Things You Can't Say two

I don’t know how many hours I was out for. All I know is that the man who captured me wasn’t in with me. Nor could I even catch a glimpse of him as I lay on the ground. Yet, his stench lingered in the air. My head still felt heavy despite how long it had been. Trying to get up, I tried to reorient myself. Everything about this place was horrifying. Whether or not that asshole was in sight or not. Every single noise that I heard made my pulse quicken. The shadows that surrounded me made me feel like they’d take a bite out of me.

Though that might just be my overactive imagination.

At any rate, I wished the drug he gave me had made its way out of my system. Or at least lessened a little bit by now. My vision was strange as I tried to get to my hands and knees. It was the only way that I could ‘stand’ right at this moment. Taking deep breaths to try and calm myself down. Overthinking won’t do me any good. All it really is going to do is make this whole situation difficult.  Well, it is more difficult than it already is. Being drugged, mittened, and having my legs being immobilized doesn’t really help. There are kneepads that kind of make it easier. Not a lot easier but good enough. While I barely managed to get to my hands and knees, I got my breathing regulated. My heartrate slowed down to a more tolerable level. Getting myself to a much calmer state, despite everything that was happening to me.

Well, as calm as I could get considering this situation.

Then again how does someone stay calm in this situation? Who could possibly ever keep their cool in something like this? There’s no way that a normal person could prepare for this kind of situation. It’s too freaky to prepare for. I’m not sure if anyone can. Just what could prepare anyone for this? It’s just…I know that I’m harping over it being bizarre. But I can’t stop thinking it over as I tried to orient myself. Listening hard while I fell back down on my side on the ground. Wincing at how much it hurt to land on hard concrete. Sighing, I just gave up on trying to get on my hands and knees. Sniffling as I felt tears roll down my cheeks in little rivers. Unable to make much noise aside from muffled whimpers and whines. It was difficult to breathe right thanks to how upset I was. After a few minutes, I managed to get myself somewhat under control. Quietly wiping my tears on the strange mittens that the man put on me. At least I had the ability to wipe my tears away. Despite how freaky they make my hands look right now. Sort of like cat paws. I suppose that’s the illusion that he was going for.

A few seconds later, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps. And it took me a bit to realize that someone was coming. For the briefest of moments, I was hopeful that it was the cops. That someone had noticed that I wasn’t at my home, and they were coming for me. Then it hit me that I probably haven’t been gone all that long. That I was probably gone for half a day instead of twenty-four hours. Or maybe that was a myth…I’m not sure but I have a bad feeling that this isn’t the cops. That it’s just that horrible smelling bastard coming for me. My eyes shut as I bit back on the urge to whimper or cry as I hear the doorknob turn. Followed by the wafting stench of that monster billowing into the room before he walked in. Chuckling at the sight of me lying on the floor in a little curled up pile. My eyes remained shut as he lumbered towards me. A second later, I heard him getting to his knees next to me. Feeling his dry hands touching my side in ways that were wholly uncomfortable. Gently, he questioned,”My poor little, Princess. Has the medicine not left your system yet?”

When I opened my eyes and stared at him, I nodded. It was difficult to even do a simple action like that. My head felt like it was filled with cement. This didn’t really seem to bother the creepy bastard. All it did was make him laugh a lot more as he petted my side like I were some kind of sick pet.

Which I suppose I am in his eyes.

“Well, don’t worry. Master is going to carry you to your food.”,he assured me. Keeping his voice soft like he was trying to soothe me. Or reassure me. It was not working in the slightest bit. My heartrate quickened as he quickly picked me up from the floor. Tears flowing down my cheeks faster than they had before. Not wanting to be touched by him more than I already was. His smell was the most difficult thing to handle. But I did my best to ignore it. Somewhat grateful for the tape still stuck on my mouth as he walked us out of the room and up some stairs. Which made me uncomfortable as he held me tighter to his smelly body. Keeping a firm grip on me as he petted my back. Resting my chin on his shoulder while he walked us through some of the house. All I got was a slightly good look at the hallway leading to the kitchen. There wasn’t much about it. Some wooden flooring with bare walls that were pale green. Also, they were covered with dust I think and some cobwebs. Not entirely sure if that was the case or if my drug addled brain was making them up. I’m sure that my head might be making it up. My focus was all over the place as I felt his arms under my thighs. Gently holding my waist as he walked me into the room. If I didn’t know any better, I thought he would be…would be…I can’t let myself think of that kind of thing happening.

This situation is bad enough without me thinking of that kind of thing. My heart was sinking into my stomach as we walked through the living room. Or what could pass for one. At this point my head was too dizzy to be able to tell. I wish that whatever he had pumped into me had made its way through. That I would be back to normal or close to it. Aside from not being able to properly move like I normally do. I’m hoping to at least have a clear head sometime soon. So, I can finally think of a way to get the Hell out of this horrible place and back home. After a few more minutes of walking, we’re in his kitchen. It was hideous. The place was grimy and smelled like garbage mixed with greasy food. Like we were in the back of a McDonald’s or something. He quickly removed the tape off of my mouth before he sets me down in front of large metal bowls. One full of water and the other smelled like it had something for me to eat. Both had the name ‘Princess’ engraved into it. So, I guess that’s what he’s going to be calling me from now on.

