Understanding

Ri’xon - Day 5

She leaves me attached to the chair while she takes a shower. When she comes back she leans over me and whispers into my ear.

“When I come back from town, I’ll take the cattle prod, sit on your face, and make your scream into my pussy until bedtime.“

“Please, Mistress! I know how to give you pleasure now! Let me do that instead!”

She doesn’t even respond to my begging, she just heads into the kitchen and pours herself a drink.

Feeling lost and confused, I finally ask the question I really need an answer to.

“Mistress, why are you hurting me? I answered all your questions. You have what you wanted. Please, stop hurting me. I’ll do whatever you want. Please?”

She laughs. The sound makes my blood run cold.

“I don’t think you know what I want.”

“Of course, I do. It’s obvious. You’re after my ship, my technology.”

“My naive little Pet. I was never after your technology. Just you.”

“Me? I don’t understand. Why?”

She stalks forward until she leans on the back of the chair looking down at me. A terrifying expression on her face.

“Haven't you realized yet? I love hurting you. I’ll spend the rest of my life torturing and raping you. Every. Single. Day. You will become my perfect little pet.”

She means every word. My heart stutters in terror. The rush of fear leaves me gasping, choking on terror so thick I can barely breathe. She smirks down at me. Amused. My world collapses in on itself. I don’t even realize she is leaving until the door shuts behind her. Before long a vehicle drives away. She is gone, at least for now.

She left me here deliberately. She doesn’t think I can free myself. After my last opportunity to escape, I’ve got to admit that she has reason to believe I’m completely cowed. Or, at least, she did. When I thought she would end up leaving me alone, I just had to endure. Now I know better. Hurting me is not an unfortunate requirement to reach her goal. It is her goal. I’ve got to overcome my fear. Escape isn’t optional. It’s required.

After a great deal of painful struggling and straining, despair begins to overwhelm me. None of the cuffs are loose enough for me to escape. The ones on my wrists are firmly attached to the chair. I can’t pull my hands through no matter how hard I try, and my legs cuffs are just as secure. Damn, I can almost get my ankle cuffs close enough to my hands to free myself, but almost isn’t enough. I can’t make that last bend.

Helpless and hopeless, I kneel before the chair. I can’t help but imagine what’s coming. Mistress will have her most terrifying expression on. The one that says she will happily spend hours hurting me.

I remember a few nightmare inducing news stories of people chewing their own arm or leg off to free themselves after terrible accidents. Even if I could bring myself to do it, the leash has my head locked into the wrong position. I can’t even sink my teeth in the chair. That’s it! I’m looking at this all wrong. The cuffs aren’t the problem! The chair is!

After some trial and error, I manage to stand up with the rocking chair balanced above my head. It’s heavy and my positioning is awkward, but I have all the motivation anyone could want. Deep breaths help me focus and gather my courage. I broke out in an awkward half run. The chains on my ankle constantly threaten to trip me up as I rush the fireplace. Leaning forward as I approach, I aim the seat at the corner of the fireplace. With bruising force, I slam into the rock. The world spins, and I feel dazed, but I can’t stop now. She can’t find me like this!

Enough wood splintered to free one hand and that’s all I need! Bruises, scrapes, and a sprained ankle are inconvenient, but I’m only a few buckles from being free. I don’t know how long I have until she returns, so after I free myself, I only spend a few minutes searching the cabin before leaving.

Her clothes are loose but far better than nothing. For the first time in days I’m full. Most importantly, I have a real weapon. The pistol I found in her dresser is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I just wish I had more than six bullets, especially considering how different it is from everything else I’ve shot.

I step outside the cabin and into the fresh air, I just want to reach the safety of my ship. The alien scents no longer excite me. I’m in a large open field. Other than the occasional clump of trees or brush there isn’t much cover. At first, I had no idea where to go, but the distant smell of rotting fish gives me an idea. Hopefully the scent is coming from fish killed when I crashed. I limp towards what I hope is the pond containing my ship.

It is the right place! I’ll be safe soon! I thought it would be hard to get back in the water after the alligator attacked me, but I’m far more scared of Lisa. Without the slightest hesitation, I dive into the water. Once I’m over the ship I dive down to the airlock and safety. A metal grate covers the palm reader. Fear clutches my heart. I try to pull it free, but it doesn’t budge. After getting another breath of air, I dive back down for a closer look. It’s held in place with clay-like epoxy. Damn her! Now I know where she went yesterday. I swim back to shore to give my aching ankle a break while I consider options.

I shiver in the cold, but I have hope again. The problem no longer feels insurmountable. I can probably pry it off with better leverage. If that doesn’t work, hulls are beyond durable, and I doubt anything on the planet can mar it. A hammer and chisel could break through the epoxy. Even a rock might be enough. I search for a strong thin stick to use as a lever. I may as well try that first.