I’ve done it!

I FINALLY did it!!

It’s HAPPENED, there’s no turning back now…

I’ve been running it through my head over and over and over AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER!!!!

BUT I’VE FINALLY DONE IT!!!!

I took her!!

I took her I took her I TOOK HER!!!

I’ve taken her and I can’t go back.

I can’t turn back any more, any longer.

There is no salvation anymore, I’ve passed the point of no return.

I look at her, she is locked up in that room

That small room.

Nothing.  Nothing for herself. Completely at my mercy.

I am her God.  I am her world.  ME.  SHE MUST SUBMIT TO ME.

A small, cramped room.  Stone walls, stone floor.  I don’t want to give her anything to enjoy.  Anything to feel grateful for.  She won’t get anything unless she pleases ME..

I look through the small window in the door.  I see her lying there, still unconscious.  Still oblivious to the terror that awaits her.

That’s good.

Relish in your safety.  It is a small release from the future to come.  Soon you will be screaming.  Screaming my name. MY NAME… You will beg, you will cry.. I will break you.

There is nothing you can do.  If you defy me, it will only end badly for you.  I will see to that.  No… you need to listen.  You need to obey…  I only hope you see that when you wake up.

She twitches..

I see her.  She is lying there in the floor.  I see her move.  She is waking up.

SHE.

HER.  It is she I stalked.  Stalked for the past seven months.  So long.  So long I’ve thought about this.  So long I’ve planned what I am to do to her tonight.  And the next night. And the next, AND THE NEXT.  Until she is no more.

I wonder how long she will last.  How long?

Ah.

She has awaken.  She is conscious.  So beautiful… I see her.  Looking at her through the glass.  She is in her bra and panties.  She is wearing blue and white striped panties.  Still so innocent.

I’ve been watching her for a while.  She is clean.  She does not do it with just anyone. She is not a WHORE.  In fact, I don’t think she has lost her virginity yet.  Still so young.  Still so PURE.  I can’t wait here any longer.

I open the door.

I can’t stand it.

I walk towards her.

She turns her head.

I don’t know if she sees me or not.

She has just woken up.  She is still taking in the room.  Her situation.  SHE is realizing the situation she is in.  SHE is realizing who has the power.  I wait until she looks at me.  ME.  She must know who she has to please.

I stand there.

Between her and closed doors.  In this room without windows.  Where no sound will escape.  Where all that awaits her is cold hard stone.  I stand there and she looks at me.  She looks at me and I can see it in her eyes. She knows.  She knows her fate.  She knows what is required of her.

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She opens her mouth.

“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---“

She screams.

SCREAMS.

SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

STOP IT WITH THE SCREAMING!!!

SHE SCREAMS AND SCREAMS AND SCREAMS AND SCREAMS AND SCREAMS AND SCREAMS AND SCREAMS-

I hurry towards her.

I slap her hard across the face.  Enough that she shuts up.  Enough that she knows what I am capable of.  Enough that blood flies across the room.

She is coughing now.  Choking on the blood that I drew.

That’s good.

Know who is in charge.  Know of my power.

I grab her by the jaw and stuff a dirty cloth into her mouth.  She will find no comfort here.  And I can’t stand the screaming.  She doesn’t need to talk.  I don’t want her to.

I see the tears flowing from her eyes.  Crying.  Sobbing.  If she wasn’t gaged, I don’t know if I could restrain myself.  And why should I.  She is mine now.  I can do as I please.  She is MINE.

I look at her, and she looks at me.  I see fear in her eyes.  I don’t want fear.  I want surrender. No. NO no no nono nono nonononono this won’t do.  I’ll have to teach her.  Teach her what is expected of her.

She is tied, her hands bound behind her back.  Now gaged with the cloth I placed in her mouth.  And her feet, bound with duct tape.  She squirms. She is afraid.  I reach down to touch her and she shrinks back.

No.

No that isn’t right.  That’s not what I wanted you to do.  WHY.  Why can’t you see what is expected.  Why don’t you know how to please me?

I grab her by the neck.  There is something that feels right about it.  I grip tighter and she chokes.  The sounds she makes.  They are so inhuman.  I look at her as she gasps for air.  Observing her.  I look into her eyes, and she knows. She knows her life is in my hands.  I relish in the thought for a few moments.

When her eyes start to go white I release her.  The second I release my grasp she gasps for air.  Savoring what little reprieve she has.  I smile.  I grin at the prospect of her owing the very basic human necessities entirely to me.  You are so beautiful.

I stoke her hair.  She shutters.  Why are you afraid?  Why don’t you understand?

Her black hair.  So beautiful, so long.  I bundle it in my hand and smell it.  It smells of her and it’s intoxicating.  I relish in it.

I can hear her whimpering.  I can’t stand it. It is like nails on chalk board.  Doesn’t she know that’s not what I want?  I have to get out of here.  

I leave.  I go through the door and I shut it behind me.  Leaving her alone in the stone room.  She continues to cry.  I don’t care.  I just want it to stop, even if I have to make it stop.  It will stop.

Soon.

Soon… everything will be better.  Soon…