Alone.

Maisie woke up slowly. Her head was pounding and it almost hurt to try and open her eyes. She rolled over and gasped as her apparently bare back touched something freezing cold. She suddenly became aware that wherever she was, it was icy.

And she was naked.

She became acutely aware that her arms were being held over her head. Trying to pull them in for warmth, they stopped abruptly, and she heard rattling metal. Was she chained to a wall?

Panic started to set in, and she looked around wildly, trying to make out anything about the room she was trapped in. She thrashed her legs to no avail, as she found them also chained to something solid.

Panic rapidly turned to terror and a scream formed in her throat. She screamed and thrashed until her throat and limbs hurt. As she stopped, trying to catch her breath as her chest tightened in fear, a light clicked on directly overhead. Maisie winced, the light burning her eyes. She could hear a door open, and footsteps click along the floor.

"Ah, good. You're awake. You pulled a nasty little stunt trying to run like that." The man's voice was deep and unfamiliar, but distinctly a Brit. She squinted, trying to fight past the dazzling light in her eyes to look at her captor.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She felt a hand glide along her stomach. It felt rough. Definitely not the kind of skin she'd expect from the owner of a house like this, assuming she was even still at the big house.

"Because you're young and pretty and dumb enough to take **** and suck a stranger's cock while he takes pictures of you. Not to mention you don't really have the financial backing to really do anything about the ****, so here we are. Oh, unless you meant why are you chained to this table. That's because you tried to run. Should have just come in the front door. There was a lovely table of food and drink for you. Oh, well." The rough hand pinched her nipple hard and Maisie fought to restrain a groan of pleasure.

"Please just let me go, I swear I won't-"

"'oh I swear I won't tell anyone mister, please let me go, I'll be good'. Oh save it. You tried to run, now you're stuck here. You made your choice, and now you get the live with the consequences." He gently stroked her cheek. "Someone will be along soon to feed and water you, and a little while after that, we'll discuss the terms of your... captivity."

Maisie shuddered involuntarily at the idea of being a captive for someone to use. "I have people expecting me. I have jobs to do!"

The hand left her face and the footsteps receded. "Then you'd better accept the terms quickly, or you'll have to explain exactly what happened to you." He laughed, and she heard the door slam shut.

Maisie blinked rapidly, her eyes finally adjusting. Her room was painted bright white, completely unbroken except for a silver mirror and a black door on one wall. She was lying on a silver table several feet off the ground. Looking down, she could see the chains binding her ankles to the wall, with chains to match around her wrists.

The light above her clicked off, plunging Maisie back into blackness. She felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes.