She hated this. There was nothing else to do. It felt so wrong, so horrible. She needed to do it though. She needed to survive. She wasn’t sure how much time had past, it was hard to tell in this room, there were no windows. He came and went with meals, but they didn’t seem to correspond to any mealtime. Sometimes she was sure it was breakfast and she would be given burgers, other times she thought it was dinner and she would be fed cereal. She spent most of the time sleeping when she was alone. She was tired though she didn’t know why. She thought at first that he might be drugging her food, but when he entered the room she always woke. He was gone now, so there was that to be thankful for. She had listened to him rant and rave, agreed with him, even commiserated with the sick fuck. She was still alive, there was that at least. She didn’t know how long he usually kept his victims, but she didn’t think it was long. He was treating her strangely, there were lingering glances sometimes. He had told her his plans, she had tried to act excited, aroused. If he thought she was fucked up too, maybe he’d let his guard down, think she’d join him. Once she was free from this chair she’d be able to escape. He came in, his hands empty. He had started visiting her more and more, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of the increase of visits, not yet at least. “How are you doing?” “Ok I guess. A little sore from this chair.” “I’m sorry. It isn’t designed to keep people this long.” “That’s ok. I get it, you don’t know if you can trust me. It’s safer for you.” “…right.” “When are you going to do it?” “Soon I think. A day or two.” “I wish I could see it. It sounds so exhilarating.” “It can be.” “You will tell me all about it, won’t you?” “Of course I will. I might take some pictures too for you, as souvenirs.” “Really? You’re not just saying that?” He looked at her for a moment, then looked at the bed, she maintained her smile as he examined her. He stood and started to leave. “I will be back in a few moments. I need a second.” He left the room. Her heart was beating quickly, he had never left so abruptly before, not while calm. She didn’t know what it meant, but she feared that he had seen through her, that he was going to do what ever it was he had been planning.
He paced outside the room, thinking. It was a terrible idea, it was such a risk, but it could be good. It might make things better. Enhance them. He saw something in her, something that was inside himself. It was there, they both knew it. Maybe he could bring it out of her, teach her to embrace it rather than suppress it. Was that why he chose her? Was she supposed to be an apprentice, a partner? He could help her, she could help him, they could become unstoppable together, maybe even have children. He had never considered it a possibility before, he had always thought it impossible, he could never raise a child how he would like, never be able to show them the glory of his work. He couldn’t just forget about it and go about his original plan, he needed to know for sure. If he was wrong it could be dangerous, but if he was right, what would he be throwing away? He had to do it. There was no other option.
No. He couldn’t. Of course he couldn’t that was stupid. Who knew what would happen if he was wrong. He could be caught, she could kill him, anything.
But what if he was right? No. He knew he was right. He had to be. He had seen it before, in others, as they past him on the street. He sometimes wondered if they knew they had it, or if they just went about their lives until something happened which would wake that primal part of them, the part they had buried and hidden deep, deep inside. He knew his kind when he saw them and she was one of his kind. The supplies were already at hand. It wouldn’t be dangerous. He went back into the bedroom and spun the chair around slightly, then he started to open the drawers, making sure they were empty. Once he was sure he left again, she didn’t say anything to him and he ignored her. He returned again with heavy chains. He cuffed one end to the bed, then one around her wrist, he repeated the process with her other wrist, then one last time this time the cuff went around her neck. “If you try to escape I will kill you.” “I won’t, I promise.” “Good.” He started to untie one of her wrists, then stopped. “Here is what is going to happen. You are going to get up from the chair and calmly walk to the bed, if you try to run, fight or do anything sneaky I will kill you without hesitation.” “I understand. I won’t try to run.” he untied the straps, she stood shakily, he held out his hand, after a second, she grasped it. Leaning on him, she went to the bed. She considered running, but she felt weak and there was no way she could escape the chains, not at the moment. He allowed her to stretch, then commanded her to lie on the bed, she felt a faint tremor of fear. After she sat down he asked her to stick out her legs, one at a time. As she did he chained them too. She had freedom to move, not much, but some. He left her again, once he left the room she stood up and tested how far the chains stretched. She could move about three feet from the bed, it was better than before, at least now she could stretch and move. The bed wasn’t that comfortable, but it wasn’t as bad as she feared.
He stood outside the door, listening to the chains clink and move. He felt better about doing it now, it had to be done. He went to the kitchen and started to make her food. Once he was done cooking he ate his, then warmed hers up. After a few moments searching he found it, a bag of plastic cutlery, he put it on the tray and carried it in. “I’m going to allow you to feed yourself, if you try to attack me I will kill you.” She nodded, then he placed the tray in front of her. She picked up the cutlery and began to eat, doing so slowly. When she was done he took the tray and left the room, she was smiling. It had worked, she didn’t think he did this for everyone, she might be the first to leave the chair alive. She would just have to play this a little longer, then she would be able to escape. She was full and surprisingly content, just feeding herself had made her feel stronger, more in control of what was happening. She would escape. She knew it. She had to.