Inexperienced novel Chapter 8

Not wanting to be trapped in his hold just yet I quickly scramble to what I suppose is the bathroom I close the door slamming and locking it. Another power of mine might as well be hiding in bathrooms, it seems that it's a skill I seem to be pretty good at.

"Pet you're beginning to test my patience!" A familiar voice growls on the other side of the door. I look around but there's no where to go. If only we could add escape artist to my list of powers. I could try to fit into the cabinet under the sink, pretty sure I'm to big to fit in there but frick it! You never know unless you try. Just as I was about to fling open one of the cabinet doors the bathroom door swings open and I'm dragged out by my feet.

"No! Freedom was so close," I sniffle. What freedom was that you ask? Probably a mental breakdown of me being smooshed in a cabinet begging for some type of way to get out of it. It's freedom nothing less.

"Looks like you're getting your punishment early," He snickers in my ear.

"Let g-go of me," I try to get out of his grasp but it's no use. Freaking out I try to rack my brain for a new solution. That's when I had my aha moment. I stop moving. His head whips at me and as scared as his piercing gray eyes are right now as they glare into mine, I don't care. I look back as if telling him that I'm not going anywhere. He tries to literally drag me but I don't let him. I dig my heels into the carpet foiling his plan. Once again we're locked in an intense staring contest. That all changes when he smirks.

"Fine have it your way pet," he murmurs. Right then and there I wanted to claim victory and do my own version of a victory screech but then he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder! The audacity!

"Let me go," I try to kick him but he easily holds my legs down and punching his back does nothing either, but I punch him anyways. Why won't it work?! Why is everyone around here attractive and fit?! Why didn't I get the memo? We enter a room and he throws me onto the bed. I go to roll off and run but in a flash he's already hovering over me.

"Ah ah ah where do you think you're going?!" He then takes my wrist and chains it to the bedpost of the bed. I go to knee him where the sun doesn't shine but he seems to know my every move. He holds my legs down with one hand while chaining me up to the bed with the other. He looks down at me devilishly as if proud of his handy work. Huffing I turn away from him. That earns a chuckle out of him. Without my permission he takes my chin and turns my head so I'm facing him. "Looks like I need to start lesson one: You don't obey, there's always a punishment" he smiles at me and pulls a device along with a remote out of his pocket. He presses a button and the object vibrates. That's when I lose it and begin to cry. He's going to make me swallow that somehow and then press the button so that it tears up my insides.

"Please don't m-m-make m-me swallow t-t-hat..." I say between sobs. Through my tears I could see him look at me, amusement in his eyes. How can something this sick find amusement in such torture? Guess I just answered my own question.