Taken to Gavin's house.

What happened next was a whole lot of nothing. I curled up fearfully in the dark, cramped space and waited, but the sound of the engine didn't come.

I realized Gavin must have returned to the office, maybe he thought driving out in the middle of the day would be too suspicious. I considered breaking out and making a run for it, but from what little I'd heard about the outside world I could imagine what horrors awaited a naked woman with her hands chained behind her back. Nor could I go back inside and let myself be claimed as company property, the door to the stairs only opened with a work ID I no longer had.

My only hope was that another employee would enter the garage before Gavin, and I could get his attention by shouting for help. At which point he'd **** open the trunk, and either escort me back into the office or steal me for himself... such speculation was made pointless as my body, weak from hunger, gave in and passed out.

When I regained consciousness the car was already moving. I was bumped and jostled around the trunk painfully, and all thought of escape was gone. Resigning myself to my fate, I began to cry quietly.

Eventually the car stopped, and a minute later the trunk was ripped open. Blinded by the sudden light, I didn't resist as I was pulled upright and lifted out of the trunk.

My cramped legs could barely support me, but with Gavin's hand in my hair I had **** but to scramble to keep up as he walked inside.

Slamming the door shut, he dropped me to my knees on the hard wood and immediately gave me another powerful slap. "You're mine now, bitch. And the first thing I'm going to do is punish you for your disrespect. For acting like you're still a person."

I whimpered as I stared up at him. He could kill me, I realized. Nobody would care. He might be fired for destruction of company property, but nobody would speak up for me. "Please sir, I didn't mean to. I've been hiding in a closet since this all started! I don't know the rules."

Gavin looked down at me scornfully. "And that's my problem how? You knew when you lost your rights. That alone should tell you you have no business talking as if you were my equal."

"You're right sir, I'm sorry, I should have known. Just please don't hurt me. You own me now, I'll do whatever you want."

"You're goddamn right, bitch. I suppose you're hungry after spending two days in a fucking closet?"

"Yes sir, I am," I said, hardly daring to hope for mercy. "I'd be grateful for anything you give me, sir."

"Fucking better be," he laughed. "Come on then."

Grabbing my hair again, he started dragging me to the kitchen. Unable to stand up, I was **** to shuffle along behind him. No easy task with both hands behind my back. Digging through his cupboards, Gavin filled a bowl with dry oatmeal and another with tap water. Placing both on the ground unceremoniouskly, he ordered me to eat.

Knowing better than to ask for the use of my hands, I bent down carefully and lowered my head into the first bowl. While I ate like a dog, Gavin towered over me and began explaining the rules of the house. None of them were very surprising; I would clean his house, I would prepare his food, I would serve as his living cock-sheath, that kind of stuff. He also threatened me with what would happen if I tried to go outside unaccompanied, and that any disobedience would be met with swift and harsh punishment. When I had eaten and drunk what I could, he finished off with "any questions?"

Grasping at straws, I blurted out the first thing I could think of. "Sir, you have a daughter right?"

Gavin glared down at me. "The fuck do you want to know about her for?"

"You asked if I had any questions, sir!" I hurried, **** to avoid his wrath. "That's my question. She's... she's over eighteen isn't she?"

"She is, and you're going to show her the same respect I expect of you. She's still my daughter, not a worthless fuck-**** like you."

"So she's here now?"

"Yes she's here, get to the point already." Gavin ordered impatiently.

"I will, I will! Sir, you want her to feel safe don't you? You don't want her living in fear of what you might do to her. You're a good man. If you treat me well, she'll know you won't hurt her either. And I'll make sure you don't need to punish me, I swear I'll be good!"