Everything was dark. I couldn't see anything. What was going on? I tried to move but I was stuck. My hands were still tied. I whimpered. I don't like this.

I almost screamed when I felt hot breath against my neck. "I was wondering when you'd wake up..."

"Please, no." I whined, trying to pull away.

"Oh yes." He spoke. He ran his hands down my sides, kissing my neck. He moved over, pressing his lips to mine. "I think I want to try out this little mouth of yours today."

I whimpered and shook my head.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't see what he was doing and I was scared.

"Open your mouth." He ordered, gripping my chin.

I bit my lip, shaking my head. I don't want that.

"If you don't open your mouth right now, I'll make you open it." He growled. "And I can assure you that you won't like that."

I reluctantly opened my mouth, fearing him hurting me again. My eyes teared up. I don't want this to happen.

"Good." He spoke. "Stay like that."

What was he doing now? Why did he want me to stay like this? I heard him unzip his pants and pull them down. I began to full on cry. Why me? What did I do wrong? Why is he doing this to me?

I felt a weight on my chest, and I began to panic.

"C'mon, baby." He started. "If you suck my cock like a good boy, you can have a shower."

I whimpered, nodding slightly. I needed to shower. I felt filthy.

I opened my mouth a little wider. I had to do it. I gasped as I felt him fill my mouth. My tears soaked through the blindfold, making it feel heavy on my face. I leaned up a little, sucking lightly. I hate this so much. I don't want to do this.

"Good boy." He groaned, gripping my hair.

I bobbed my head as best as I could at this angle. I needed to shower. I need to do this.

I felt so dirty. This feels so wrong.

I gagged as he thrusted into my mouth roughly. He held me there, pushing his cock down my throat. I swallowed around him, breathing through my nose. He slowly rocked into my mouth, keeping his cock deep in my throat. My nose was buried in the rough patch of hair at the base. This was awful.

He held my head in place as he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. I choked and gagged, trying to pull away from him.

"Good boy." He said. "You better swallow."

I attempted to nod, but it was hard. I didn't want to, but I had to.

I gagged as he filled my mouth. He pulled out, holding my mouth shut. I gagged and almost threw up in my mouth as I forced myself to swallow it.

"Open."

I did as I was told, shaking slightly. He ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

"Good."

He released me, and I heard him pull up his pants. "Please let me shower. Please."

"I may be cruel, but I'm not a liar." He said. "I said you could shower, and you will."

He began to undo the rope around my wrists, before taking the chain off of my neck. Then, he pulled the blindfold off. I blinked, trying to make my eyes readjust to the light. It wasn't super bright in the room but it still hurt my eyes.

He pulled me to my feet and out of the room. I followed him to the bedroom that I'd found. He took my inside and led me to a door that was across the room. He pushed it open and led me inside. He turned the shower on, pointing to it. "Go ahead."

I nodded and stepped into the shower. I went to close the curtain but he stopped me.

"Keep it open."

I bit my lip, nodding. He wanted to watch me. God, I hate this.

The spray of hot water felt so good on my skin. It was so nice and relaxing. I wanted to close my eyes and just sleep, but I can't let myself relax. I immediately began to viciously scrub at my skin, trying to get the dried blood and cum off of my skin. I don't want it there. It's gross. Some of it's not even my blood. It's that girl's. I shuddered.

I glanced over at him. He was leaning against the sink, pulling his shirt off. Oh no. Is he gonna get in? I really hope not. I want to get clean, not more dirty. I don't want him in here.

I turned around and closed my eyes, letting the water fall over my face. I cried silently. I can't do this.

I jumped when I felt his hands on my sides, rubbing up and down. "Relax, baby. I won't hurt you."

I stayed completely still. I don't trust him.

He kissed the side of my neck, taking the cloth out of my shaking hands. He ran it down my back and sides, still keeping his lips on my skin.

He ran his fingers across the stitches, causing me to let out a soft whimper.

"I'm not happy about this." He said. "I have to admit, you surprised me."

"I-I'm sorry." I whispered.

"I couldn't think of a good enough punishment for what you did, but I realized that you knowing that you failed at killing yourself, knowing that you're still alive, is far worse of a punishment than I could ever give you."

