I woke up with a start, feeling a sharp pain in my ankle. I looked down and saw a metal device attached to it. It had wires and blinking lights on it. What the hell was that? I tried to pull it off, but it was locked. It felt heavy and cold on my skin. I felt a surge of panic and fear. What had she done to me? She. The girl who kidnapped me. The girl who raped me. The girl who claimed to love me. I still couldn't believe what had happened. How did she find me? How did she take me? How did she bring me here? Here. A cabin in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by trees and snow. Isolated from the world.
I shuddered as I remembered what she had done to me last night. How she had stripped me naked and tied me to the bed. How she had touched me and kissed me and licked me all over. How she had made me scream and cry and beg for mercy. How she had ignored my pleas and thrust her fingers and tongue inside me. How she had made me cum over and over again until I passed out from exhaustion and pain. She had made me feel things I had never felt before. Things I didn't want to feel. Things that made me hate myself. She had made me her toy. Her slave. Her lover. She had made me hers. And she wasn't done with me yet.
I heard the door open and saw her walk in. She was tall and slim, with shoulder-length black hair and dark brown eyes. She had an average-looking face and a decent figure. She looked like a normal girl, but I knew she was anything but. She was a monster.
She smiled at me with a twisted grin and walked towards me with slow and deliberate steps. She had a tray in her hands. She looked like she was trying to be nice, but I knew better. She was a psycho who had kidnapped me and raped me. She was a predator who had marked me as her prey.
I felt a surge of panic and fear as I saw her approaching me. I had to get away from her. I had to escape. I looked around the room, looking for a way out. There was a window behind me, but it was too high and too small. There was a door on the other side of the room, but it was locked and she had the key. There was no way out. I was trapped.
She reached the bed and put the tray on the nightstand. She looked at me with a mix of lust and love in her eyes. She reached out her hand and caressed my cheek. I flinched and moved away from her touch. "Don't touch me!" I shouted, pushing her hand away from my face. I glared at her with hatred and disgust. She was the reason I was here. She was the reason I was suffering. She was the reason I had lost everything. She frowned and grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the bed. She leaned closer to me, her breath hot on my ear. "Hello, my sweet Lily," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Did you sleep well?"
I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine as I heard her voice. I hated her voice. It was the voice that haunted my nightmares. The voice that made me do things I didn't want to do. The voice that made me hers.
"Get away from me!" I screamed, struggling to free myself from her grip. I kicked and punched and bit, trying to hurt her.
She didn't flinch or let go. She was stronger than me. She overpowered me and pinned me down to the bed. She looked at me with a wicked smile and licked her lips. "You're so feisty, my sweet Lily," she said, her voice husky and dark.
She grabbed something from the tray and held it in front of my face. It was a black leather collar with metal spikes and a small box attached to it. It had wires and buttons on it. It looked like a device that could shock me.
"What is that?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear.
She wrapped the collar around my neck and locked it with a key. She put the key in her pocket and smiled at me. "This, my sweet Lily, is your new accessory," she said, her voice sweet and gentle. "It's a shock collar. It's a device that can give you a little zap whenever I want. It's a device that can make you behave."
She held up a small remote control in her hand and pressed a button. I felt a sudden pain in my neck. It was like being pricked by a needle. It made me flinch and gasp.
"Ow! What are you doing?" I asked, feeling angry.
She pressed the button again and I felt another pain. She giggled and kissed my cheek. "I'm just testing it out, my sweet Lily," she said, her voice playful and teasing. "Don't worry, it's on the lowest setting. It won't hurt you much. Unless you're a bad girl, of course."
She pressed another button on the remote control and I felt a shock of electricity run through my body. It was like being zapped by a taser. It made me spasm and shriek.
"Stop! Stop! Please, stop!"
She put the remote control in her pocket and smiled at me with a loving expression. She stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. "You're so beautiful, my sweet Lily," she said, her voice soft and tender. "You're my angel. My dream. My everything. I love you so much."
I felt a wave of nausea and disgust as I heard her words. She didn't love me. She was obsessed with me. She was delusional. She was insane. She had kidnapped me and raped me. She had put a shock collar on me and threatened to hurt me. She had taken away my freedom and my dignity. She had made me her prisoner. Her toy. Her lover. She had made me hers. And she wasn't going to let me go.
I felt a surge of anger and despair as I realized my situation. I had to get away from her. I had to escape. I had to find a way out. I looked at her face and saw a hint of sadness and insecurity in her eyes. She seemed to sense my resistance and fear. She seemed to worry that I might hate her or reject her. She leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear. "Please, don't hate me, my sweet Lily," she said, her voice pleading and desperate. "Please, don't be afraid of me. Please, don't try to run away from me. Please, just love me back. Please, just be mine."
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I heard her words. She wanted me to love her back. She wanted me to be hers. She wanted me to forget everything that had happened. She wanted me to forget my life, my family, my friends, my boyfriend. She wanted me to forget who I was and become someone else. Someone who loved her and only her. I looked into her eyes and saw a glimmer of hope and longing in them. She seemed to believe that I could love her back. She seemed to believe that we could be happy together. She seemed to believe that we were meant to be. She was wrong.