There are worse things to be called, I suppose. Looking down at the metal dog bowl as I felt my stomach clench. The very idea of having to eat out of a large metal bowl on the floor was thoroughly unappetizing. This wasn’t something that I had ever pictured myself having to do. But I couldn’t just not do it. Especially if I didn’t want to anger the asshole who captured me. But I was very afraid that I was going to be eating real cat food. Not normal human food. When I carefully leaned forward to see what the food inside of it wasn’t what I had feared. It was such a relief that he wasn’t going to make me eat cat food. Though what he had put into it wasn’t really all that much better. What he had put into the large metal bowl was disgusting. Some of the most pathetic scrambled eggs that I had ever seen in my life. Along with pieces of bacon cut up into them. These were the most burnt pieces of bacon that I had ever seen. Along with a piece of toast that was sort of good looking. But honestly, I wasn’t all that interested in eating it. Since my stomach felt like someone was wringing it painfully slow. I’m not sure if it’s from the stress of this situation. Or if it’s a side effect of the drugs.

Or Hell maybe both things at once.

Either way I wasn’t entirely sure if I could eat any of this food. A small part of me was afraid that I was going to vomit it back up. Make him angrier with me for even daring to vomit it in the first place. But I also feared that if I didn’t eat that he would hurt me. Especially with the way that he was hovering over me and watching me intently. Leaning over, I ate like I had seen so many animals do. It was hard. Humiliating. And I felt my face flushing as I continued to eat the disgusting scrambled eggs with bacon. Along with that piece of pathetic toast. Which seemed to please this creepy asshole as he petted my back in a ‘comforting’ way. Petting me ever so gently as he heaped praise upon me for eating like a ‘good girl’. It made me want to vomit but I stifled that urge as I ate those gross-looking scrambled eggs. Along with that piece of very dry toast. In a soft voice, he cooed,”Such a good kitty. Yes, you are. You’re eating your breakfast so well.”

“I’m so glad that I don’t need to train you how to eat properly!”,he added. Chuckling in a way that made me want to kick him in the balls. But I know full well that if I acted violently then he would hurt me. Call it a punishment. And that I would be worse off than I am right now. I quickly drank some water as the toast pretty much dried up my mouth. He quickly picked me up after that and held me tight. It was disgusting but it was better than having nothing. He sighed as he rested me on one arm. Petting my back as he walked me back to that living room from earlier. He complimented,”That’s my baby. You’re such a good girl for eating all your breakfast.”

“Master thinks that Princess has earned herself a cuddle. Yes, she has! Oh yes, she has!!”,he exclaimed. Carefully taking us over to the ugliest armchair that I had ever seen in my life. It was a dark brown color that was falling apart. Looking as gross and disheveled as he did. Some pieces of stuffing were coming out and I was scared it would fall apart if he sat in it with me. Though soon as he sat down it was a lot more stable than I thought it was going to be. Gently stroking my back as he got me better situated on his lap. Having me lay across his chest with my head still on his shoulder. Making me breathe in his disgusting body odor. It made me wonder when the last time this guy had ever seen a shower. Or even breathed near soap. But I did my best not to make a sound as he pets me from the top of my head to my lower back. My head was still somewhat dizzy from the sedative so that was easy. Gently he stroked my head as we laid there on the ugly armchair together. The action started to become a lot easier to handle. In a strange way it was soothing. So was listening to the steady sound of his breathing. Along with his heartbeat in my ear. It was strange how it was slowly but surely keeping me calm. A small part of me was saying that we were a stupid animal that wanted it. That I was just allowing it because I was that pathetically weak. But the rest of me knew it was because of the sedative. That I was just tired from the situation and sedation.

Somehow this didn’t make me feel safer. It just made me feel even more tired as I laid there in his grasp. Breathing slowly as he continued to pet and gently squeeze my hips and shoulders. Patting my back in a gentle way. I was so relaxed that I felt my shoulders droop and I let out a soft sigh. Something that made me automatically freeze as I lay against the terrible bastard. Not wanting him to know that I was relaxed in his grasp. Another obnoxious laugh came out of him as he nuzzled my cheek. Patting my back as he did so. In an annoying voice, he muttered,”Aww. That’s right, Princess. You’re safe in Master’s arms like the good girl you are.”

“I think you’re going to understand your place in this house soon enough.”,he bragged. Making my stomach clench painfully tight at the tone of his disgusting voice. It made me want to vomit but I swallowed this down. And I also wanted to just punch him hard in the throat for it. Another thing that I swallowed as I slowly started to shut my eyes. Feeling too tired to even try anything. And I also prayed that this asshole lived alone. A small fear that cropped up in my head. As I don’t want anyone else to see me like this. Who knows what kind of friends someone like him could have. Despite how much I wanted to get free from here, I hoped no one would see me like this.

Please, lord, let no one see me like this.

