Escape Plan FAIL

You unlock my room and tell  me we are going into the City. I am pale and bruised and have been in this locked room so long that I don’t even remember the last time I had been outside. I am naked and afraid to move. You scream at me to put some clothes on and get moving, and to meet you downstairs. You slam the door behind you and I scramble to get dressed, my little pussy still sore from your pounding this morning.

I look and see my teddy bear laying on the bed, the bear I always hold tight while you fuck me with your giant cock. The bear always makes me feel safe and I decided to go ahead and try to take it with me, hoping you wouldn’t mind. I didn’t know where we were going, but I figured maybe you would let me. Then I remembered you said we were going to the City. That means there would be lots of people around… maybe I could signal someone that you had kidnapped me long ago. I knew I would be too scared to speak, so I needed another way. A note! Thats it – I could write a note. Then I hear you screaming from downstairs and I panic.

I grab a red crayon and a piece of paper from the few things you allow me to have and I write “HELP” in large letters and fold the note up and hide it in my pocket of my shorts. I run downstairs and you are fuming mad for me having had take so long. You look at my bear and roll your eyes as you take me roughly by the arm and lead me outside. We walk to the nearest subway entrance and the entire time all I can think of is the note I have in my pocket. How will I get it out and hand it to someone without you noticing? My heart is pounding.

You grab a seat on the train and make me stand in front of you. There are people everywhere, mena nd women and I am too scared to reach for me note. The train starts to move and I almost fall over. You reach up and grab me by my hips. Your hand brushes my pocket and I feel your grip tighten. Horror shoots through my veins – you felt the note! You look in my eyes and see my guilt and fear. I am terrified as the train comes to a stop at the next station. You stand up and take me off the subway. There are still people everywhere, its my only chance and I blew it. You drag me up the stairs and we walk thr entire way home. You don’t say a word.

Once we are back home, you shut and lock the door behind us. You tell me to show you whats in my pocket. I can’t move. You rip my shirt off, my tiny breasts exposed, and you slap my nipples until I am screaming in pain.  I take the note out, hand shaking, and give it to you. I am still clutching my bear as you unfold the note and read it. I have never seen you so angry. Your eyes meet mine again and you grab my teddy bear. I scream, “NO!” and follow you as you run up the stairs to my room. You go in and grab my crayons and paper too. Then you head for the basement where your tools are. I am crying and begging you to please stop. You tell me I am going to learn my lesson.

In the basement, you take my bear and begin cutting him up with a saw. I am screaming and you knock me to the ground. You tell me to take off my shorts. I do as I am told and I lay naked on the basement floor. You take my red crayon and use a torch to make it start to melt. The hot crayon wax is dripping from the end of it and you dribble it on my bear. It looks like blood and that you murdered my teddy. My heart is crushed as I watch how heartless you are. Then you turn your attention towards my naked body. The crayon still dripping hot wax, you drop the drops on my nipples and the heat scorches them. I scream out in pain as you rub the hot crayon across my pink pussy.

You spread my legs and smear more wax all over my skin as you slide your cock in my throbbing pussy. My bright red nipples and bloody looking body give you a new thrill, and I know I just made everything worse for myself. I no longer had a teddy bear to hold while you fuck me, and you now have a desire for seeing me bleed. Your gruff voice in my ear tells me that I will never try to escape again. And I know you are right. I belong to you. You will fuck me for the rest of my pathetic life whenever you want.

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