With the sunlight coming through the windows I was met with two pairs of eyes looking down at me. I flinched. They held me captive for a couple of seconds. In front of me stood two well-built men who could easily overpower me in a heartbeat. Feeling intimidated by their stares I looked anywhere but at them. That was when I took in my surroundings.
I was indeed lying down on a mattress, cuffed against bars, bars that were surrounding me. The bars scared me and confused me too. Was I in a cage? No that couldn't be because there were no bars above me, just around me. I looked better and it looked like a crib? That couldn't be the case, right? I mean, I know that I am not tall. With my five feet, I knew I didn't reach far in the body length department, but I wasn't that small that I could fit in a crib. Still, it looked liked it was the case, which shocked me.
But what shook me more was the rest of the room I saw before me. The bedroom was decorated as a nursery for a baby. There was a changing table and a rocking chair. Everything was butterfly-themed and the toys I saw in the corner of my eyes were meant for a toddler.
Only there was no baby in sight. There was no other crib or another type of sleeping place for a baby.
Then it struck my mind that I could be the baby. That I was freaking out was a slight understatement. What the hell was this place?
After I was done with a quick look around one of the men started to speak, "Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you slept well." Hoped I slept well? What was wrong with him? How in God's name could I possibly have slept well? I woke up petrified in a place I didn't recognize, not knowing who had taken me. How do you think I slept, you bastard?
I eyed up the man who had spoken. He had chocolate brown hair and soft face features. He was tall, I think, and had a good pair of muscles. But those muscles were nothing compared with the man standing next to him. As he had his arms crossed in front of him you could see how his muscles flexed through his shirt. He looked like he worked out every day. I made a mental note to try and not to anger him. The muscled man had black hair and black eyes, which were contrasting to the hazel brown eyes of the other man.
Their dominant presence in the room alarmed me. There was no way I could escape from them. Especially from the black-haired man. He could snap my neck without thinking about it. I felt like prey in front of his predator's eyes.
They both looked like they were waiting for some kind of response. Only I found it hard to find the words to say. I had no idea how to respond to his sweet words that contrasted with his doings. As I panicked I yelled, "Let me go you creeps!" As I said it I tugged on all my restraints. I looked anywhere but at them. I just wanted out. Out of this crib, out of this room, and out of this predicament, I found myself in.
"You criminals! You filthy bastards!" I kept on ranting.
I was quite surprised by myself. I had no idea I had so much fire in me. I was known as a quiet girl who didn't like attention and would do everything to please everybody. I couldn't even stand up against my fiancé if I wanted to. But I was so done with others controlling my life and this was just the last drop.
The comment that I made didn't make a great impact on the men. The black-haired guy looked at me angrily and the brown-haired guy looked concerned and a bit hurt? "Look, young lady, I understand this isn't a nice situation to wake up to but we haven't hurt you in any way. So if I were you I would show us some respect," the black-haired guy said.
The moment he talked about 'respect' something snapped in me.
"Respect? RESPECT!?" My voice wavered in panic and rage, "I will not show you two any respect you hear me! In no way have you earned my respect. You have not hurt me, but hurting or not hurting somebody isn't an indicator to show someone respect or not. The mere fact that you took my freedom away by kidnapping me and restraining me gives me enough reasons to not show any respect to either of you, do you understand!" I screamed out.
All my pent-up frustration was let out in my rant. Honestly, it felt quite good to snap at somebody. It's a shame I didn't do that at home. Now it looked like something snapped inside the black-haired man. "You listen to me-"
"Joon, please, she doesn't understand yet. Let's move on. We won't gain anything by going back and forth. Let us introduce ourselves and make her understand the situation, okay?" the brown-haired man said in a soft tone to the black-haired man called Joon.
Joon sighed. "Yes, you're right. I'm sorry." He took a step back and gave the other man more room.
While they had their sweet moment I tried to get myself out of those irritating cuffs. I wiggled and struggled but they didn't give in. "Get me out of these cuffs!"
"Hey, hey, Fleur. Calm down, we do not want to hurt you and we don't want for you to hurt yourself. So if you keep still, nothing will happen and I will quickly explain the situation you are in right now. So please calm down," the brown-haired man tried to look calm and nice but I didn't buy it. I only felt more endangered by the mere fact that I couldn't protect myself when needed. And to add more fear inside of me these men knew my name. How did they know my name? I was so sick and tired of this.
I think they both got the memo that I wouldn't calm down so the brown-haired man started to explain. "My name is David and this man next to me is Joon." He paused for a second to watch my reaction and to see if I stopped the struggling, which I had because I didn't have much strength in me left and I didn't want to waste it. Maybe I needed it later.
"We were the ones who took you here in our house, which will be now your house as well." Excuse me? My house? Before I could say my thought on the matter he continued, "What I'm going to say next might sound a bit creepy but we didn't mean it that way... We have watched you for a while now to make sure you were the right fit for us. We didn't just get the first person we saw on the street to take with us." Wait they stalked me?
These two men looked so normal on the outside. You truly would have no idea what kind of psycho's were hidden behind their masks. A shiver ran down my spine. They had followed me. Actually followed me. I never thought that stalkers would be one of the bigger problems I had to deal with in my life. As I had already much going on to be concerned about.
"Fit for what?" I asked in a low and scared voice. These creeps were truly something else.
"For our liking and lifestyle, we conduct in this house and community," Joon answered.
"What lifestyle? And what community?" At this point, I was really shocked because of these freaks. I had so many questions but all I wanted was to keep as much distance between them and me.
"We really do not intend to make you afraid or hurt you I promise, we ju-" David tried again.
"What lifestyle?" I interrupted him in fear.
