A Lost Life

Ryan didn’t talk for a moment. Kylie sat there shivering slightly, nervous to what he was going to say she had to do not to be punished. Then he finally spoke. “Your extra credit assignment is to touch yourself in front of me.”

Kylie’s eyes were questioning what he meant. “But I already did,” she said quietly a bit confused.

He sighed. “A fast learner, but you’re one that I’ll have to explain everything to.” He took Kylie’s hand in his. “Have you heard of the word masturbation?”

“Yes, but I’m not sure what it is exactly,” she answered cautiously.

“It’s stimulating yourself for sexual pleasure. In other words, you touch yourself just like you did earlier, but you’ll bring yourself to orgasm.”

She swallowed hard. “What’s that mean?”

“An orgasm is basically the peak of sexual excitement. Another word for it is a climax.”

Shaking her head, Kylie replied, “I can’t do that.”

“It’s either that or a punishment,” Ryan reminded her. He let go of her hand and stood up, looking down at her. “It’s your choice. I don’t mind either way.”

“What do you mean by punishment?” Her head fell forward and to the side to where her eyes were facing the floor opposite her left leg.

“It will be something I’ll do that will make you not want to disobey me again. A few examples are beatings, starvation and restraints. Go ahead and make your choice. I’m not going to wait all day.”

She immediately started crying because she didn’t know which to choose. She didn’t want either of them. She just wanted him to leave her alone. She wanted to go back home. “Please…” It came out strained and barely audible through the shakiness of her voice.

Ryan grabbed her up roughly by her hair and dragged her over to the closet on the other side of the room. He opened it up and threw her inside, barring it so she couldn’t escape. There were no lights and she screamed out to him pounding on the door. “Let me out! Please let me out! Let me out! Please!” The pounding continued, but she eventually got tired and it stopped as she slid down to the floor, her face painted with salty tears.


“How’s the new girl?” Brad asked as Ryan stepped out of his room. He was lounging on the sofa watching television.

Ryan walked over toward him and sat in the chair next to the sofa. “Scared.”

“You know what I meant.”

“She’s fine. Locked up in my closet at the moment. I had a little trouble with her, but it was her first lesson. I think I’m going to have the next lesson last about a week. I want to break her quick. She did alright, but she still has limits, and I’m going to take them from her. Limits are not allowed.”

Changing the channel, Brad replied, “So you’re actually going to be tough for once?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’re a softy, Ryan.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “No, you’re just too brutal.”

“I’m a sadistic bastard. What did you expect,” Brad said laughing. “Are you going to feed her today?”

“She’ll have to earn it.” He rested his arm on the armrest. “You’re not using the guest room for anything are you?”

Brad shook his head. “No. You plan on putting her in there for a while?”

“Yeah, that’s where I want to keep her for the week.”

“The stuff is back in there, too. Are you going to use the cage?”

“It would make more sense, don’t you think?”

Standing, Brad answered, “I think so. You never did tell me her name.”

Ryan stood and followed him into the kitchen. “I didn’t? It’s Kylienna. Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“How old is she?” He reached into the lower cabinet and got a bottle of Tequila, pouring himself a glass. “Want any?”

“No. She’s fifteen.”

“The youngest we have, although Nicole had just turned sixteen when I brought her in.”

Screaming was heard coming down the hall, and Ryan sighed. “I hate the fucking screaming.”

Brad chuckled. “So go beat her.”

“That will make her scream louder and give me a headache.”

At that moment, Jason made his way upstairs. “Can you please get her to shut up? I can hear her all the way down there,” he said gesturing to the basement door.

Groaning, Ryan stood up and made his way down the hall. When he got to his room, he threw the door open and unbarred the closet, throwing it open as well, almost breaking the hinges. “Shut the fuck up!” he yelled at her. He then grabbed her roughly by her arm and pulled her down the hall into the guest room. Screaming at him to stop, Kylie started struggling against him, so he decided to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way.

When the door was open to the room, he put her against the wall and took the chains that were already hanging above her and pulled them around her wrists so she was kept with her arms over her head, standing on her feet. He then ripped the white sheet that was draped over the bed and stuffed part of it in her mouth and another piece around her mouth, tying it off so she couldn’t scream anymore. Tears were still streaming down her face as she pleaded to him with her eyes to let her go. He shook his head and turned the lights off as he walked out of the windowless room.

Kylie stood there with her arms beginning to go numb. She kept closing her eyes wanting this to really just be a nightmare even though she knew it was too real to be one. She was starting to feel tired from all of the crying and tried to sleep, but it was to hard in the position she was in. Her body finally gave in though and her breathing went even.


Ryan came back into the kitchen and Jason looked up at him. “Got her taken care of?”

“Chained and gagged,” Ryan answered. “I guess we’re starting the week a day early.”

“What do you have planned?” Jason asked.

“I’m just going to torture her a little bit. She’ll do what I want soon enough. She’s a kid. Kids get scared. Maybe I should just threaten her with that knife again. She seemed to be obedient when I had that up to her throat.”

Greg then walked in the front door and noticed the others in the kitchen. “I’m back,” he said tiredly.

Brad chuckled. “Hard week?”

“I hate clubs,” he replied. “So how were the girls while I was gone?”

“They were good,” Jason answered. “Ryan brought in a new one by the way.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, cute little thing,” Brad added.

“Where is she,” Greg asked wanting to meet her.

Ryan sat down in one of the chairs at the table. “She’s in the guest room.”

“You’re taking the extreme measure for once?”

He sighed. “Why is it that you all seem to think I’m too soft?”

“You haven’t beaten Emma in how long now?” Brad asked.

“She hasn’t deserved it. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Why would I whip her?”

“Just to remind her of her place every now and then.”

Jason stepped in. “She is eighteen now. You should think about selling her soon.”

Nodding, Ryan replied, “When Kylienna is ready, then I’ll start asking for offers.”

“Alright, sorry to change the subject here,” Greg started, “but I’m starving. Do we have anything at all that’s edible?”

“The girls have cookies downstairs in their kitchen area,” Jason told him.

“I’m not going to steal their food. I’ll just fix toast,” he said grabbing two slices of bread from the loaf and placing them in the toaster after plugging it in.

“Suit yourself. I’m going back downstairs.” Jason then left.

Ryan stood from the chair. “I’m going to take a nap before I go check on her again. I’m hoping she passed out. She was crying quite a bit.”

“Planning on waking her at odd times through the night?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, it’ll keep her guessing. Keep her mind thrown from making sensible decisions.” Ryan began to head down the hall to his room saying, “Make sure I’m awake in an hour, and Brad, take care of Emma’s clients for me. Go for at least $100.”

“No problem,” Brad replied, and he heard the door shut to Ryan’s room.

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A/N:
Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I actually changed things around a little bit from what I was originally going to do, but I think it still turned out well. Remember to R&R!