I woke up the next morning more confused than I had been since I arrived. I had no idea what on earth happened with Jake last night and as I looked around the room I realized that I was definitely not in the hospital room with the dingy white tiles and the dusty venetian blinds anymore.

I was pretty sure I was still in the same house, but as I looked around the room I gasped in astonishment. It was the most beautiful bedroom I had ever seen in my life. The bed I was lying in was not the single, squeaky hospital bed I had woken up in yesterday morning, but a huge king-sized sea of bedding and pillows that I kept melting into as I tried to sit up.

It dawned on me just then that this was where I was last night when Jake had come to me in that state of sweaty terror. My mind immediately wandered to his strong hands holding my thighs down as he watched me make myself come and I felt a rush of energy flood my body. I closed my eyes and let that fabulous feeling flow through me as I remembered the way Jake’s eyes slowly scanned my whole body as he hovered over me.

Oh God, you have to stop letting him get to you like this! He’s a maniac, Abby. And he’s holding you captive. Try and remember that, please!

I sat up in bed, taking in the details of the room as I ran my hands across the downy, velvet covered pillows and blankets that surrounded me. The enormous bed I sat on was surrounded by a short, black, fur covered, padded wall that stuck up a little bit over the edge of the mattress and served to hold in all of the many pillows and blankets that were piled high on the bed. It was like a giant pillow fort that I could just bury myself in and snuggle up into. I had never felt so comfortable and cozy in my life, and not to mention in a place where I was being held against my will.

The room was dimly lit in the corners by a few softly glowing antique lamps that created a beautiful yet slightly ominous atmosphere. The whole room seemed like something out of a dark fairytale…or one of my romance novels, really. I had always loved enormous, gothic mansions with dark hallways and ornate furniture as settings for my heroines to explore, and this room was beyond anything I had ever imagined. The ceiling alone seemed like it was 20 feet above me and the four posts of the antique bed frame reached up almost as high, with soft flowing chiffon curtains cascading down at each corner.

Is he trying to put me into one of my romance novels? I thought, still unsettled by the fact that he knew something about me that I had explicitly never told him. The room was gorgeous, but it was a little too over the top for my tastes, and it was nothing like his house in the city. It seemed completely implausible, but my only guess was that he had created this lavishly decorated prison for me.

But why? Did he think this would make me want to stay here?

I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and hopped down off the towering mattress. I moaned as my feet sank into the softest, deepest burgundy pile carpet on the planet. The soft cushion under my feet was a welcome change to the cold, dingy tile floor in the previous room, and I had to keep reminding myself that this was a prison and that I was being held captive. I slowly walked around the room, touching the silky upholstery that covered the overstuffed chairs and running my fingers over the very well polished mahogany dressers and end tables, that clearly had not been left neglected.

There was a door across the room from the bed, and I assumed it led out into a hallway. And even though my first instinct was to avoid all contact with anyone until absolutely necessary, I turned the knob only to find that the door was locked.

Of course, it’s locked. He’s not going to let you get out of here that easy.

Another door to the right of the bed was ajar and when I walked in and turned on the light I was caught off guard by bright, shimmering light bouncing off crystal and gold fixtures. I found a switch to dim the lights and turned everything down to a soft glow. I had never been in a bathroom like this before in my life. Everywhere I looked there were gold fixtures or gold flecks in the marble covered floor and counter, as well as light fixtures dripping in crystal and gold. I was glad to see an enormous bathtub in the corner of the room and planned on taking advantage of that soon, but as I turned to face the doorway I noticed something I hadn’t when I got out of bed.

Instead of looking at a wall across the bedroom I was looking at a reflection of myself surrounded by a glow of golden sparkles and a door frame. I stepped back through the doorway and into the bedroom and took in the mirrored wall that had caused the room to originally appear double its size. As I watched my body slowly walk up to itself I was amazed at how small I looked surrounded by the large pieces of ornate furniture in the enormous room I stood in. I felt like a little girl in my baby doll nightgown playing house in my parents room. As I reached out and touched the cold, smooth glass I tried to imagine what this mirror’s intended purpose was. My first guess was to disguise a surveillance camera, but I knew that he had to have those hidden all over the house and couldn’t have needed a whole wall to conceal one. Then I thought perhaps he just really enjoyed watching himself fuck his captive sex slave and figured a mirrored ceiling was too gauche.

