It was never Maisie

I wake up. Same clothes on my body but now with an added collar and leash. I look around confused, Im on an unfamiliar mattress in an otherwise empty room.

Eventually someone walks in "Good morning sleeping beauty" the voice is familiar. I look around the empty room and see him. Maisies father.

"Mr Peterson?" I asked confused. "Is that you? What's happening?"

"I really thought you were smarter" he says shaking his head "sorry about all this" he points to the leash bolted into the wall.

Still confused I just look at him in shock and shout "What? Why? You can't just kidnap me"

"Sorry again." I struggle against the leash.

"It'll be easier if you don't fight." he says calmly. As he says this Maisie walks around the corner down the corridor, the only entrance and exit to this place.

"Maisie help me" I shout exasperated. She doesn't move but keeps smiling at me.

He chuckles "He still doesn't get it" he says looking at Maisie

"Get what?" I ask unable to hide my anger.

"Honey, show yourself" Mr Peterson says calmly, and just like that Maisie slowly turns into her mother... and the gears start to turn in my head... She's turning back into herself it was never Maisie.

"EWWWW I slept with Mrs Peterson" I say in disgust to myself. Truth be told she was still a beautiful woman, in her late 30s or early 40s, but you'd known her for so long it's like sleeping with your own mother.

"Hey, be nice" says Mr Peterson sternly "That's my wife and you seemed to enjoy her yesterday"

"Oh it's just a shock for him honey" Mrs Peterson says sweetly.

He laughs "Imagine his surprise if we went with initial plan"

"What plan" I say quickly

And just like that Mrs Peterson transforms back into Maisie, she walks towards me, slowly stripping, as she's behind me completely naked she gives me a hug. I sink into the comforting warmth until I start to feel something poke in my back, I look back to see she has a comically large penis, twice the size of mine. "What the hell" I say jumping.

"Relax" she responds, turning her penis back into a beautiful flower. She kisses me on the cheek and walks away.

"So this might be hard for you" he says knowingly "but you pose to big a threat to my daughter and if we kill you, the curse can go to someone else."

He sits there waiting for me to put it together. "So you're going to keep me prisoner here?" I ask terrified at the answer.

"DING DING DING" He says happily.

"Look we know this sucks" adds Mrs Peterson "and this room isn't much yet, but we do like you, we're going to add to it, we'll give you a gym, a TV, DVDs, consoles, a library." she pauses again "It'll take some time but we'll turn it into a home for you" she says optimistically

"People are going to notice I'm missing" I say defiantly.

"We've already bought tickets to Somalia in your name for next month" Mr Peterson responds. "Show him" he says looking at his wife.

She transforms into a spitting image of me and says "I was inspired on my trip. Im going to make a difference. I'm going to volunteer to build schools in Somalia" she says, mimicking me.

I sit there shocked. "I take it I'm never coming back from Somalia" I say tears coming down my face.

"Sorry no" They both respond.

I sink into my new mattress defeated.

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I lost track of time. Months, maybe years later they had made good on their promise. Although I had never seen the sun my room was amazing. Having a state of the art private gym and heaps of free time resulted in great results for me physically. The best part though, Mrs Peterson replaced my collar with an electric shock collar that was fitted with a mic. I couldn't leave the area or say the word Maisie, both would result in a shock that would instantly drop me similarly to the tazing I once got.

But with the comfort of the collar Maisie started visiting me. At first she just started bringing me food twice a day like Mrs Peterson once would, after a while we started hang out, then slowly it got more physical. It was ironic, the life I always dreamed off. Maisie and I together, my body looks as if it's been chiseled by Michael Angelo himself, but no-one could see it.

Day after day, year after year. Life continued like this. Changes happened inside and outside my room, but I never saw the changes outside.

Then one day, the visits stopped. After a week I was starving. I found myself lying on the floor and then It happened, she walked in Maisie, but she looked different. She was clearly older than when I saw her a week ago, a bit heavier, hair had bits of gray in it.

She sees me on the floor and rushes to me "Scott" she says in shock, tears running down her face. "I thought you died" She brings me in for a hug and clings on tight "No-ones seen you in 40 years"

I gulp, everything coming together. For forty years I was her mothers sex toy... at least she never used that penis she once showed me I think to myself.

"How did you find me" I ask weakly.

"My mum passed away a week ago, my dad did 18 years ago" she sniffles "We're clearing out her estate, we didn't even know the house had a basement"

I can't help but laugh all these years I've been missing, I've been wondering where they kept me and I'm down the street from where I grew up.