I didn't say anything. He was right. I fucked up and now I have to live with it. I always fuck up. It's all I can ever do.

He turned me around and kissed the corner of my lips. He ran his hands through my hair. I looked at the floor, the water red from all of the blood.

He reached around me and turned the water off. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my shoulders.

"Why are you shaking so bad?" He asked.

"I-I don't know." I mumbled.

"Are you cold?"

"A little." I whispered.

"Are you scared?"

I nodded.

"There's no need to be scared." He whispered. "Just behave and you won't get hurt."

I nodded.

He helped me dry myself off before leading me into the bedroom. He grabbed a hoodie off the bed and handed it to me.

I pulled it on and zipped it up, staring at him.

"As long as you listen, you can stay out." He said. "If you misbehave, I'll lock you up again. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Good boy."

He took my hand and led me out of the bedroom.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Y-yeah."

He nodded, walking into the kitchen. I followed him, not knowing what he wanted me to do. I waited a few moments, staying completely silent. I wanted him happy with me.

He turned around, handing me a bowl of cereal. I followed him over to the couch. I watched him sit down, but I just stood there. He patted his leg. I reluctantly sat down, picking at the cereal.

He ran his hand over my thigh as he turned the tv on. I heard the woman on the news channel talking about the weather for the day. I watched. She was pretty. She looked like the girls he killed. Is that why he was watching her?

All of a sudden, it switched to another girl who was speaking. I gasped when my picture popped up on the screen. The headline read, 'Missing musician believed to be victim of serial killer.'

The girl was speaking. "Popular Californian musician, Jorel Decker, of the band Hollywood Undead, went missing 11 days ago. Police believe he was taken by a serial killer, who's name remains unknown to this day, that escaped police custody just weeks ago. He is also believed to be behind the disappearances of 4 college girls." I looked back at him. A picture of him showed up on the screen beside mine. "If you see either of these 2 men, please alert authorities."

I just looked back at him. "Are you gonna kill me too?"

"Probably not." He spoke, reaching up to mess with my hair. "You're too pretty."

"H-How come you only kill girls?"

"Because they remind me of my mother." He told me, his voice low.

"O-oh." I said. I wanted to ask more but I didn't want him to get mad.

He took the bowl from me and placed it on the table. He spun me around so that I was completely on his lap. He played with the edge of the sweatshirt.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I-I just figured that since I have to stay here, that I should g-get to know you?" I muttered. I hope he doesn't get mad at me.

He nodded. "You want to get to know me, huh, princess?"

I nodded.

He called me princess. I like that sorta. Well, I like when Dylan would call me that.

"What would you like to know?"

"U-um, what's your name?" I asked after a moment.

"Why?"

"I-I just want to know."

"Lucian." He said, rubbing my thighs.

Lucian. That's a nice name. I think. I don't know.

"Anything else?"

I shook my head. I don't want him to get mad at me. He's scary when he's mad at me.

He pulled me down, pressing his lips to mine. I whimpered a little but didn't fight back. I don't want him to hurt me again.

"It's getting late." He muttered. "You can sleep in my bed tonight."

I can almost guarantee that we'll be doing a lot more than sleeping. I didn't want to sleep with him, but I didn't have much of a choice. I had to do what he wanted or he'd hurt me.

He stood up, holding me by my thighs. He carried me to his bedroom, lying me down on the bed. I watched as he walked across the room and grabbed something out of a drawer. I couldn't see what it was though.

He came back over to me, keeping one hand behind his back as he spread my legs apart and rubbed my inner thigh.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Will you do what I say?"

I nodded again.

"Good."

He unzipped the sweatshirt I was wearing and pushed it aside, completely exposing my body. I felt him just staring at me. I don't like this at all.

He crawled on top of me, placing whatever he was holding down, out of my line of sight. He kissed my softly, reaching down to play with my nipple. I let out  a small moan. I may not want to do it, but I can't deny the fact that it feels good.

"We should pierce these." He spoke, biting my earlobe.

"W-What?" He wants to pierce my nipples?

"I think I'll do that tomorrow."

I didn't say anything. I don't want them pierced, but I have to do what he wants.

I watched him pull a piece of black cloth out of his pocket. "Close your eyes."