I continued to look around the room and noticed a piece of furniture under one of the side tables that was so small and seemingly insignificant that it was almost hidden. It was a short wooden stool with a dowel sticking up out of the very center that looked very uncomfortable to sit on, to say the least. I didn’t even want to think about what he was planning on doing with that and tried to wipe it out of my mind as I walked back to the bed. I was starting to realize that everything around me was there for a reason and that I would find out what purposed it served soon enough.

Adjacent to the mirror wall, a set of thick, red velvet drapes ran the entire length of the wall behind the bed. I walked over to them and rifled around in the soft fabric until I finally found a cord with a large tassel on the end. What I saw as they parted took my breath away. Jake had not been lying when he said this house was 20 miles in each direction from any town or neighbor. For as far as I could see in the direction I was facing, there were hills that sloped downward away from the house that were filled with groves of evergreen trees and bare stick-like deciduous trees, and all of it was covered in a white blanket of snow. And if I’d been in the basement before, I was pretty sure that this room was at least four or five stories off the ground.

Well, I guess I got the solitude I was looking for.

I stared at the scene in front of me for a long time wishing that things were different. That I wasn’t being held against my will in this beautiful place, or that Jake hadn’t taken such a big plunge off the deep end. Or maybe I really wanted to be here, maybe I just couldn’t accept that I wanted to be with someone, so I had to be kidnapped in order to take any responsibility away from myself. Maybe this really was exactly what I wanted after all. I could create all of the majestic and grandiose romantic scenes in the world and put them into a book for other people to read, but when it came down to it I had to have someone hold me captive and force me to have sex with them in order to actually allow anything even remotely like it into my life.

I’m just as fucked up as he is, I thought as I continued to stare at the far away snowy wonderland outside.

Just then, the door swung open and Jake walked in. I threw my arms up over my scantily covered breasts and Jake smiled his cold doctor smile as he shut the door behind him. His eyes slowly burned their way down my body then back up past the breasts my hands were doing a poor job of concealing before returning to look me in the face with his searing black eyes.

“Please, Abby. There’s no need for false modesty.”

He walked over to me and stood so that his head was towering over mine, his dark eyes laughing down at me.

“Get down on your knees.”

“Wha…what?” I knew it sounded ridiculous but, up until that moment, even though I had seen that smile on his face when he walked in the door, I had actually imagined that my Jake would come walking into the room. I don’t know why, maybe it was the romantic atmosphere or the distraction of the snow-covered ground outside, or just my sad, wishful thinking that everything could just go back to the way it was. But regardless, I was still slightly crushed to hear those forceful words come out of his mouth, then felt like kicking myself for being so silly.

“I said get on your knees, Abby. Are you going to do as I say or do I have to use force? I have no problem with either method.”

I lowered myself to my knees, not once losing eye contact with him, and waited there for him to tell me what to do, but also watching his eyes for any glimmer of the other Jake.

“Put my cock in your mouth,” he said in an even tone as he unzipped his pants and allowed it to pop out between us. I waited a few seconds before I gently wrapped my lips around the head that was jutting out in the air less than an inch from my my mouth and when I did his eyes grew wide and his slightly open mouth curled up on both sides. My tongue swirled around the ridge of his head and I moved my head back and forth, inching the shaft further and further into my mouth as my saliva created a slick surface that allowed him to slide in and out faster and deeper. He put his hands on either side of my head, forcing himself into my mouth even further, until I started to gag, then pulling out just enough for me to recover. He continued like this for a long time, fucking my head and thrusting it back and forth around his cock like a human sex doll.

With each thrust, his cock seemed to become thicker inside my mouth and I struggled to breathe. I moaned and whimpered as I tried to clamp my thighs together in order to alleviate the tension that was building in between my legs. I was mortified by my reaction and didn’t want him to know that being used like this was turning me on. The rhythm of him slamming himself into my face was starting to become hypnotic and I felt my body start to buckle underneath me. I managed to stay upright, but with my eyes closed the room felt like it was slowly turning. I was suddenly yanked out of my trance when Jake pulled himself all the way out of me and held my head still in his hands, his cock head brushing across my wet cheek and slapping into me with every jagged breath he took. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so that I was facing the ceiling, then looked at me like he had just seen me for the first time today.

“You’re a filthy little slut. You haven’t even taken a bath today, have you?”

“Well, I just woke up…”

I felt the sharp sting of a hand across my face and when I opened my eyes I was almost completely turned around toward the bed.

