Tied Up

Chapter 7

Lesson 1 – Amy

I have been trapped here for a couple of months now.

A room with only a dim light from the ceiling.

Last time The Boss, Zac came to offer me a deal.

I took it... In exchange for my family's safety.

For crisis sake...what have I do?

The silver door that has been isolating me from the world has suddenly opened harshly.

Bang! The door hits against the wall. The ray of light cuts in from the world I know so familiar of but yet

my eyes deny to open as they are getting hurt from looking at it.

I am falling into the dark. . . there will be no more light in my life.

"Look what we have here?"

I can't really see the face of this man who is walking towards me. He pulls the cigarette from his mouth

onto the ground and tarnishes the fire to make it dead. Although I can't see clearly, I can hear the keys

that he has with him.

The keys that can give me my freedom back.

"Well, well, well. Seems like we got something decent this time." He holds on my chin, pulling my face

next to his. With my hands tied to the pole in the centre of this cell, I got no choice but to try pulling my

face away from his, but with the little strength I have, I am in a game that I can never win.

"Hum...Smell sweet even without bathing for weeks." His nose sniffing from my cheek down along my

neck. His tongue starts to lick my neck and next to my shoulder. "I think little miss detective will like to

have a decent bath right?" Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

The tears swelling in my eyes fighting so hard not to drop.

I will never say yes to anything.

Suddenly he slaps my face so hard. "I'm asking you a question and YOU MUST ANSWER ME!" The

man growls. "Now you lost your chance to choose. I shall bath you myself then." He unties my hands

from the pole and unlocks the chain from my feet. He pulls my hair harshly towards the nearby wall

while I'm struggling to get away from him. "Now now, let's teach you how to obey your Masters."

My eyes can't hold on with the tears any longer, they start to drop like the river when I picture what will

be happening onwards. He said Masters. Not one but many. I have become a product of the slave

industry.

He took a collar hanging from the wall with a chain attached on the other end. "From today onwards.

You will obey who holds onto the other side of this chain." He ties the collar onto my neck. "Now you

will start with your first lesson. Learn to obey. Put this on and start crawling slave. There's a lot of

audiences waiting for the show."

My soul wishes to leave this world I am in, but I already lost the choice I have in my life.

Obedience – Amy

Lights shimmering, the lights hitting the walls and floor as I crawl,

following the Master that is holding the other side of my chain.

This chain that holds my freedom,

this chain that locks my soul forever.

The Master brings me toward a room and he locks my chain on the hook against the solid wall. The

chain is lose enough for me to run around this room but never enough to set me free from this hell.

"Pretty yet rebel. Now we are going to have your first lesson. I, your Master for tonight, shall teach you

a new word, OBEDIENCE. From this second onwards, your body no longer belongs to you. No matter

what instructions I give and you will be expected to follow. Whoever holding the other side of your

chain, you better listen because there will be consequences when you don't. "

His face sticking to my cheek, his nose smells every angle of my face.

"Understand?"

His tongue licking my earlobe and no matter how far I want to turn my face away, his hand is holding

my neck, controlling the will I wish to gain back.

Tears slowly dropping from my eyes and I don't wish to see what will happen to my fate.

"Now shall we start. My audiences are waiting for a good show. I think they will like what you are

wearing."

The Master went to the corner of the room.

"Now we start."

And once he pull the strings, the curtain reveals more windows.

I am the room of center.

A room with many glass wall, facing towards me, the center stage.

With some audiences sitting in their rooms from above.

They all facing me.

I am their entertainment of the night.