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@zakharingusenitsa
“The man they burned was not a witch. He was the fire.”
Zakhariy Gusenitsa, 1653. Accused of witchcraft by those who envied me.
Bound, carved, branded with holy symbols.
Burned alive beneath the open sky.
They thought death would silence me.
But death only listened.
Every cut, every burn, every scream carved into myself has become a weapon.
Those who condemned me became my first slaves.
The Nightcrawlers.
Pray the mark never finds you.
An hour after midnight
[ OC, he/him]
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
His arm moves up, wrapping around her arms instead and gently pulling her closer, but his gaze stays on the kids as they reach up, grabbing their funnel cakes and icecream. They step forward again, and the family in front of them orders.
"What would you like, Cecelia?"
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
"Oh!" She gasps quietly as his lips brush against hers. A familiar warmth runs through her body, pooling in her stomach as she watches him lead the way to the garage. To herself, she smiles a little. Sometimes, she liked his little moments. It may be wrong to think that, she figures, seeing as he was her kidnapper. But something about his sweetness made her body feel fuzzy.
Following him out, Cecelia doesn't hesitate to climb into her seat and buckle in. It was a song and dance she had done before. She crosses her legs modestly once she is settled, looking around the dark car.
He feels the small smile forming as he pulls away from the kiss. He lets it go, deciding to let that bit of confidence settle in for later. The car doors close on their own, and Zaks engine starts with a quiet roar, and he pulls out, pressing a button to let his garage close behind him before pulling out onto the highway off the gravel road.
Excitement was building in Cecelia as the trees flew by. She fiddles with the bracelet on her right wrist, watching the sky, the birds, and the ever-shifting clouds. But her mind kept coming back to the little silver lock on her wrist. Looking over to Zak, she stares at him, trying to build the courage to ask him something, but is worried about speaking out of turn.
He keeps his left hand on the steering wheel, his right elbow on the centre console. When his phone connected, it automatically sends a GPS to his phone. It was getting colder outside. The system on his car told him it was down in the 50s.
She caves. "Zak?" Her soft, lifted voice calls out for attention. Her light waves fell over one shoulder. "If I have to wear your bracelet, why not put a tracker there instead of the shoes?"
He smirks a little, turning on his blinker. "Theres a tracker in the bracelet too." He turns once the light is green, cars started lining up to find parking at the fair. "Put it in something you cant take off."
"Oh," she replies simply, turning back to the window. She sinks down slightly in the leather seat as she watches the cars lining up, the crowd growing heavier. Anxiety was beginning to simmer under her skin. When was the last time she was out around people like this?
He pulls into the dirt parking lot, backing into a spot so that if they had to leave quickly, he could just pull out. He looks over at her as he sets the car in park, then pressed a button on his steering wheel that opens both doors for them, stepping out, and going around to help her out.
She flinched back when the door opens, as if it had hit her. Breathe, she tells herself. This is a normal evening. Everything was fine. Cecelia unbuckles, then carefully climbs out with Zak's help.
The air smelled like wet earth and hay. It was just before sunset, letting the farm lamps turn on and buzz with a warm glow. The patch was filled with all sorts of people. Families with little kids going down tube slides. Teenagers posing for instragram shots. A newly wed couple, picking out their first Halloween pumpkins together. Without much thought, Cecelia leans into Zak, wanting to wrap her arms around one of his like a preserver.
He wraps an arm around her waist, hooking his keys to his belt loop as they both walk, following a small crowd to the entrance. He had already paid for their tickets in advance, so all he had to do was show someone the purchase on his phone to get in.
His eyes land on a few different things. A ferris wheel. Some games like apple bobbing and horseshoe throwing. And even a haunted house connected to a corn field. His grip stays firm around her waist.
The hay under their feet crackles softly as they walk into the park. Cecelia didn't know where to start! There was so much to do. She looks up to Zak with those dark eyes, curiosity and questioning in them. She doesn't stay focused for long, however. She hears soft oinking down the path, and she seems to light up when she notices a pen of piglets.
He doesn't stare at hee, but he pays attention still, guiding her towards the piglets. In the back of the pen, a larger pig lies on her side sleeping. Assumingly the mom. He looks down into the pen when every piglet runs up to the fence.
Cecelia crouches, beaming brightly - just as brightly when he first bought her a cake. She reaches her fingers through the pen, watching with pure joy as the pigs lap and sniff her metal digits. It had been so long since she had seen baby animals!
He shoves both his hands in his pockets. Not bothering to let the animals. He loved them, but he also liked being clean. Instead, he looks down at her, watching her enjoy their company. In the other cages were cows, goats, sheep, and other farm animals.
