Metallic

I don't know the exact time we got there, but the sun had set not long before that. Eric and I don't talk much on the street. I really don't have anything to say to you that won't result in you punishing me.

My heart pounded in my chest like a military drum as we drove along the almost endless driveway to the house. The owner of this house certainly has a lot of money and needs extreme privacy. Huge trees obscured our destination, but I could see lights in the distance. Soon. Soon, I will lose everything that matters most to me.

I scolded myself for not trying to escape more, even when I could barely walk, let alone run. But, even if I had to die in the process, I should have tried again. Death would be better than what was about to happen. I know once you put me in that house, I'll be a sex slave for the rest of my life. I know Eric said it was only two years, but I don't have any faith in that. How can that be?

“Don't cry, Kitten. I won't let anyone hurt you. Just be obedient and