I hated her with every fiber of my being. I hated her for what she had done to me. I hated her for what she was doing to me. I hated her for what she was going to do to me. But I also felt a pang of curiosity for her. I wondered what had made her this way. What had driven her to kidnap me and rape me. What had sparked her obsession with me.
I put on a fake smile and spoke in a soft voice. "Why did you kidnap me?" I asked, my voice innocent and curious. I decided to play along with her game. I decided to pretend that I was interested in her story. I decided to use her weakness against her. Her weakness was me.
She looked amused and intrigued by my question. She opened her mouth and spoke in a sincere voice. "Because I love you, my sweet Lily," she said, her voice earnest and passionate.
I wondered what had happened to her. What had broken her so badly. What had made her this way. "Do you want to know more about me, my sweet Lily?" she asked, her voice curious and hopeful. I nodded slowly, pretending to be interested in her story. I decided to play along with her game.
I looked into her eyes and saw a glint of satisfaction and anticipation in them. She seemed to be confident that I was warming up to her. She blinked and tilted her head. She smiled wider and hugged me closer to her body. She seemed happy that I was showing some interest in her. She seemed eager to share more about herself with me. She opened her mouth and spoke in a sincere voice. "My name is Mia," she said, her voice soft and sweet. “I’m 21 years old and I’m a junior at your college.”
I felt a jolt of surprise as I heard her name and age. Mia? She was Mia? The same Mia who was in my math class? The same Mia who sat in the back of the room and never spoke to anyone?
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Mia asked, her voice soft and sweet. "It was in math class, two months ago. You were sitting next to me and you smiled at me. You asked me if I needed help with the homework. You were so kind and friendly. You made me feel like I mattered. Like I wasn't invisible."
Lily blinked, trying to recall the memory. She vaguely remembered talking to a girl in math class, but she couldn't remember her name or face. She had been nice to her out of politeness, not out of genuine interest. She had forgotten about her as soon as the class was over. She felt a pang of guilt and pity for Mia. How lonely and desperate must she have been to cling to such a trivial interaction?
"You don't remember me, do you?" Mia said, her voice cracking. "You don't remember how much you meant to me. How much you still mean to me. You don't know how much you saved me that day. I was going to kill myself that night. I had nothing to live for. My life was shit."
"My parents were monsters who treated me like dirt. They never cared about me. They never gave me any love or attention or support. They only gave me pain and misery and suffering. They beat me, starved me, locked me in my room, called me names, blamed me for everything. They made me feel like I was worthless, like I was a mistake, like I was a burden. They made me wish I was never born. I had no friends at school either. Everyone hated me or ignored me or mocked me. I was alone in this world. I was alone in this hell.
That's why I decided to end it all. I was ready to say goodbye to this cruel world. But then you came into my life. That day, after math class, when you approached me with a friendly smile and offered to help me with the homework, when you made me feel something new and amazing and wonderful, something that filled my heart with warmth and light and happiness and love. A life that was worth living, that had meaning and purpose and joy. But you also made me realize how far away that life was from me. How impossible it was for me to have it. How unworthy I was of it. You were so perfect, so beautiful, so smart, so kind, so amazing. You belonged to someone else. Someone who was better than me in every way. Someone who made you happy more than me. Your boyfriend."
Mia looked at Lily with a mix of love and pain in her eyes. She continued her story in a sincere voice. "I was so jealous of your boyfriend, my sweet Lily," she said, her voice bitter and sad. "He had everything I wanted. He had you. He got to see you every day, talk to you every day, touch you every day, kiss you every day, make love to you every day. He didn't deserve you, my sweet Lily. He was a jerk who cheated on you and treated you like trash. He didn't appreciate you like I did."
"You were way out of my league. You had a boyfriend who was better than me in every way. You had friends who loved you and supported you. You had a family who cared about you and gave you everything you needed. You had a life that I could never have. I had no chance of getting close to you in the normal way. I wanted you more than anything in the world, but I knew you would never look at me that way. I knew you would never notice me or talk to me or smile at me or love me. I knew you would never be mine. That's why I decided to bring you here, to this cabin. Here, we can be together forever."
I listened to her words with a mix of disgust and curiosity. I hated her for what she had done to me. I hated her for what she was doing to me. I hated her for what she was going to do to me. I looked at her face and saw a hint of vulnerability and insecurity in her eyes. She seemed to sense my resistance and fear. She seemed to worry that I might hate her or reject her.
She leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear. "Please, don't hate me, my sweet Lily," she said, her voice pleading and desperate. "Please, don't be afraid of me. Please, don't try to run away from me. Please, just love me back. Please, just be mine." I looked into her eyes and saw a glimmer of hope and longing in them. She seemed to believe that I could love her back. She seemed to believe that we could be happy together. She seemed to believe that we were meant to be.
Interesting... pretty rare to see this kind of writing. Give me more!
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