She only enjoys the pigs for a moment before a dog runs past, spooking them away. Cecelia can't help but pout as she pushes herself back to her feet. Tucking some of her hair behind her ears, she looks back to Zak. The spark in her eyes fades a little once again.
He keeps staring down at her. The dog scaring the pigs bugs him a little, he liked seeing that twinkle in her eyes. They will be here the entire time. We can come back later. He tells himself. He holds out a hand, offering to help her up.
She takes his hand gratefully. Any help when it came to her leg was something she would take. Her fingers intertwined with his - something she didnt think about but just found feeling natural.
He helps her up easily. Eyes never leaving hers. "Are you hungry?" He didn't wanna admit it. But he'd been eyeing one stand since they first walked in. They sold treats like funnel cakes and caramel apples.
Cecelia considers the question, then nods. She could eat. She ate in very small bursts. It was habit.
Keeping her hand in his, she follows him to the food stand. Her stomach growled at the promise of funnel cake. She had never actually had it before. It was a luxury opportunity torn from her when she was first kidnapped.
He makes it to the line with her. In front of them is an elderly couple, three kids with money from their parents, and an entire family of 5. They were all excited to order, but Zak mainly had his eyes on the children. Laughing with eachother.
As the line moves forward, Zak pulls out his wallet. Taking out his card.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
"Oh!" She gasps quietly as his lips brush against hers. A familiar warmth runs through her body, pooling in her stomach as she watches him lead the way to the garage. To herself, she smiles a little. Sometimes, she liked his little moments. It may be wrong to think that, she figures, seeing as he was her kidnapper. But something about his sweetness made her body feel fuzzy.
Following him out, Cecelia doesn't hesitate to climb into her seat and buckle in. It was a song and dance she had done before. She crosses her legs modestly once she is settled, looking around the dark car.
He feels the small smile forming as he pulls away from the kiss. He lets it go, deciding to let that bit of confidence settle in for later. The car doors close on their own, and Zaks engine starts with a quiet roar, and he pulls out, pressing a button to let his garage close behind him before pulling out onto the highway off the gravel road.
Excitement was building in Cecelia as the trees flew by. She fiddles with the bracelet on her right wrist, watching the sky, the birds, and the ever-shifting clouds. But her mind kept coming back to the little silver lock on her wrist. Looking over to Zak, she stares at him, trying to build the courage to ask him something, but is worried about speaking out of turn.
He keeps his left hand on the steering wheel, his right elbow on the centre console. When his phone connected, it automatically sends a GPS to his phone. It was getting colder outside. The system on his car told him it was down in the 50s.
She caves. "Zak?" Her soft, lifted voice calls out for attention. Her light waves fell over one shoulder. "If I have to wear your bracelet, why not put a tracker there instead of the shoes?"
He smirks a little, turning on his blinker. "Theres a tracker in the bracelet too." He turns once the light is green, cars started lining up to find parking at the fair. "Put it in something you cant take off."
"Oh," she replies simply, turning back to the window. She sinks down slightly in the leather seat as she watches the cars lining up, the crowd growing heavier. Anxiety was beginning to simmer under her skin. When was the last time she was out around people like this?
He pulls into the dirt parking lot, backing into a spot so that if they had to leave quickly, he could just pull out. He looks over at her as he sets the car in park, then pressed a button on his steering wheel that opens both doors for them, stepping out, and going around to help her out.
She flinched back when the door opens, as if it had hit her. Breathe, she tells herself. This is a normal evening. Everything was fine. Cecelia unbuckles, then carefully climbs out with Zak's help.
The air smelled like wet earth and hay. It was just before sunset, letting the farm lamps turn on and buzz with a warm glow. The patch was filled with all sorts of people. Families with little kids going down tube slides. Teenagers posing for instragram shots. A newly wed couple, picking out their first Halloween pumpkins together. Without much thought, Cecelia leans into Zak, wanting to wrap her arms around one of his like a preserver.
He wraps an arm around her waist, hooking his keys to his belt loop as they both walk, following a small crowd to the entrance. He had already paid for their tickets in advance, so all he had to do was show someone the purchase on his phone to get in.
His eyes land on a few different things. A ferris wheel. Some games like apple bobbing and horseshoe throwing. And even a haunted house connected to a corn field. His grip stays firm around her waist.
The hay under their feet crackles softly as they walk into the park. Cecelia didn't know where to start! There was so much to do. She looks up to Zak with those dark eyes, curiosity and questioning in them. She doesn't stay focused for long, however. She hears soft oinking down the path, and she seems to light up when she notices a pen of piglets.