“Look at me.”

My entire body shook as I turned around to face him, but I couldn’t bring myself to look into his eyes.

“From now on you will take a bath by eight o’clock in the morning and breakfast will be brought up after I’m done with you. Do you understand?” he asked as he gripped my chin and pulled it up toward him.

“Yes.”

“And today, since you haven’t bathed yet, and I have no interest in sticking my dick in a filthy hole, you’re going to have to be punished.”

“But, Jake I…”

The next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees and tears were streaming down my cheeks. He had slapped me across the face again and I’d fallen over from the impact. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back as he spoke into my ear through gritted teeth.

“I want you to stand up, take off that disgusting nightgown, bend over and spread yourself apart for me.”

I was horrified by the way he was treating me, but I was even more horrified by my body’s reaction to him. I wanted to be used. I wanted to be treated like an object for his pleasure. I wanted to feel that incredible feeling of complete loss of control that I felt when he told me what to do. But the thing that kept sticking in my head was the way he was talking to me. It wasn’t the same whisper that he had used before; the one that made me want to curl up like a kitten at his feet. It was more like an order that could not be disobeyed and that gave me absolutely no choice other than to do exactly what it said. Both made me wet beyond reason, but I couldn’t help but notice how different each voice made me feel.

I stood up and took off the nightgown, then set it on the bed.

“Don’t bother with that anymore. You have a closet full of clothing over there that you can pick from after you take a bath. Bend over.”

I did as he ordered, reaching my hands around behind myself and grabbing my ass cheeks to pull them apart.

“Move your hands lower.”

As I did what he told me to do, moving my hands so that they were almost touching the tops of my thighs, he kicked my feet apart and I felt myself completely open up. I was almost doubled over and everything between my legs felt like it was being forced out towards him. I felt the first smack of the wooden paddle on my right cheek and screamed out in surprise and pain, then the next in the exact same spot. The first blow stung, the second was excruciating and I could almost hear the smile on his lips. The next whack with the paddle landed in between both of my ass cheeks, which was now where my pussy was completely opened up to him. The blow hit my incredibly sensitive lips and clit and as it did I let go of my ass cheeks and fell forward onto my hands and knees again, crying out in agony.

“Get up.”

“Please, Jake,” I said in between sobs.

“Get up and bend over the edge of the bed.”

I grabbed the side of the bed and pulled myself up, trying to stop crying and then wondering if it mattered at all.

I felt him right behind me, panting and grunting, and making some sort of quick movement. Then there was a longer moan and after that and I felt a stream of hot liquid fall across my back. I heard him zip his pants up, the subtle sounds of him moving across the soft carpet, and a door open and close.

I let my body crumple to the ground and just lay there, sobbing, for what seemed like an hour. I couldn’t believe that I had been reduced to getting affection through the paddlings and gruntings of this lunatic, although what had just happened today felt a lot more like punishment than affection.

I slowly got up and walked towards the bathroom, but stopped when I passed by a large antique wardrobe that sat next to the bathroom door. I opened the doors and noticed that it was filled with long, skimpy gowns and negligees of every color. There were some that were covered in sequins and some that were trimmed in ostrich feathers and others that were just sheer and silky but they all looked way too sexy for me. I wasn’t sure which one to choose and I really just wished I’d had a flannel nightgown to keep me cozy. It almost seemed like these clothes were for someone else, or Jake was trying to turn me into someone else. They really weren’t me at all.

I started the bath and while I let the tub fill up I looked at myself in the mirror. I wanted to wrap my arms around the sad girl that I saw there and tell her I was sorry for all the horrible things I had said about her. I wanted to take everything back. All the jokes and comments about how I wasn’t as pretty or skinny or as good as other girls. I wanted to make it up to myself somehow and comfort myself but I didn’t know how. I knew I wasn’t filthy like Jake had said, and I knew I wasn’t ugly like I had always told myself, but I didn’t know how to convince myself of either one.

When the bathtub was full, I carefully lowered myself into the hot, steaming water and although I knew the temperature was fine, it felt like it was scorching the sensitive, abused parts of my body. When my whole body acclimated I sank down into the tub, letting my head go under and trying to allow the warm water to fill in the space where I existed and wash me away. I tried to forget about what had just happened but my mind kept wandering to Jake and what made him think he could keep me here like this. And the even worse thought that I might just want to stay.

What’s wrong with me? I asked over and over as I tried to lose myself in the warm water.