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God, I don’t want to die here. A prisoner. Alone.
It’s so much colder in here than it was in the bathroom.
“Wait here,” I say. Turning from Leonid, I head towards the closet.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“To the closet. To get dressed… just like you said I should.”
Leonid shakes his head. “I’ll be the one dressing you today,” he says. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
Reluctantly, I do as I’m told. There’s no point in fighting at this point. If he comes for my pussy again, then maybe I’ll draw my claws. Until then, though…
“Now what?” I ask, settling down at the end of the mattress.
Before answering, Leonid wanders over to the closet. For a moment, he disappears behind the louvred doors. Immediately, I find myself looking towards my bedroom door.
Fuck.
It’s shut. There’s no doubt it’s locked. But even if it wasn’t, would I have the guts to use it?
It’s not like I know how to get out of here, wherever here is. But even if I managed to, where would I go? Who would I call?
The only person that comes to mind is Castor, but he’s in no position to be answering any of my calls, let alone to help me escape this devil’s playground…
When Leonid returns from the closet, he’s holding a relatively tame dress. He throws it on the floor, revealing the lingerie draped on his arm beneath it.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of it. It’s no ordinary lingerie—the pieces might as well be a wearable version of this cage, shrunk down to pantie-size.
Really, the bra is no more than the outline of a bra, with nothing but air in the space where the padding would usually be. No scratch that, there does seem to be a thin strand to cover the nipples. How modest… well, maybe not. Because three chains are secured to each tit strap, and they lead up to a choke collar.
A heavy gulp worms its way down my throat.
At least the panties don’t have any chains on them…
“I’m going to ask you some questions, Sophia,” Leonid says. “If I don’t like the first answer, you put on these panties. If I don’t like the second, you put on this bra and its collar.”
“… And what if you do like my answers?” I gulp.
“Then you get to go commando when you wear this dress.”
My heart starts to flutter as I look down on the floor at the ordinary dress. Fuck. Why couldn’t my life be ordinary?
“And what if you don’t like my first two answers… and then you don’t like my third?”
I can’t help but ask that question. And my toes curl against the carpeted floor, a tinge of excitement tingling through my skin.
I should know myself better than to ever think I could deal with an ordinary life. There’s a strange and dirty anticipation sitting thick in the air. This is my world, even if I’ve never been here before.
… But it also feels like something has changed in Leonid. Like he’s not so filled with hate and rage anymore. Was it the way I came all over his face?
…. Or was it the way I foolishly thanked him after it was over?
“If I don’t like your third answer, then we get serious,” Leonid replies. “And fast. From the third question on, you will be on a strict time limit. If you don’t answer in a timely manner, I will steal your first kiss. If it happens again, I will take your virginity… by force, if I have to.”
Just like that, I’m back to wishing for an ordinary life.
What kind of cruel, twisted monster is this man?
