Her car wasn’t made for camping. A past Master was also attending the event and offered to meet for directions once GPS hit the country, dirt road. He was already there when she pulled up. Camping was more his thing.
She got out and gave him a quick hug. He made small talk about the road to the property being rough. She thought he seemed aloof. His behavior was an underplayed ruse, set up for the pivotal introduction of the chemically-kissed rag to her face.
He let her slip down into his hands, and then boosted her right into his trunk. He unlocked her car and took everything from it, packing it into his. Her car would be in the river and they would be two hundred miles away, deep in the woods.
A rough bump leading up to the property roused her enough to question her own whereabouts. She was packed in a trunk like luggage. Her head hurt. He opened the trunk and dragged out a huge duffle. It landed with a *thunk* and kicked up its weight in dust. He grabbed her hair and towed her from the trunk onto the patchy, dusty yard.
He released her in the same fashion as the duffle; and she rolled over, coughing.
“What is this!?”
She was dazed and needed fresh air. She stood slowly and looked around to see a small camping lodge, the vehicle she came out of, and a boundless forest that surrounded it all. The thick walls of trees felt suffocating. Or maybe it was the situation.
His eyes fell to her, and his hand settled at his waist. He knew she’d be scared. He didn’t know how long it would take for it to sink in. He started watching her movements. He knew that she was having trouble processing this. He understood that.
He spoke calmly. Everything from his tone and body read complete honesty.
“Listen, pet. There were some things that didn’t quite play out the way they should have those few years back. So… You’re not leaving here. You understand? I’m you’re Master, again. There are no boundaries. No safewords. Those are gone. You’re my property. It’s up to you how long you fight it.”
She stood in stunned silence. He took a deep breath and continued on.
“I fixed the fences. You won’t make it that far, but if you did, the jolt would kill you. The wolves in the woods would take you if you got out of the house at night, if the cold didn’t first. For safety reasons, running isn’t a good idea. Besides… I’ll hunt you. I’ll track you… The punishment would not be worth it.”
The word “punishment,” made her buckle. That voice. That word. Fat sobs stuck in her throat. She couldn’t be there. She could not. He moved to her with purpose, and she could not physically stop him.
He stripped her. Any attempt to block him, and he’d hit her. He yanked at her hair, manipulating her body, until she wailed in pain.
“A fight would kill you, pet. Settle down.”
Once she was naked, he commenced with the fevered pursuit of dragging her into his small home. Her unheard screams were louder and more intense than they had ever been. He grabbed hold of her throat and slammed the door shut behind them
“It’s ok to be afraid, girl. I would be too.”