cherished and cared for. Doesn't that sound nice?" "You're fucking insane." Her eyes were beginning to water. "Eat your breakfast." It was a warning. But she didn't care anymore. She jumped out of her chair and ran to the kitchen drawers, opening them all until she can find a nice. Two of the drawers were locked. Frustrated, she ran towards the front door, twisting the handle on the giant dark door but it didn't budge. She looked for a lock but froze when she saw a key was required to open and close it from inside. She ran to the window and tried to open but nothing. She started pounding away at the window, crying with each time her fist slammed. "Help!" She cried out. He never got up from the table. He patiently drank his coffee while she frantically searched the house for a way out. The doors were all locked except for the bedroom, and the windows wouldn't budge. She found a bathroom and again, no windows to open. She screamed in frustration and slammed the bathroom door shut, locking herself inside. She sat on the floor against the wall, noticing how large the bathroom was. "Jesus christ this would be such a nice damn place if it wasn't with a nutjob." She whispered to herself. She wasn't going to be some pet for a maniac. She heard him walk over to the door and knock. "All done with your tantrum?" He asked. She got up and looked through the bathroom for anything sharp she can use. But there was nothing. The door began to unlock and she jumped when he entered. Of course he had a key. "Are you ready to eat?" He cooked his head to the side. "No!" She snapped. He reached for her wrist but she pulled back. She tried to hit him but he grabbed her other wrist, turning her around and pressing her back to his chest. In a second she felt a prick in her neck. "No!" She whimpered as she instantly felt her body go limp in his arms. "I didn't want to do this, but you're having a hard time." He spoke calmly. She was still awake, but unable to move her body. She was helpless as he maneuvered her so he can place her over his shoulder, gently caressing her skin again as he walked. "I think you're gonna be happy here. Once you let go of all that anger and accept your new life." He placed her on the couch sitting up. He stroked her soft cheek, her eyes glossing over. "Maybe tomorrow I can show you the house. Stuff you'd like. But for now, I just wanna help you relax." He slid her shorts off, then her panties. Her eyes widening with fear as he balled them up. "Nghh" She tried to talk but the sedative was way to strong. "Shh, it's okay." He whispered, gently opening her mouth the place the small wad of panties. "I don't think you'll be able to spit those out right now." He chuckled. He knelt down and spread her legs, slowly moving his fingers around her clit. She gasp as she felt his warm touch, not realizing she could still feel although she cant move. He leaned in and started kissing her inner thigh, making his way towards her clit where his tongue started to work. She whined, wanting him to stop. She didn't care if it felt good or not, she wanted out. She tried to move her tongue to push out the panties but he balled them in so well she couldn't get the grip she needed. He moaned as he sucked her in, exploring her insides with his tongue. "Oh so sweet, princess. So incredibly sweet. You like how it feels?" She groaned into her gag, pleading with her eyes to be released. He just smiled and continued on, moving faster until she felt herself orgasm, moaning as her juices poured into his mouth. He sat up, licking his lips. "How was that?" She whined again. "I know, you're still not used to home yet. How about I make you a breakfast smoothie and you drink that for now?" He didn't wait for her to answer, not that she could. He headed to the kitchen while she sat still, panties still in her mouth and her slick wetness on the black leather couch. A few minutes later he came back with a large sippy cup with a pastel mermaid design. "I know you like Mermaids so I picked a few options." How the hell would he even know that, she thought. She wondered how long he had been watching her. "Now, you're gonna let me feed you this, or you can sit there for the rest of the day with your panties in your mouth." He warned. She couldn't do much but when he pulled out her panties, she decided to give in for now. He sat on the couch and cradled her in his arms, placing the tip of the sippu cup in her mouth. She drank the Berry smoothie he made her, happy that at least it tasted good. Her eyes watered again as she felt helpless to her situation, trying to figure out how the hell she can possibly escape. "Such a good girl, drink it all up." He cooed. She did as told, watching him smile at her when he held up the empty cup. "Good girl. Now, let's get you nice and cleaned up." He got up to place the cup in the kitchen. She felt her fingers move and tried to lift her hands. There was some movement. The sedative was probably wearing off. She kept on moving around until she was able to lift up her arms completely. "I didn't give you a lot. Just enough to calm you down for a short while. Within a few hours you should be fine yo walk around. But I have no problem carrying you. You're so teeny." He teased as walked over and lifted her up to stand. "Why are you doing this?" She whispered. "Because I love you." He placed the pacifier gag back in her mouth before she can argue and scooped her up towards the bathroom.