He doesn't stare at hee, but he pays attention still, guiding her towards the piglets. In the back of the pen, a larger pig lies on her side sleeping. Assumingly the mom. He looks down into the pen when every piglet runs up to the fence.
Cecelia crouches, beaming brightly - just as brightly when he first bought her a cake. She reaches her fingers through the pen, watching with pure joy as the pigs lap and sniff her metal digits. It had been so long since she had seen baby animals!
He shoves both his hands in his pockets. Not bothering to let the animals. He loved them, but he also liked being clean. Instead, he looks down at her, watching her enjoy their company. In the other cages were cows, goats, sheep, and other farm animals.
She only enjoys the pigs for a moment before a dog runs past, spooking them away. Cecelia can't help but pout as she pushes herself back to her feet. Tucking some of her hair behind her ears, she looks back to Zak. The spark in her eyes fades a little once again.
He keeps staring down at her. The dog scaring the pigs bugs him a little, he liked seeing that twinkle in her eyes. They will be here the entire time. We can come back later. He tells himself. He holds out a hand, offering to help her up.
She takes his hand gratefully. Any help when it came to her leg was something she would take. Her fingers intertwined with his - something she didnt think about but just found feeling natural.
He helps her up easily. Eyes never leaving hers. "Are you hungry?" He didn't wanna admit it. But he'd been eyeing one stand since they first walked in. They sold treats like funnel cakes and caramel apples.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
"Oh!" She gasps quietly as his lips brush against hers. A familiar warmth runs through her body, pooling in her stomach as she watches him lead the way to the garage. To herself, she smiles a little. Sometimes, she liked his little moments. It may be wrong to think that, she figures, seeing as he was her kidnapper. But something about his sweetness made her body feel fuzzy.
Following him out, Cecelia doesn't hesitate to climb into her seat and buckle in. It was a song and dance she had done before. She crosses her legs modestly once she is settled, looking around the dark car.
He feels the small smile forming as he pulls away from the kiss. He lets it go, deciding to let that bit of confidence settle in for later. The car doors close on their own, and Zaks engine starts with a quiet roar, and he pulls out, pressing a button to let his garage close behind him before pulling out onto the highway off the gravel road.
Excitement was building in Cecelia as the trees flew by. She fiddles with the bracelet on her right wrist, watching the sky, the birds, and the ever-shifting clouds. But her mind kept coming back to the little silver lock on her wrist. Looking over to Zak, she stares at him, trying to build the courage to ask him something, but is worried about speaking out of turn.
He keeps his left hand on the steering wheel, his right elbow on the centre console. When his phone connected, it automatically sends a GPS to his phone. It was getting colder outside. The system on his car told him it was down in the 50s.
She caves. "Zak?" Her soft, lifted voice calls out for attention. Her light waves fell over one shoulder. "If I have to wear your bracelet, why not put a tracker there instead of the shoes?"
He smirks a little, turning on his blinker. "Theres a tracker in the bracelet too." He turns once the light is green, cars started lining up to find parking at the fair. "Put it in something you cant take off."
"Oh," she replies simply, turning back to the window. She sinks down slightly in the leather seat as she watches the cars lining up, the crowd growing heavier. Anxiety was beginning to simmer under her skin. When was the last time she was out around people like this?
He pulls into the dirt parking lot, backing into a spot so that if they had to leave quickly, he could just pull out. He looks over at her as he sets the car in park, then pressed a button on his steering wheel that opens both doors for them, stepping out, and going around to help her out.
She flinched back when the door opens, as if it had hit her. Breathe, she tells herself. This is a normal evening. Everything was fine. Cecelia unbuckles, then carefully climbs out with Zak's help.
The air smelled like wet earth and hay. It was just before sunset, letting the farm lamps turn on and buzz with a warm glow. The patch was filled with all sorts of people. Families with little kids going down tube slides. Teenagers posing for instragram shots. A newly wed couple, picking out their first Halloween pumpkins together. Without much thought, Cecelia leans into Zak, wanting to wrap her arms around one of his like a preserver.
He wraps an arm around her waist, hooking his keys to his belt loop as they both walk, following a small crowd to the entrance. He had already paid for their tickets in advance, so all he had to do was show someone the purchase on his phone to get in.
His eyes land on a few different things. A ferris wheel. Some games like apple bobbing and horseshoe throwing. And even a haunted house connected to a corn field. His grip stays firm around her waist.