I did as I was told. He placed the cloth over my eyes, lifting my head up to die it in the back.

"There." He said. "Now you can open them."

I opened my eyes, seeing nothing but black again. He kissed my neck, scraping my teeth against my skin. I whimpered softly.

"You're so sensitive, princess." He spoke.

I nodded. He sucked on my skin, most likely leaving a hickey behind.

He trailed kisses down my neck and chest, stopping for a second once he reached my stomach. He rubbed his cheek against my stomach.

"You're being such a good boy." He spoke.

I could feel myself getting hard at his touches. I don't want to. This is scary. But I have to let him do this.

He moved down, biting my inner thighs. He spread my legs a little more, digging his nails in. I gasped when I felt his tongue against my hole. What was he doing?

I moaned as he licked me, holding my legs in place. It's never felt like this before. I gasped and whined. I don't know if I like it. It's weird. I nearly screamed when he pushed his tongue inside of me. I can't even describe how it felt. I bit my lip, crying out.

"M-More." I begged. "Please."

He pulled away. "You want more?"

I nodded. "Yes!"

He pushed two fingers inside of me, prying my hole open. He pushed his tongue back in, fucking me with it.

He pulled away again, coming back up to kiss me. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself. I groaned as he pulled away.

I felt his breathe against my ear seconds later. "Tell me what you want, slut."

I whimpered. I know what he wants me to say. "F-fuck me."

"Yeah? That's what you want?" He asked, slapping me across the face. "You want my cock in your tight little ass?"

I nodded.

"How do you want it, bitch?"

"Hard." I whispered.

He laughed a little. "You love being my little whore, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Get on your hands and knees."

I moved into the position he wanted me in.

I heard him unzip his pants and pull them down. I felt his tip against me before he pushed in. I jumped at the feeling, but didn't move.

He immediately began at a rough pace, not giving me a change to adjust. I don't like this. I don't want to do this. I have to though. I don't want him to hurt me again.

He gripped my hips tightly, digging his nails in. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut. He reached around and held his hand over my mouth tightly. "Shut the fuck up. I want you quiet."

I nodded, allowing a few small tears to fall. I want to go home.

He began to move faster and harder, tangling his fingers in my hair and using it to pull me back. He was laying on his back with me on is lap. He was thrusting up into me, keeping a tight grip on my thighs

"C'mon, bounce." He ordered. "Ride me, slut."

I whimpered, slowly moving myself up and down. It hurt. I don't want to do this anymore. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet as he thrust his hips up.

Next thing I know, I was pulled back by my hair. I felt his breath against my skin. "I don't want to hear a single fucking noise come out of your mouth. Not a whimper, not a moan, nothing. I don't have to let you sleep in a warm bed. I could just as easily lock you back up. Understand, bitch?"

I nodded quickly. I don't want to go back there.

He shoves me down, pulling out. "Get over here."

I silently and quickly moved in front of him.

"Open your mouth, stick your tongue out."

I hesitated but did as he said. He began to jerk himself off, gripping my hair and holding my head in place with his other hand.

A few seconds later, I gasped as he released all over my face. It felt so gross. I felt disgusting.

"Lay the fuck down." He ordered.

I shuddered, laying myself down on my side. Was he going to let me wipe my face off? I didn't want it to dry. That made it feel worse. Especially because it was in my hair.

He picked a pair of handcuffs up off the nightstand and roughly grabbed my wrist. He fastened one cuff around my wrist, and the other end to the headboard of the bed.

"I can't have you run off in the middle of the night."

I didn't say anything. I watched him completely take his clothes off before getting on the bed. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I bit my lip, tensing as I felt his dick against my ass. I hope he doesn't hurt me more.

He kissed the side of my head. "You've been a good boy."

I nodded. "C-can I clean my face?"

I felt him shake his head against my neck. "I want it to stay there. You need to learn your place."

I frowned.

"Why don't you tell me who you belong to."

"Y-You." I muttered.

"Mhm. And who am I?"

"You're y-you?"

He grabbed my hair. "I'm your owner. I'm your master. Now, who am I?"

"M-my master."

He nodded. "Good boy. Go to sleep."

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oof sorry i haven't update. i've been hella stressed and depressed

~xxRy