ROBIN

It didn't even take much effort on his part to drag me to the waiting SUV and dump me in the backseat. He'd come prepared with duct tape. My head bounced against the seat with the force that he'd thrown me inside. I began screaming with the ball of cloth still lodged inside my mouth.

I felt a knife digging into the side of my cheek which is when I went silent. I stared into eyes so dark, they were pitch black.

It felt like staring into a void.

Terror filled my lungs.

Those eyes held some kind of horror.

I'm just so fucking stupid.

Someone like me would only be constituted as suicidal. Gage was definitely homicidal which only meant we were a perfect match.

"Do not scream. I'm going to take off your gag." He instructed silently.

He wore a half mask that covered his eyes, it was a silver wolf mask.

There was a sense of authority in his calm voice, something that one should think twice before messing with. It sent chills down my spine. I'd be crazy not to heed his words.

A set of handcuffs were placed on my wrists, and then he pulled out the gag, and before I could get a word out, a piece of duct tape was slapped over my mouth.

It was going to hurt when it came off, that is if he didn't hurt me with torture devices before that.

I shook my head furiously. He cocked his head, "What? Want me to remove the tape? I'll take it off if you behave."

I nodded.

The asshole pulled it off causing sharp pain on my lips and he shoved me into the seat and I then I heard the locks turning.

There was a netted partition between the front seat and the back where I lay. I squirmed trying to sit upright.

The speakers blared with heavy metal music. The sound of the electric guitar strummed inside the car, the emphatic lyrics following through. He'd played that music on purpose so that if I screamed, no one would hear sounds, they would only assume there was a death metal fan driving through the streets and ignore him.

And yet it was ironic to have the music as the background for my kidnapping.

He had carefully thought this through.

I kicked the back of his seat to get his attention but it wasn't of any use. He ate a French fry while he drove like he hadn't just abducted and tied a woman in his backseat.

After what felt like two hours, the car rolled into a gravel road, unpaved, surrounded by thick trees. The car came to a halt and that's when my fear spiked even further. The door of the backseat opened and I was hauled out and manhandled, dangling over his shoulders, upside down. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my fists thumping against his back.

"Let me goooooo!"

When I noticed that he was taking me to a small rundown cabin in the middle of the woods, I completely lost it. With the incessant screaming, I was also trying to overpower him but being handled upside down was making matters worse. The blood was rushing to my head.

He kicked the door open and placed me on the floor in the far corner of the room. To think he hadn't even locked the door told me how fucking conceited he was. He didn't think he'd get caught, not if he wanted to.

I tried to remember the details of the cabin, in case this wasn't a game and if it turned out to be real, I had to remember where I was and be able to describe this place...

If I made out of here alive, that is.

Chances of me surviving seemed slim going on none.

There was a couch in the room, peeling green wallpapers, a table with a chair, an attached kitchen with bare essentials, and another room on the right. The thought of what was inside that other room sent my emotions spiraling into a frenzy.

I was living in a horror story.

While I'd been preoccupied thinking of the endless possibilities, I didn't see what he was holding. It was a black leather collar embedded with spikes. A silver chain running through the center with leather wrist bracelets.

"No..." I moaned trying to move away from him, only to back up against the wall.

He smiled, reaching out to uncuff me. The metal handcuffs were sharp so I slammed both my fists into his face. He didn't expect that because when he touched his lips, there was a smudge of blood on his fingers. His lower lip was bust.

He didn't look happy at all but the smile did not drop from his face, if anything it transformed into a grin.

"You're gonna be taught some manners, Pet. I guess I could forgive you for this one time since I just picked you up. Can't really expect a stray to be trained the day I bring her home."

Was he fucking serious?

The waiver I signed never talked anything about pet play or any of this for that matter!

But what else did I expect?

I'd agreed to play the games on his terms since those were his rules, the same was his idea. Why the hell would he ask me? I agreed to be his captive so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.

The ad could be his epic idea to lure a woman.

He pulled the chain down to capture my wrists into the separate leather bracelets for my wrists. There was a leash for it that he held between his fingers.

Through my tears, I muttered, "You're insane!"

"You got that right, Snowflake." A chair scraped on the floor, I looked up to find that he'd brought the chair close to where I was sitting. He dug into his duffle bag and retrieved a black frilly bra and matching underwear and tossed it in front if me, "I've got a change of clothes for you."

I reached up on my knees, and for the first time I could make out his face clearly. Due to the silver mask, the upper half was concealed. Gage had a chiseled face, rough around the edges, not handsome in the typical sense but good looking nevertheless. Was this even the same man who used to chat online with me? This was a personality flip; I couldn't even distinguish between RaisedByWolves90 and this person in front of me.

Which one of his personalities were real?

RaisedByWolves90 appeared to be funny with a dark sense of humor, and this man here seemed like the kind of guy you didn't want to mess with.

And yet, I slapped him hard across his face.

If he was playing games, I would play too.

His hold on the leash tightened as he yanked at it which caused the collar to squeeze my neck. More tears sprang from my eyes, I was being choked. He chuckled, "Told you I'll only warn you once. If you keep doing this, I'll tie you up in bed, naked and eagle spread, and use you however I want to. We don't want that now, do we, Snowflake?"

The image that he put inside my head with me completely naked on his bed, made my knees almost weak, I would never allow him to see how turned on I was.

"My name's Robin! You know it so use it, asshole!"

He scowled and smacked me again, not too hard but enough that it stung. With a serious expression, he went on, "I'm not interested in your old name. Nah...You're Snowflake for me, pure, untouched, and obedient. And you'll address me as Master."

Pure, untouched, and obedient.

As if.

I wondered how far he would take the game. If there was one thing, I knew it was that I was going to be absolutely scarred for life or possibly dead.

He dug his fingers into my cheeks, regarding me with the same coolness, "Say it."

"Master."

He gave me a teasing smile, "Good."

"Are you always going to keep me tied to the wall?"

He secured the chain on the wall and gave it a bit of a pull, "The chain is long enough for you to move around the room. If you need to use the bathroom, you'll have to ask me."

He'd taken off his hoodie. He was now only wearing a casual white t-shirt over ripped jeans. The fabric of his t-shirt showed off every curve, every line, every dip of his muscled body. He was built like a mountain, and could easily yield that power to hurt me.

This might as well be real.

He could be using the game as an excuse.

I needed to be careful.

I watched him as he climbed to his feet and walked to the refrigerator, "Time for chow. What does my pet like to eat?"

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