The hay under their feet crackles softly as they walk into the park. Cecelia didn't know where to start! There was so much to do. She looks up to Zak with those dark eyes, curiosity and questioning in them. She doesn't stay focused for long, however. She hears soft oinking down the path, and she seems to light up when she notices a pen of piglets.
He doesn't stare at hee, but he pays attention still, guiding her towards the piglets. In the back of the pen, a larger pig lies on her side sleeping. Assumingly the mom. He looks down into the pen when every piglet runs up to the fence.
Cecelia crouches, beaming brightly - just as brightly when he first bought her a cake. She reaches her fingers through the pen, watching with pure joy as the pigs lap and sniff her metal digits. It had been so long since she had seen baby animals!
He shoves both his hands in his pockets. Not bothering to let the animals. He loved them, but he also liked being clean. Instead, he looks down at her, watching her enjoy their company. In the other cages were cows, goats, sheep, and other farm animals.
She only enjoys the pigs for a moment before a dog runs past, spooking them away. Cecelia can't help but pout as she pushes herself back to her feet. Tucking some of her hair behind her ears, she looks back to Zak. The spark in her eyes fades a little once again.
He keeps staring down at her. The dog scaring the pigs bugs him a little, he liked seeing that twinkle in her eyes. They will be here the entire time. We can come back later. He tells himself. He holds out a hand, offering to help her up.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
"Oh!" She gasps quietly as his lips brush against hers. A familiar warmth runs through her body, pooling in her stomach as she watches him lead the way to the garage. To herself, she smiles a little. Sometimes, she liked his little moments. It may be wrong to think that, she figures, seeing as he was her kidnapper. But something about his sweetness made her body feel fuzzy.
Following him out, Cecelia doesn't hesitate to climb into her seat and buckle in. It was a song and dance she had done before. She crosses her legs modestly once she is settled, looking around the dark car.
He feels the small smile forming as he pulls away from the kiss. He lets it go, deciding to let that bit of confidence settle in for later. The car doors close on their own, and Zaks engine starts with a quiet roar, and he pulls out, pressing a button to let his garage close behind him before pulling out onto the highway off the gravel road.
Excitement was building in Cecelia as the trees flew by. She fiddles with the bracelet on her right wrist, watching the sky, the birds, and the ever-shifting clouds. But her mind kept coming back to the little silver lock on her wrist. Looking over to Zak, she stares at him, trying to build the courage to ask him something, but is worried about speaking out of turn.
He keeps his left hand on the steering wheel, his right elbow on the centre console. When his phone connected, it automatically sends a GPS to his phone. It was getting colder outside. The system on his car told him it was down in the 50s.
She caves. "Zak?" Her soft, lifted voice calls out for attention. Her light waves fell over one shoulder. "If I have to wear your bracelet, why not put a tracker there instead of the shoes?"
He smirks a little, turning on his blinker. "Theres a tracker in the bracelet too." He turns once the light is green, cars started lining up to find parking at the fair. "Put it in something you cant take off."
"Oh," she replies simply, turning back to the window. She sinks down slightly in the leather seat as she watches the cars lining up, the crowd growing heavier. Anxiety was beginning to simmer under her skin. When was the last time she was out around people like this?
He pulls into the dirt parking lot, backing into a spot so that if they had to leave quickly, he could just pull out. He looks over at her as he sets the car in park, then pressed a button on his steering wheel that opens both doors for them, stepping out, and going around to help her out.
She flinched back when the door opens, as if it had hit her. Breathe, she tells herself. This is a normal evening. Everything was fine. Cecelia unbuckles, then carefully climbs out with Zak's help.
The air smelled like wet earth and hay. It was just before sunset, letting the farm lamps turn on and buzz with a warm glow. The patch was filled with all sorts of people. Families with little kids going down tube slides. Teenagers posing for instragram shots. A newly wed couple, picking out their first Halloween pumpkins together. Without much thought, Cecelia leans into Zak, wanting to wrap her arms around one of his like a preserver.
He wraps an arm around her waist, hooking his keys to his belt loop as they both walk, following a small crowd to the entrance. He had already paid for their tickets in advance, so all he had to do was show someone the purchase on his phone to get in.
His eyes land on a few different things. A ferris wheel. Some games like apple bobbing and horseshoe throwing. And even a haunted house connected to a corn field. His grip stays firm around her waist.
The hay under their feet crackles softly as they walk into the park. Cecelia didn't know where to start! There was so much to do. She looks up to Zak with those dark eyes, curiosity and questioning in them. She doesn't stay focused for long, however. She hears soft oinking down the path, and she seems to light up when she notices a pen of piglets.