David looked at Joon and then back at me. "You see some people live with a certain lifestyle, which is to others a bit... different-"
I got impatient, my nerves got the best of me as I interrupted David again, "Just tell me already!"
Now it was Joon who spoke up, "The clg/ddlg lifestyle."
"What!?""We conduct the ddlg lifestyle around here," Joon said as it was the most normal thing in the world. I couldn't believe my ears. I knew the sort of what it was, just the general idea. I remember how I sat in the back of the classroom in high school and it was because of that I could hear most of the people's conversations. Nobody paid attention to me anyway. So this one day I heard two girls in my history class talking about BDSM and something about little's and doms.It was not much what I heard, but what I did know and what was the most important in this kind of lifestyle was consent. Currently, that concept was thrown out of the window because I had this feeling that they would force this lifestyle, this fantasy on me."Yes indeed," David supported him, "that is a lifestyle where you have Daddy doms and little girls. We will be your doms and you will be our sub as a little girl. But no worries we don't like the sexual part between the daddy and the g
While Joon left to get something, David was busy looking through the dresser for in God's name what. I stopped struggling, knowing by now that wouldn't work. My chest still moved quickly up and down from nerves. These men were crazy creeps and I had to get out of here. Now I was looking around me for something to get me out of these restraints.Seconds felt like hours. I didn't like waiting for what's to come. I felt my safety was at stake here. Like prey wondering when they would be hunted down by their predator.The entrance of Joon in the room snapped me out of my thoughts. He held something in his hand but I couldn't see what it was. I squinted my eyes in the hope to make out of the shape of the object he was holding, with not much success. They were whispering to each other and walked up to me. I hated that I didn't know what was going on.The two men looked like giant cats sneaking on their next meal. Desperately I struggled against my restrain
David left the room with me in stupid baby clothes and that freaking diaper. Only there was no time for sulking as we were walking through the house. Now was the right moment for me to look for escape routes. But the only thing I saw was a long hallway and the stairs leading us downstairs. I only got a glimpse of the front door, after that, I saw no more signs what could possibly lead me to an escape route.We walked past the living room and went into the kitchen. First I didn't know what was waiting for me but it was already too late when I sat in that torture device. He had put me in a highchair, a highchair! I couldn't even remember the last time I sat in such a chair because I was too young to. Conclusion I didn't need a highchair. These men get more and more on my nerves."Get. Me. Out. Of. This. Chair!" I knew they wou
After breakfast, Joon took me out of my chair and put me on his hip with my head on his shoulder. I hated how close I was to my captor. I hated how my body made contact with his. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. In my mind, I had run already half a mile from these psycho men. I never liked physical contact because I had only bad experiences with it. So, them touching me was absolutely the worst.I saw that we were walking towards the living room with David following us. While they were talking I was taking in my surroundings. I needed to know how this house looked like so when I could walk again I knew my fastest route out of this house."Joon you should really see this, she looks so cute with you!" David squealed."Then take a photo babe. I would like to see the
If I could disappear or turn invisible right now I would do it in a heartbeat. Right now I was laying down on a big changing matt and to say it was humiliating was an understatement. First I had to deal with the mere thought that I had peed without knowing and then with the thought of getting changed like a baby. This was absolutely degrading. The whole time I was getting changed by David I had looked away while I was crying.What did I do to deserve this? Couldn't the world just give me a break?"Sssh Fleur, sssh, it's alright. It's just a quick change. Look here we go. All cleaned up and ready for the day." He picked me up and put me on his hip. Instead of walking out of the room he sat down on a rocking chair and started rocking us.David said sweet nothings to me while I was
After the little chat I had with David I felt fear and hatred in me. These men were just as horrible as any other men close in my life. Beating me when I did not listen. Why do I need to listen to them? Who are they to order me around? Now I think of it, nobody has the right to order me around. Saying what I can or cannot do. It is my life.But the longer I sat on his lap the more comfortable I got. His chest was warm and from time to time he stroked my hair and kissed my head. As he said to me earlier he cared about me, which was hard to believe. Nevertheless, it was a foreign feeling for me. People around me tend to not care about me. I remember my childhood and teenage years as being very lonely. People only talked to me when they needed me for their own selfish needs.Having friends was a concept I was not familiar with.People
I was happy. Days, no weeks, I had studied for this important test and it had paid of, all those hours of hard work, all those sleepless nights brought me to this moment. I was too eager to get home, I ran instead of walking. I couldn't wait to tell my parents the good news. They just had to be proud of me, right? Of course, I worked so hard and had a good grade. No an excellent grade. With that thought, I ran even faster.I arrived at my home and quickly put the key in the door and walked through the opening. Once inside I made a beeline to the living room. There I saw my mum and dad drinking their afternoon tea and coffee. Perfect both of them were home so I could share the good news at once."Mum! Dad! Look, Look!" I bounced up and down as I stood in front of them."Fleur! What did we tell you about your loud voice?!" My mother scolded me with a frown on her face"And what did we tel
After I calmed down and the three of us filled our stomachs with lunch, Joon had left us again to go to his office to work. David had decided to take me again to the living room."Now that your tummy is all filled up with yummy food we can do something fun," David spoke to me in a baby voice. "So what do you want to do sweetie?" He looked at me, waiting for an answer.I just shrugged my shoulders. I really wasn't in the mood to do something 'fun'. I wasn't in the mood to do anything at all. I felt empty knowing that things wouldn't get better for me, only worse.Just like at home I wanted to curl in a corner and just listen to some music. I wished that I was invisible to them as well. Joon and David's attention was torturing me. I wanted to be left alone."How about some coloring?" I looked at my hands where those stupid mittens were still on and looked back at him."Are you serious? With these?" I asked while holding up my arms.&