Damien demeans me. Makes me strip. I show him my pussy. He bends me over on the floor and spanks me. Says I don't talk to him unless he says I can.

He doesn’t know that I would do this even if I didn’t have to. If my father didn’t owe any money, somehow I’d still be here. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Maybe that’s why the heat in my body won’t subside? How can I still be attracted to him? I want to scream to release the frustration inside my body. I ache to be able to release all of the tension that he's built up inside me.

He fucking sent pictures of my naked body to this TD. I don't know who that is but they saw my naked body and I want to vomit just thinking about that. Damien seeing me naked...turns me on. I don't like it, but I can admit it.

But some stranger?

The tears start to fall and they don't stop. I can't believe I can, for a second, feel safe around Damien. I shouldn't think he isn't capable of horrible things. Doesn't this prove that he's willing to do anything he deems necessary to debase me?

So why does his hands squeezing my ass make me burn for him? Why do I start caring more now about whether or not he enjoys squeezing my ass than if I'm going to get raped by his friend, that TD person? Why is he doing this?

Why did my parents let this happen?

Damien's hand reaches out and wipes away one of my tears. I shudder. The gentle touch happens as he releases my ass, and somehow a kind touch is worse than a rough one. I don't know what to expect. My mind and body haven't caught up with each other and I don't know what to think.

He pulls my hand from above me. My palm is sweating and I feel the wetness of my tears on his hand. I stand up as he pulls me.

"This is going to be your room," Damien says as he takes me down a hallway and shows me a doorless room with a large, fluffy bed inside. The room is bare. Clearly a space for a guest. It scares me, seeing this room.

Where is the door?

I want to ask, but I know that I'm not supposed to. Not allowed to. He releases my hand and I sit on the bed.

Then he just leaves.

Oh God, this has to be some kind of test.

I'm naked and I feel weird sitting, naked.

What if TD is on his way here?

What if Damien is pimping me out? Maybe that's why he didn't fuck me.

I feel sick to my stomach and I see there's a bathroom in here.

Damien already out of sight, I rush to the bathroom. Waves of nausea roll over me, but I don't have the strong feeling that I can vomit. I can no more expel this hurt in my stomach than I can escape this situation. At least, for now.

I turn the faucet on and look at my face. I'm flushed pink and red, my eyes are puffy and dark. I look like the hell that I feel inside. But I see a fire behind the pain in my eyes. I know this now. I splash the water onto my face and turn off the faucet. Take a deep breath.

I will get out of here. I don't know how, but I'm going to find a way out. 

I hear a door close and I jump. Okay, so I'm not so tough right now. But I will be. I'm working up to it.

Should I risk leaving this room? Calling out to see if Damien left?

I don't know what the consequences of disobeying or disappointing Damien are, but I won't let myself imagine them. Tentatively, I step outside of the room and head back to the foyer. I don't encounter Damien or anyone else on the way there.

I turn back after a cursory glance at the kitchen and no one is there. Every door is locked. But I seem to be alone. For how long, I don't know. I rub my stomach. It isn't as sick, but I'm not hungry. I have no idea what's in Damien's kitchen. I want to go in there and find a knife. But something tells me that I couldn't use it, even if I needed to, but taking it might make me look like I would...and I don't want to die stabbed to death.

Of course, despite everything, my brain tells me that Damien would never stab me.

"As if I could fucking know that!" I shout in defiance. I'm already breaking because I shudder now for fear that I'll be heard. No one is here, and I'm shaking. I'm cold now. I hate that I'm naked. I immediately pick up my clothes and put them on. The cold wetness from my earlier arousal, despite everything, makes me groan in frustration.

I'm wet now. I'm afraid, but I'm wet. Why couldn't I just hate Damien? Be afraid. I don't want to find him appealing. That terrifies me more than any possibility. I have been kidnapped. My parents can't just make me the property of someone else. I need to get away. I finish getting dressed and try the obvious solution.

I go to try the front door, but the instant my hand is on the door knob, the driver's voice bellows out, "No." That single word is all the warning he offers. It's because it's all he has to say. I’m not about to try and bust through that door. I saw the muscles on him. He was nice to me, but still…he’s a tough stranger in charge of keeping me in here. Posted at the door. That’s kind of insane.

Well, fuck. I'm not alone. But as long as I'm on this side of the door and he's on that one, I'm okay with that. I go back to my room and sit on the bed, letting my mind run wild with possibilities of how to escape.