He doesn't stare at hee, but he pays attention still, guiding her towards the piglets. In the back of the pen, a larger pig lies on her side sleeping. Assumingly the mom. He looks down into the pen when every piglet runs up to the fence.
Cecelia crouches, beaming brightly - just as brightly when he first bought her a cake. She reaches her fingers through the pen, watching with pure joy as the pigs lap and sniff her metal digits. It had been so long since she had seen baby animals!
He shoves both his hands in his pockets. Not bothering to let the animals. He loved them, but he also liked being clean. Instead, he looks down at her, watching her enjoy their company. In the other cages were cows, goats, sheep, and other farm animals.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
"Oh!" She gasps quietly as his lips brush against hers. A familiar warmth runs through her body, pooling in her stomach as she watches him lead the way to the garage. To herself, she smiles a little. Sometimes, she liked his little moments. It may be wrong to think that, she figures, seeing as he was her kidnapper. But something about his sweetness made her body feel fuzzy.
Following him out, Cecelia doesn't hesitate to climb into her seat and buckle in. It was a song and dance she had done before. She crosses her legs modestly once she is settled, looking around the dark car.
He feels the small smile forming as he pulls away from the kiss. He lets it go, deciding to let that bit of confidence settle in for later. The car doors close on their own, and Zaks engine starts with a quiet roar, and he pulls out, pressing a button to let his garage close behind him before pulling out onto the highway off the gravel road.
Excitement was building in Cecelia as the trees flew by. She fiddles with the bracelet on her right wrist, watching the sky, the birds, and the ever-shifting clouds. But her mind kept coming back to the little silver lock on her wrist. Looking over to Zak, she stares at him, trying to build the courage to ask him something, but is worried about speaking out of turn.
He keeps his left hand on the steering wheel, his right elbow on the centre console. When his phone connected, it automatically sends a GPS to his phone. It was getting colder outside. The system on his car told him it was down in the 50s.
She caves. "Zak?" Her soft, lifted voice calls out for attention. Her light waves fell over one shoulder. "If I have to wear your bracelet, why not put a tracker there instead of the shoes?"
He smirks a little, turning on his blinker. "Theres a tracker in the bracelet too." He turns once the light is green, cars started lining up to find parking at the fair. "Put it in something you cant take off."
"Oh," she replies simply, turning back to the window. She sinks down slightly in the leather seat as she watches the cars lining up, the crowd growing heavier. Anxiety was beginning to simmer under her skin. When was the last time she was out around people like this?
He pulls into the dirt parking lot, backing into a spot so that if they had to leave quickly, he could just pull out. He looks over at her as he sets the car in park, then pressed a button on his steering wheel that opens both doors for them, stepping out, and going around to help her out.
She flinched back when the door opens, as if it had hit her. Breathe, she tells herself. This is a normal evening. Everything was fine. Cecelia unbuckles, then carefully climbs out with Zak's help.
The air smelled like wet earth and hay. It was just before sunset, letting the farm lamps turn on and buzz with a warm glow. The patch was filled with all sorts of people. Families with little kids going down tube slides. Teenagers posing for instragram shots. A newly wed couple, picking out their first Halloween pumpkins together. Without much thought, Cecelia leans into Zak, wanting to wrap her arms around one of his like a preserver.
He wraps an arm around her waist, hooking his keys to his belt loop as they both walk, following a small crowd to the entrance. He had already paid for their tickets in advance, so all he had to do was show someone the purchase on his phone to get in.
His eyes land on a few different things. A ferris wheel. Some games like apple bobbing and horseshoe throwing. And even a haunted house connected to a corn field. His grip stays firm around her waist.
The hay under their feet crackles softly as they walk into the park. Cecelia didn't know where to start! There was so much to do. She looks up to Zak with those dark eyes, curiosity and questioning in them. She doesn't stay focused for long, however. She hears soft oinking down the path, and she seems to light up when she notices a pen of piglets.
He doesn't stare at hee, but he pays attention still, guiding her towards the piglets. In the back of the pen, a larger pig lies on her side sleeping. Assumingly the mom. He looks down into the pen when every piglet runs up to the fence.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
"Oh!" She gasps quietly as his lips brush against hers. A familiar warmth runs through her body, pooling in her stomach as she watches him lead the way to the garage. To herself, she smiles a little. Sometimes, she liked his little moments. It may be wrong to think that, she figures, seeing as he was her kidnapper. But something about his sweetness made her body feel fuzzy.
Following him out, Cecelia doesn't hesitate to climb into her seat and buckle in. It was a song and dance she had done before. She crosses her legs modestly once she is settled, looking around the dark car.
