FIVE

~Emmy~ 

Beads of sweat dripped down my face and onto the blindfold that covered my eyes, inches away from my dried and chapped lips. My heartbeat increased with each passing second. The sound of wind whirling by the vehicle I knew we were in was the only sound I could hear.

"Hello?" I tried to say, but my words were suffocated by something that had been placed in my mouth. 

"That will teach you to bite!" The voice giggled in my head, making me groan. I had woken up to the soft lull of the car as we drove down what I assumed was a highway. We had been driving for at least twenty minutes when the car pulled to a stop, and whoever was in the vehicle exited.

Restraints completely immobilised me. My wrists were encircled behind my back by the ominous cold metal of what I could only assume to be wrist cuffs. Hard metal ran up my back to where a frigid chain ran around my neck. Every move I made had the chains clank together. 

My whole body ached and screamed for relief from the position I was in, and there was nothing I could do about it. My thighs were tied together with rope keeping my face down on the scratchy carpet, with my ass up high, thanks to the hog-tied position I woke up in. My only saving grace from this humiliating position was that I was still clothed in the nightgown that Sir had given me. 

I attempted to pull my wrists from their restraining prison. My legs longed to absently kick around in the empty air, but instead, they remained restrained to the point of immobility. I couldn't help but panic; I couldn't help but question how I ended up like this and why. I was nothing, a nobody, it made no sense.

The last thing I could remember was the buzz of my ears ringing and the intoxicating smell of my so-called saviour overpowering my nostrils. Now, I lay bound and dressed in a blooded gown in the blinding nightmare of this car. Blindfolded and hopeless, I tried to look through the strained fabric but could see nothing but endless darkness. 

Could my saviour really have just left me here? I tried screaming out for help, but something was stopping me from opening my mouth any wider, and my mouth ached like a mother fucker. My throat was so dry it slightly resembled sandpaper. 

"I felt utterly scared and alone." I moaned to myself.

"Alone?!" That voice inside my head reminded me. "Meaning no one is here to stop you from.."

"Calling for help!" I finished my crazy voice sentence, hating that I had accepted her place in my mind, but honestly, I was so alone that I would take any companion over the endless darkness I had right now. I thrashed my arms around, hoping the chains would make enough noise to attract some type of attention. But I slowly gave up, sinking down into the warmth and comfort of the carpet beneath me, tears beginning to spill from my eyes, blinding my already impaired vision.

I don't know how long I have been here. I knew it wasn't that long, though I couldn't help but compare it to forever as I wallowed in self-pity. I lay helplessly and wholly defeated on the floor of the car when suddenly, the sound of distant footsteps drew closer, much closer. My body automatically shot up as far as I was able to and began attempting to scream and shout for help as loud as I could manage, though this was already deemed pointless when every sound I made was muffled through the bloody gag in my mouth.

I prayed and prayed that this person would come to save me, but as soon as the footsteps got close enough to be outside the door, they carried on by leaving me alone yet again. I looked in the direction of what I had assumed to be the door, which I was unable to see in the ridiculous darkness of the blindfold. 

"HA! You should have shouted louder!" That voice taunted inside my head, making me sigh. 

"Really helpful!" I snarled at it, ignoring the laughter that echoed around my head.

Footsteps once again came closer but, this time, stopped at what I assumed to be the door to the car. I guess if I wasn't mere moments away from suffocation as my head buried back into the filthy carpet, I would be currently holding my breath, but that was not a choice. I turned towards the door, waiting for it to open, to receive rescue or any clue as to why I was here.

The door clicked open. I squinted my eyes, desperately trying to see who it was, but the darkness of the blindfold stole any chance of me knowing who stood beside the car when the door opened. It could be my so-called saviour, but honestly, at this point, I realised it could be anyone. I didn't know of him or his dealings, but I did know that buying girls at auctions made you a bad person and bad people tended to do bad shit to people like me. 

"Oh, a wolf can hope!" The voice bounced excitedly around my head.

Wolf? Now I know I am going insane! 

Moving my head on the carpeted floor, I sighed softly, feeling the material shift a little, giving me a little bit of my blurred vision back just as a car light illuminated the male by the door. All I could see was a faint silhouette of the figure. The height alone caused me to believe it was the male who had brought me, causing me to only calm down slightly. Even though I hope I know who it is, there is no guarantee I am going to be given the use of my arms and legs again. 

The car moved as he stepped inside, his scent filling the car, making the voice in my head groan needily. It was my kidnapper. I would recognise that scent anywhere! It was like freshly cut green grass and city smoke, my two favourite things. 

"Are you ready, Sir?" A voice called from the front of the car, making my head snap around towards it; it sounded like the small male from the auction, but I couldn't be sure. He must have answered with a nod because the car began to move, sending vibrations through my knees and face. 

"Hello." I tried to say through the gag but was ignored and rewarded by my blindfold pulled back in place and a pair of cushioned headphones being placed over my ears, not letting a single sound pass, deafening me and taking away another precious sense of mine.

I lay in complete silence, hating not knowing what would come next and wondering what would happen tonight. The time seemed to slow down again; I flinched every time I believed I heard a sound or thought I saw something, though both were obviously just my imagination. 

"You're so jumpy!" The voice chuckled in my head. "Doesn't it turn you on knowing you are utterly vulnerable and at that handsome man's disposal?" She asked, making me sigh

"I am a virgin." I snapped at the voice, which felt stupid. It was my brain talking to me, and I knew I was a virgin, but I felt like I needed to say that. "I do not think being tied up in a car like a fucking hog is sexy." I lied. A part of me did, and I was ashamed to admit that. Silence followed, and I almost wished the voice would talk to me again as we moved along the bumpy road.

The anticipation and puzzlement of what my new companion who sat in the car with me thought as he watched me rock back and forth in the centre of his car was dreadful, though slightly delightful, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

"And hornier and hornier. I need a release, and I need it now, or at least a slight bit of attention to our pleading pussy." The voice interjected, making me regret every yearning for her.

"I am not horny!" I snapped back moodily. What did she think? I was some kind of sicko that got off on this kind of shit!

"Yes!" The voice giggled before disappearing again.