“I just hope that sedative wears off soon…I guess I gave you more than I thought I had.”,he grumbled. If I weren’t so damn tired, I would strangle him. Or at least attempt to. I really hope whatever he gave me wears off soon as well. While I lay against his chest. Though it kept me calm in a weird sort of way. Sure, it isn’t normal calm, but I’ll take whatever I can get at this point. Gently, he promised,”Soon as it does, we’re going to play together.”

“I have so many fun games and toys that I’ve been dying to use on someone.”,he informed me. I really do not want to know what they’re going to be. With how he has me tied up and laying against his chest. They were probably going to be terrible. Unfortunately, I know that I’m going to be seeing these things later. If someone doesn’t save me beforehand. I will be seeing those terrible things. God the idea of having to see it made my stomach churn so strongly. I’m sure that I’m not going to be saved today. And probably not going to be saved tomorrow either. If things keep going the way that they are. But I won’t give up on hope that I’ll be getting out of here.

Even if I’m a bit…pessimistic about my chances.

“You know, Princess. I think you should take a nap.”,he stated. It was surprising that he knew that I wasn’t asleep. But I wasn’t going to argue with him as I lay there. I slowly started to drift off in his grasp. Trying to not be shocked when he gently squeezes my ass. It wasn’t in a sexual manner. Though it did make me uncomfortable as I lay against him. There was just something about this that concerned me as he did this. This was something that I had never done with a pet. Cat or dog.

It was uncomfortable and I feared him hurting me if I struggled against him. So, I just passively lay there. Like some kind of strange doll that he bought. Softly, I sighed as I slowly started falling asleep. Dreaming of when I was free of this horrible smelling house. Not wearing this disgusting fetish gear. Having no paws or stuff wrapped around my legs the way he had. Not having that horrible plug so deep inside of me. Being able to just feel like a normal person.

In this dream, I could use my hands once again. Stand up normal without those dumb restricting things on. Being able to wear my clothes and not be nude in some freak’s home. That I was at my own home and doing whatever I was pleased without worrying. Not anywhere near this smelly bastard that reminded me of a dumpster in the Summer. Though, it strangely felt kind of good laying on his chest. It was smelly but he is soft and kind of oddly cuddly despite that. But…shit, who cares if he’s soft or not? The asshole has kidnapped me, and I want to live in my dreams for a bit.

Sometime later, I woke up feeling a whole lot better. I’m not sure how much time has passed. But I hear the T.V is on now and there’s some kind of show on that I slowly was tuning into. Some kind of detective show that I hadn’t seen before. Sitting up carefully, I looked over at the T.V. Soon as I moved in the slightest bit, He stated,”Welcome back to the waking world, Princess.”

“Just in time to have lunch, kitten.”,he informed. With that, he turned off the T.V with one hand. Setting the remote down on the armchair. Then he picked me up before heading back towards the kitchen. Only this time around, I clung to him. Wrapping my legs the best that I could around his waist. My arms tightened around his shoulders as I bit down on my bottom lip. Afraid of being dropped now that I wasn’t so dizzy and drugged up. For some weird reason this makes him laugh as he carried me to the kitchen. Patting my back to reassure me that I had nothing to be afraid of.

That clearly didn’t work.

“Goodness, I got myself a clingy kitten, didn’t I?”,he quipped. Something that made me want to bite him. Instead, I kept my mouth shut as he walked into the kitchen. Afraid that he’ll drop me in anger. A second later he set me back down in front of the metal food bowls from hours ago. Staring at him, I watched him walk around the kitchen. Getting everything together to make us lunch. Which looked like it was going to be chili dogs with cheese. As he got out some hot dogs. Some buns. Canned chili and set down cheese on the counter near the oven. The entire time he worked on our lunch, he kept staring straight at me. I did my best to keep myself calm as I looked up at him. Trying to not get upset as I clenched my fists in the mittens. Waiting for a moment for him to stop staring at me. It was like he knew what I was thinking.

Soon as he turned away, I was going to try and walk. Try anything to get used to these weird things on my legs. But I couldn’t with him watching me as intently as this. I quietly prayed that he was going to look away soon. That I would have the time to start practicing walking soon. And my heart raced as he looked away from me long enough for me to start moving. It was awkward but I did my best to make it work. Moving just an inch or two whenever he wasn’t looking. Though it was hard for me to do, I was managing. And when I got three inches away from the bowls, he turned around entirely. Looking down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. Taking in sight of me being a little further away from the food bowls. For an uncomfortable amount of time, I thought that he was going to kill me. And I thought of begging him for my life as I stared at him. Then a huge smile broke out on his face as he walked over to my bowl. Picking it up, he stated,”Good girl, Princess. That’s right.”

“You start practicing walking like a good girl should.”,he instructed. Heading over to the stove. I watched as he filled it up with cut up pieces of hot dog and some chili. Then dumped a bit of cheese on top of it. He snagged a bottle of water from the fridge before coming back over. Pouring the water into the bowl he left on the floor. Setting my bowl down as he looked at me. Softly, he continued,”You’re going to be running around this place in no time.”

“And Master can hardly wait to see you do that.”