He feels the small smile forming as he pulls away from the kiss. He lets it go, deciding to let that bit of confidence settle in for later. The car doors close on their own, and Zaks engine starts with a quiet roar, and he pulls out, pressing a button to let his garage close behind him before pulling out onto the highway off the gravel road.
Excitement was building in Cecelia as the trees flew by. She fiddles with the bracelet on her right wrist, watching the sky, the birds, and the ever-shifting clouds. But her mind kept coming back to the little silver lock on her wrist. Looking over to Zak, she stares at him, trying to build the courage to ask him something, but is worried about speaking out of turn.
He keeps his left hand on the steering wheel, his right elbow on the centre console. When his phone connected, it automatically sends a GPS to his phone. It was getting colder outside. The system on his car told him it was down in the 50s.
She caves. "Zak?" Her soft, lifted voice calls out for attention. Her light waves fell over one shoulder. "If I have to wear your bracelet, why not put a tracker there instead of the shoes?"
He smirks a little, turning on his blinker. "Theres a tracker in the bracelet too." He turns once the light is green, cars started lining up to find parking at the fair. "Put it in something you cant take off."
"Oh," she replies simply, turning back to the window. She sinks down slightly in the leather seat as she watches the cars lining up, the crowd growing heavier. Anxiety was beginning to simmer under her skin. When was the last time she was out around people like this?
He pulls into the dirt parking lot, backing into a spot so that if they had to leave quickly, he could just pull out. He looks over at her as he sets the car in park, then pressed a button on his steering wheel that opens both doors for them, stepping out, and going around to help her out.
She flinched back when the door opens, as if it had hit her. Breathe, she tells herself. This is a normal evening. Everything was fine. Cecelia unbuckles, then carefully climbs out with Zak's help.
The air smelled like wet earth and hay. It was just before sunset, letting the farm lamps turn on and buzz with a warm glow. The patch was filled with all sorts of people. Families with little kids going down tube slides. Teenagers posing for instragram shots. A newly wed couple, picking out their first Halloween pumpkins together. Without much thought, Cecelia leans into Zak, wanting to wrap her arms around one of his like a preserver.
He wraps an arm around her waist, hooking his keys to his belt loop as they both walk, following a small crowd to the entrance. He had already paid for their tickets in advance, so all he had to do was show someone the purchase on his phone to get in.
His eyes land on a few different things. A ferris wheel. Some games like apple bobbing and horseshoe throwing. And even a haunted house connected to a corn field. His grip stays firm around her waist.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
"Oh!" She gasps quietly as his lips brush against hers. A familiar warmth runs through her body, pooling in her stomach as she watches him lead the way to the garage. To herself, she smiles a little. Sometimes, she liked his little moments. It may be wrong to think that, she figures, seeing as he was her kidnapper. But something about his sweetness made her body feel fuzzy.
Following him out, Cecelia doesn't hesitate to climb into her seat and buckle in. It was a song and dance she had done before. She crosses her legs modestly once she is settled, looking around the dark car.
He feels the small smile forming as he pulls away from the kiss. He lets it go, deciding to let that bit of confidence settle in for later. The car doors close on their own, and Zaks engine starts with a quiet roar, and he pulls out, pressing a button to let his garage close behind him before pulling out onto the highway off the gravel road.
Excitement was building in Cecelia as the trees flew by. She fiddles with the bracelet on her right wrist, watching the sky, the birds, and the ever-shifting clouds. But her mind kept coming back to the little silver lock on her wrist. Looking over to Zak, she stares at him, trying to build the courage to ask him something, but is worried about speaking out of turn.
He keeps his left hand on the steering wheel, his right elbow on the centre console. When his phone connected, it automatically sends a GPS to his phone. It was getting colder outside. The system on his car told him it was down in the 50s.
She caves. "Zak?" Her soft, lifted voice calls out for attention. Her light waves fell over one shoulder. "If I have to wear your bracelet, why not put a tracker there instead of the shoes?"
He smirks a little, turning on his blinker. "Theres a tracker in the bracelet too." He turns once the light is green, cars started lining up to find parking at the fair. "Put it in something you cant take off."
"Oh," she replies simply, turning back to the window. She sinks down slightly in the leather seat as she watches the cars lining up, the crowd growing heavier. Anxiety was beginning to simmer under her skin. When was the last time she was out around people like this?
He pulls into the dirt parking lot, backing into a spot so that if they had to leave quickly, he could just pull out. He looks over at her as he sets the car in park, then pressed a button on his steering wheel that opens both doors for them, stepping out, and going around to help her out.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
"Oh!" She gasps quietly as his lips brush against hers. A familiar warmth runs through her body, pooling in her stomach as she watches him lead the way to the garage. To herself, she smiles a little. Sometimes, she liked his little moments. It may be wrong to think that, she figures, seeing as he was her kidnapper. But something about his sweetness made her body feel fuzzy.
