I want to Be Reckless!

To abandon things that keep me safe.

I did it once then again maybe I did Thrice.

First, was when I decided to learn how to ride a bike.

The second one was trying a bungee jump and the last one would be taking the risk for a scholarship grant 5000 miles away from Mom.

It has always been two of us, without knowing who my father never made incomplete. The vague truth that she tells is adequate for me but now I wish I had one who might be like Bryan Mills in the Taken Movie that has a specific set of skills to track me down or I maybe my Parents could be Mr. and Mrs. Collingwood of the Last House on the Left Movie that has the determination and ability to bring vengeance to those who wronged their daughter but then it's just a wishful imagination getting the best out of me.

In times like this, I really dared to be impulsive and just try to break out of here but then I don't know the place properly and without any resources, I would either die in these woods or be caught again and who knows what horrors he will do.

I stop biting my fingernails, I tend to do so if I'm stressed, and sat on the edge of the bed deep in my thoughts again.

Discerning how, when, and where the staff goes in and out should be my prerogative and then there is the Guru he mentioned, about and I nearly faint at the notion. I may not be fully hands-on but I don't need some Sex Education to taunt me.

That alone sends the chills on my spine. But I don't know what goes to that dickhead.

She may be a wet dream for some but I'm pretty confident in my sexuality.

She stood in my way and looked at me from the top-bottom but I skillfully averted my eyes away and took my step the other way away from her but she tugged my hand and then start to stick her tongue out just a little bit and then use it to softly massage and caress my hand like hot iron on my skin, I jerked my hand away.

Ewwwwwwww!

And I couldn't be more mortified at how her saliva is still on my hand which she deliberately does and I swatch it over my dress and gave her a distasteful look. She responded by licking her supposed dry lips and scowling.

I shudder thinking of the event earlier.

Everything is sleek, black, minimalist, and contemporary.

His Style. His room is huge and is three times bigger than my home. Huge bathroom, a walk-in closet, and he even have a living room inside. Who does that? Of course, the psycho maniac does.

A Massive Wall tv that's as tall as me flaunts its quirk and I remember wishing for one like this for Binge watching documentaries. The agony I have to endure using a small screen but that memories made me blink my eyes now and then just to suppress my pending tears.

I feel homesick. I am Homesick.

I wanted to look for the remote but suddenly it just turned on. I thought the news could be shown but it was like instruction on a PowerPoint presentation of what I shall wear, what do to with my hair, what time for dinner, and how to care for the ink in my body. He even had the photo of the dress inserted which leaves no room for imagination on the upward part.

I just want to sleep and not follow him but someone opened the door and almost startled me.

It was one of his henchmen but I have not seen him before.

" you have 15 minutes to prepare until I escort you to the boss", he says with intimidation and closed the room.

Despite my hesitation, I just immediately went to the closet to find the dress which is already placed on the lounge with matching sandals. I'm mesmerized by how elegantly arrayed the clothes with shoes and everything are. One might think this is a haven of suits and clothes that are locked in their space.

I can see its fingerprint locked as well as all the fancy accessories on the peek-a-boo table drawers in contrast to his was my supposed corner which I can see is expensive and cheeky looking. Like I'm a doll to be dressed up

There is no time to twaddle on that so I hurriedly change to that dress and prepared myself that by the time my escort came I'm done.

He did not dare to look at me as he can see I don't have any underwear on since the dick won't let me but guided me to the dining table which is adorned romantically as if I'm a willing girlfriend that makes me want to flip the table out only if I can do so.

He's already waiting for me with a smile enough to slay women and guide me to my seat across from him not before giving me a deep kiss.

After a few tongueless kisses, he begins lightly brushing his tongue to my lips like commanding me to make it go further as his tongue wants to enter.

He stops then complemented the dress while squeezing both of my breasts which left me blushing red in annoyance and disgrace so I focus on what was for dinner to see everything is green, fresh, and looked like a 3-star restaurant could come up.

He suddenly pinches both of my nipples made me gasp and he kissed back deeply with his tongue roaming in my mouth. I don't want to kiss him back nor would I use my tongue because that would be intimate but I accidentally slip and he caught up and stuck my tongue like a suction cup and I cried at how it hurt so I push him with all my force but he won't barge and I feel my tongue is being sprawled upon and that's when he grabbed my ass then slapped them with force then when his done He motioned for us to dine

I don't want to eat, I just want to be free but I also need to be strong to flee this place

" eat up my dear or do you want something else?" He said. Despite my, reluctance I took something that looked like meat but to my surprise, it is not. More like an organic food substitute for meat.

" as you can see I'm Vegan for years now," he says and I almost choke out the food but I just nod at him.

I should have known that a body like his could only be achieved with no fats on the menu. I love salads but I think I cant live with some protein coming from meat.

" It was hard at first but then I realize a lot of benefits in eating purely organic foods and vegetables so I stick with it. I hate sweet things, food processed products, and most of all fast food", he added while munching his leaves like it tastes some heaven while carefully observing me, "you'll get used to it".

Abducting me, bombing innocent people, inked my body, no freedom of choice, a sex slave of his and now changing my food preference in just a snap. I grip the fork with much irritation and anger I have. I want to shove it in his ass with the meat-free viand.

I can't stand it anymore id rather die than be at this place with him. I know he has a gun nearby and my distance is not enough to attack him off guard so I pointed the knife at my lungs. I can puncture with just enough pressure.

As the air in the room became thick and tension soaring. I had to audacity to finish his meal with a sip of the wine and stood up to come near me. His face is void of any emotion and I don't know what will happen next.

I wanted to die but I'm too coward to kill myself.

A chef came in with a food cart and he just delivered it 5 steps away from me like nothing wrong is transpiring.

" open it up my dear, it's another gift for you", he suggested but I know a storm is brewing in his mind and I will end up in a pile of shit.

I don't want to open the dark box with a huge red ribbon on top of it.

" I won't...... Obey you". I cry out. that is all I muster up, "get away from me. I swear... I will kill myself". I try to intimidate him.

He gave a maniacal chuckle.

" if you kill yourself my dear it would be a waste", he proceeded to walk to the cart and dramatically open the top just enough for me to take a look at what's inside and my body convulses in a new terror and shock as I dropped the knife and shake my head in disbelief at the sight before me.

I immediately recognize whose head is. It's so familiar and I can't be mistaken.

I can't stop my wailing at the fate of a dear friend of mine.

It was head of Becky in a golden platter freshly sliced off from the body with blood dripping down.