"It is always interesting what you find when you go wander through stores and shops downtown, is that not true, my dear?" The dark and chilled words fell down around the girl as she sat gagged and bound to a simple chair. Her long red hair was in a tussle and unkempt.

But then, she had lost track of how long she had been in this position. Her arms felt raw and pained. There was very little circulation going to her legs because they were so tight. She had fought so hard against the chains holding her in place, she was forming small bruises. Her eyes burned with a hatred and passion that could not be defined by the muttering behind the gag that wrapped itself around her mouth and head.

He chuckled, appearing in the cylinder of light that flooded down on her. She could not see past the edge of the light. "I am sure that you have many questions. Why you are here, how are you going to survive. Of course, there is always the question of 'who are you?'". He stopped behind her, the dark chill of his unnatural flesh pressed down at the back of her neck, surging through her like a bolt of lightning.

It only caused her to toss her head wildly to get his foul touch from her. He of course simply chuckled before walking around in front of her. "It is very simple, my little one. I am going to free you." He stepped back, disappearing into the shadows beyond the light. His footsteps could be heard echoing for what seemed to be forever. "You are going to love what happens to you, my dear. One way or another."

The voice sounded ominous and horrible through the shadows. She steeled herself, struggling against the bonds once more. She was not about to give up anything for anyone, especially someone like this. She hopped a couple of times, trying to get the chair to move even a bit. It still wouldn't, but probably due to the fact it was mounted to the ground.

It seemed like days passed again. Only this time, there was no contact from him at all. Though, water fell on her from time to time. Some times it was warm and comforting. Sometimes it was cold, some of which even made it into her mouth. She shook her head still, trying to loosen something. Trying everything to to escape. Her tear stained cheeks betrayed her anger and fear.

But she did not give up, she could not give up. She had family and friends and was not about to die in this fashion. Something opened, it was heavy and slammed against something else solid. She stopped struggling as the black form stepped in front of her again. His uniform crisp and neat still. He still folded his arms behind him. "Today, you will get the pleasure of screaming for me. Something I have looked forward to for a while now."

As something "clicked" from below her, the chair was suddenly free from the ground. He, however, didn't waste any time as he walked passed her, grasping the back of the chair. He began to drag her off, while she was still bound to the chair.

She muttered and screamed curses from behind the gag. "No, no need to thank me. I know you look forward to the honor of such a thing." She struggled against the metal bonds holding her in place. She jerked side to side trying to throw the chair off balance. It did no good, especially when he released the chair, letting it drop to the ground. "Oh, well, I did not mean to do that." He reached down, a dark gleam in his eyes - if she could have seen it in the darkness surrounding them, taking not the chair back but her hair and began dragging her. Something else open, and a small amount of light escaped into the darkness.

Though, she didn't care. The pain in her hair as she was bound to the chair and dragged by her hair was not so wonderful. The pain was like a thousand needles jammed into her head at once. As they stepped out into the daylight, she felt the rush of a springs wind push around her. She looked to the side and found they were considerably high up! Looking "back" towards where they were, she found the platform was very narrow as to where they were.

She and the chair were flung forward - by her hair - crashing at the foot of a large yellow table that looked like a lying flat robot. "You are going to enjoy this. I just know that you will." Her eyes widened and she began to fight much harder, before his darkness loomed over her, and everything went black.

There was no end to the cruelty that the whip brought down upon the girl. She screamed and howled. At one point, finally taking the offered food from the girls. Little did she know that it was a stimulant to keep the girl from surrendering to her unconcious state. The whip fell on her in cycles, even into the night. He was brutal in his attacks, her body covered in welts and sores. The colors of which would have compared against the falling night.

She lost count of the cycles once she could cound them, barely able to move, but still awake enough to halt him. Tears in her eyes, she begged for him to stop. The whip coiled around his torso quickly, the gentle eve breeze washing over her bloodied body. He approached the table, and she cringed, sobbing harder until a click was heard.

The table released her.

Into his hand.

Again, she was taken. This time by her wounded shoulder as he pulled her off the table and across the floor. She couldn't find the strength to fight, she couldn't argue, she couldn't stop him. He dragged her down a dark corridor, similar to the one that had lead her to this place. She shook her head, Her eyes falling upon her nude form. She sobbed harder, realizing there was nothing left. He dragged her for what seemed forever into the darkness until a something slide to the side, and a low light cast over her yes just before he tossed her into the room. Her hands washed over the strange stone of the floor, they were rounded in a way, but solid. Soft and hard all at the same time. She looked back to the doorway to see the shadowed form standing there.

She watched as the auburn eyes seemed to pierce the darkness of the hallway. "This is where it ends." He said darkly, but there was some form of humor in his voice. "This is the repository, the place you will find safety, the freedom to discover who you are."

She shivered lightly as another breeze flowed through the room, caressing her flesh a moment. She looked around. Light came from the ceiling, but it was low, like a night light giving her some guidence. She looked back at him. "How will I be free locked in this cell?" She demanded in a low voice.

He only chuckled, something that could have frozen the blood in her veins. "I will see to it that you find that freedom. But it is not physical freedom, but mental freedom, for you have already begged for physical freedom, thus you are here now. You begged for the release from the table, from the kiss of the whip..." He paused, watching her with that sick smile upon his lips. "Unless of course, you would prefer to go back...?"

She shook her head, feeling the drops of her tears upon her flesh. The salt of her tears finding its way into some of her cuts, causing her more pain.

"I thought not. Enjoy your time here. I know that *I* will." Though he did not move, the door closed witha solid thud. The small seams hissed into place, leaving her alone.

She dropped to her side, sobbing heavily, violently as her body shook with what strength it had left.

Time again, was lost.

It was strange as she pondered to her self, why the blue squares were more relaxing, at the same time it seemed an electrical charge surged through her body, causing pleasure to wash over her body. She found herself hunting for the blue squares, but her heart and mind listened for the orders to come from the voice above her. She found herself giggling a few times when she was instructed to place her hands on the blue squares or to get on all fours: doing so sent more of a "shock" through her system.

There were orders that were painful to follow like saying her name. Every time she did, she hurt. The blue squares couldn't be found until He said her name. Memories of her past were painful to recall, but those blue squares let her forget them. Friends, family - they weren't important.

Just the instructions from Him, and those blue squares.

Time was so lost, but it didn't matter: He did. There was very little rest allowed, beacuse she needed to learn how to be be better. The voice told her that and it knew better than she did. She worked hard, finding that the more she behaved, the longer she got to stay on the blue squares. That created a new problem: She needed satisfaction, she needed release. Once when she tried, the square instantly turned red leaving her in "heat" for several hours. She learned quickly to wait for instructions.

One time, she wasn't sure when, the door opened. The black form stood there. He had been so cruel to her before, but the blue squares made up for it. His arms were folded behind him as the shadows concealed most of his face. She approached and knelt. It was rough and unpolished, but she knew her place now.