Following him out, Cecelia doesn't hesitate to climb into her seat and buckle in. It was a song and dance she had done before. She crosses her legs modestly once she is settled, looking around the dark car.
He feels the small smile forming as he pulls away from the kiss. He lets it go, deciding to let that bit of confidence settle in for later. The car doors close on their own, and Zaks engine starts with a quiet roar, and he pulls out, pressing a button to let his garage close behind him before pulling out onto the highway off the gravel road.
Excitement was building in Cecelia as the trees flew by. She fiddles with the bracelet on her right wrist, watching the sky, the birds, and the ever-shifting clouds. But her mind kept coming back to the little silver lock on her wrist. Looking over to Zak, she stares at him, trying to build the courage to ask him something, but is worried about speaking out of turn.
He keeps his left hand on the steering wheel, his right elbow on the centre console. When his phone connected, it automatically sends a GPS to his phone. It was getting colder outside. The system on his car told him it was down in the 50s.
She caves. "Zak?" Her soft, lifted voice calls out for attention. Her light waves fell over one shoulder. "If I have to wear your bracelet, why not put a tracker there instead of the shoes?"
He smirks a little, turning on his blinker. "Theres a tracker in the bracelet too." He turns once the light is green, cars started lining up to find parking at the fair. "Put it in something you cant take off."
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
"Oh!" She gasps quietly as his lips brush against hers. A familiar warmth runs through her body, pooling in her stomach as she watches him lead the way to the garage. To herself, she smiles a little. Sometimes, she liked his little moments. It may be wrong to think that, she figures, seeing as he was her kidnapper. But something about his sweetness made her body feel fuzzy.
Following him out, Cecelia doesn't hesitate to climb into her seat and buckle in. It was a song and dance she had done before. She crosses her legs modestly once she is settled, looking around the dark car.
He feels the small smile forming as he pulls away from the kiss. He lets it go, deciding to let that bit of confidence settle in for later. The car doors close on their own, and Zaks engine starts with a quiet roar, and he pulls out, pressing a button to let his garage close behind him before pulling out onto the highway off the gravel road.
Excitement was building in Cecelia as the trees flew by. She fiddles with the bracelet on her right wrist, watching the sky, the birds, and the ever-shifting clouds. But her mind kept coming back to the little silver lock on her wrist. Looking over to Zak, she stares at him, trying to build the courage to ask him something, but is worried about speaking out of turn.
He keeps his left hand on the steering wheel, his right elbow on the centre console. When his phone connected, it automatically sends a GPS to his phone. It was getting colder outside. The system on his car told him it was down in the 50s.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
"Oh!" She gasps quietly as his lips brush against hers. A familiar warmth runs through her body, pooling in her stomach as she watches him lead the way to the garage. To herself, she smiles a little. Sometimes, she liked his little moments. It may be wrong to think that, she figures, seeing as he was her kidnapper. But something about his sweetness made her body feel fuzzy.
Following him out, Cecelia doesn't hesitate to climb into her seat and buckle in. It was a song and dance she had done before. She crosses her legs modestly once she is settled, looking around the dark car.
He feels the small smile forming as he pulls away from the kiss. He lets it go, deciding to let that bit of confidence settle in for later. The car doors close on their own, and Zaks engine starts with a quiet roar, and he pulls out, pressing a button to let his garage close behind him before pulling out onto the highway off the gravel road.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia watches with interest as it snaps securely around her wrist. It fit perfectly - something she was learning to expect from Zak. She turns her arm, examining it from other angles. Her eyes read over his name engraved in the metal over and over again. Claimed. Marked. His.
He takes half a step forward with his right foot, his right coming up to lift her chin, pressing a soft peck onto her lips before walking behind her and grabbing his keys on the wall, opening the garage door for her. The larger garage is open already, along with the passenger side door.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
Cecelia bites her tongue to keep from exploding in questions and concerns. When he did? He used to be? The idea made her throat feel tight, burning with acid. Still, she lifts her right hand to him as instructed, watching the box and his hands intently as if something was going to explode.
"Good girl." He puts the silver bracelet around her wrist, securing it. The outside of one band had his name on it. He turns the key inside of the little silver heart, and it clicks.
Cecelia adjusts the bow in her hair one more time as she studies herself in her vanity. Dressed warm and cozy, she found herself a little excited to leave the house. Standing, Cece smooths out her sweater and turns to ensure every angle of herself was presentable. All that was left was to wait for Zak to come down and get her from the basement.
@porcelain-pieces
Zak groans when he gets up. He wasn't the type to wake up at this time. He sighs, and finally sits up, his hair a mess.
He gets out of bed, changing out of his black pyjamas, and into a greyish-green sweater with worn black jeans. Topping it off with just some converse before going downstairs, grabbing his keys.
He unlocks the basement door, flicking on a lightswitch thats at the top. Then he makes his way downstairs, his steps heavy.
Her head turns toward her bedroom door at the sound of his steps. It had become ritual, a signal for her to know when he was coming down. Cecelia stands and pushes her chair in, then stands politely with her hands behind her back.
When he reaches the bottom, he first goes over to the couch setup he had for her, finding the TV remote on the coffee table, and turning it off. He sometimes left on ASMR or other calming videos on there.
"Cecelia?" He calls out before he even goes to the door. When he does get there, he knocks twice.
She walks to the door and gently opens it, innocently blinking up at him. Thigh high socks hid her prosthetic leg, leaving her to sink slightly into the plush carpet. Her face was tinged pink as she looked him over. Devilishly handsome man, she mentally curses.
He leans against the doorframe and smiles. "You look amazing darling." He crosses his arms but uses one hands fingers to urge her closer. "Come here. Lemmie get a better look at you."
The blood in her face runs darker. But she opens the door further and gives a slow turn to show him the full outfit. A cream colored sweater and black skirt, dark leggings and white thigh highs. A black bow in her hair to match.
When her back is to him, he steps forward. Gently grabbing her waist on both sides with his hands and stepping closer until his front was against her back. Then he leans down next to her ear, and kisses her cheek. "You look wonderful." His hands move down to her hips.
His affection gives her a delightful little shiver and a tiny curve of the corner of her lips. Cecelia was growing more used to the touching and playful comments by the day. At least in these confines, she was far more comfortable. It was an immense upgrade from a pillory.
After moving his hands lower, they reach the brim of her sweater. "What do you wanna do while were there?" His hands slowly slip under her sweater and up to her hips again. "Hay ride... pumpkins, corn maze?"
She became stiff as his fingers trace along her skin. She ran cooler than most people. It left her shivering often.
"I-im not sure," she says. "Ive never done something so... seasonal before." She turns her head to look up at Zak. "They aren't very common in England."
"Itll be fun." Both his palms gently rest over her stomach. "We can start with something small maybe. Do you care for animals?" His right hand gently runs up the centre of her stomach, until his hand is cupping under her breast.
At this rate, Cecelia worries they won't make it out of the room. Her head drops back slightly, resting against Zak's body as she nods. "Yes. Smaller animals, I like." Her chest rises at his touch. She had put on a bra for modesty, but it felt near pointless with him touching her like this. In a way that made her leg shake and a whimper build in her throat.
"They have rabbits Im pretty sure. And goats." He suddenly lets go of her completely, grabbing her left hand to turn her around and face him. "Would you be alright with anything scary?" He lifts her face with his left hand, looking into her eyes.
A sound - something disappointed edged with irritation - leaves her as his hands do. Menacing tease! Her jaw was set as he turns her around. I deal with you just fine, she thinks. But she only nods in response.
"Alright. And you promise to behave?" He lets go of her hand, and holds her hip instead. "You try to run and I promise I'll be faster." He warns. "Plus I have a little gift for you upstairs."
"I will behave," she agrees, curiosity tugging at her core. Gifts were not ever actual benefits. Cecelia shivers when she remembers her last 'gift' left her limping and bleeding almost a year ago. She lifts her hands to rest against her chest, keeping them out of his way as his hands traveled her torso.
"Letd go upstairs then." He lets go of her fully and walks ahead of her. Heading up the stairs quickly and holding the door that closed on its own open for her.
Once theyre standing in the front doorway, he grabs a pair of shoes and hands them to her to wear. "These have a tracker in them." He tells her simply, letting her put them on herself.
Then as he leaves her to put on ghe shoes, he heads into the kitchen.
Noted, she thinks. Moving delicately, she slips them on, then stands straight to face him. With shoes completing her look, she was ready to go. She was anxious, too. Cecelia was rather excited about getting out of the house. This would be her first time since he had brought her here.
In the kitchen, he opens a small box. One that showed a bracelet on the front. "Now I'm not in the trade." He reminds her, walking back to where shes standing while using a small key to open it.
"But when I did. I kept a few things." He holds out his hand once he's close enough. "Give me your hand."
