A Lost Life

Ryan walked into the room and set a bowl down in front of Kylie. Her eyes went wide and she wanted to throw up. “Eat,” he ordered. She shook her head. There was no way she was going to eat canned dog food. That was disgusting. She moved away from it. “Are you not hungry?”



“I can’t eat that,” Kylie muttered.



“Of course you can. It’s just chicken and beef with gravy.”



Once again Kylie shook her head. “It’s gross. It’s dog food…I can’t eat it. I’ll throw up.”



“It’s either this or you’ll starve. I don’t care really. I’ll leave it in here for later in case you decide that you’re hungry while I’m gone.” Ryan stood and readied himself to leave. “Get back in your cage.”



Sighing, Kylie did as commanded, and Ryan placed the food in there with her. He shut the door and locked it. “Uhm…,” she started but did not finish as she remembered the no talking without permission rule.



Ryan turned to her. “What is it?”



“Why are you making me stay in here?”



“So you learn your position here. You know what a female dog is called don’t you. Well you’re my little bitch. You should get used to it. The sooner, the better. Perhaps if you are good the next few days, I can let you out and get you a mattress to sleep on and a blanket, but that is only if you’re good and do what I tell you to. I can make this easy for you if you let me. I’ve already told you that.”



She nodded just hoping that she could be good and please him enough to where she could get out of the embarrassing dog cage and have something to sleep on that wasn’t a cold concrete floor. A blanket would be nice as well. She could cover up then if only for a little while.



“I’ll be back in a few hours. Try to eat.” With that said, Ryan left the room, turning the lights off on the way out.



“Even if I were to eat this, how could I when I can’t see anything?” Kylie whispered to herself. “I just want to go home. Casey, help me.” Tears fell again down her now pale face.







About three hours later, Jason and Emma arrived back at the house, Ryan asked how it went. He led Emma into the back room and told her not to leave before listening to Jason. “It went well. She behaved. She hesitated a little on one pose that she was to do, but other than that, no problems at all,” Jason told him.



“Good,” Ryan replied. “Did the pictures look like they would turn out nice?”



“They definitely will. Once all of the touches are done, she should sell nicely.”



“Yes.” Ryan ended the conversation and went into the room he had left Emma in and shut the door behind him. He asked, “How do you feel?”



Shrugging, Emma answered, “I don’t know really. I’m just glad that it’s over. I hated it.”



He nodded. “I know.”



“So why are we in here?”



“There’s no reason. I just felt like coming in. I thought that maybe you could break the rest of the day and play a video game or listen to music. You don’t have to, but I thought I’d give you permission if you wanted.”



“Will you stay and play with me?”



“I can’t,” Ryan told her. “I have other responsibilities at the moment.”



Emma sighed and wrapped her arms around Ryan’s shoulders as he sat down. “That new girl? Can I meet her sometime?”



“I want to be the only one she sees for a few more days and then I’ll think about it.”



“And what if I’m gone by then?”



Chuckling, he answered, “You won’t be. You’re profile won’t be done for at least three weeks and then there is the viewing time of two weeks before offers can be made.”



“You know that no one will buy me right? I mean, Michael doesn’t even want me,” she said frowning and going in front of him.



“It’s not that he doesn’t want you. He has no space for you at the moment, and there are plenty of men who like you enough to buy you. I’m not sure if you’ll go to a club or a private buyer though.”



“Ryan, why do you talk so casually about it?”



“You knew this would happen eventually Emma.”



“It’s different though…selling a person… I mean am I just an object?”



“You’re not an object. You’re property. There’s a difference.”



Emma’s anger began to finally come out and she yelled. “There is not a difference! How am I property? How can you really say that you own me? I’m my own person, and if it wasn’t for my father, I never would have been here in the first place!”



“Quiet,” he commanded her calmly. Ryan grabbed her arm and stroked it softly. “Would you rather be back with your father?”



“I…I don’t want to go back with him. I don’t want him to hurt me again. He never even cared about me…He’ll kill me…”



“You don’t have to go back. You were given to us because of your father’s gambling addiction.”



“His life or mine, and he decided to give me up so he wouldn’t be shot. I hate Brad, and I hate you, too, but not as much as my father.”



Ryan stood and led Emma out of the room and to her cell. “Rest. I’ll be back down in about an hour, and we’ll play a game.”



Lying down on her cot, Emma shook her head in agreement with Ryan as she saw him walk off.







Back upstairs, Kylie curled her legs up into her chest and rocked back and forth. She heard a sound outside the door and then it opened and the lights were turned on. Her eyes again needed to adjust before she was able to look Ryan in the eyes. When their eyes met, he smiled. “Good girl.”



Walking over to the cage with something in his hand, Ryan said, “You still didn’t eat.” He sighed. “I hope you don’t keep this up. It’s not good for your health.”



Kylie quietly spoke, “How can this be good for my health?”



“You spoke without permission.”



She swallowed. “I’m sorry sir! I won’t do it again!” She then pressed her lips together to remind herself.



“You’re lucky I’m in a rather good mood today or you would have been hit.” He unlocked the cage and told her to crawl out. She did slowly trying to remember to keep eye contact although it was hard. “If you don’t eat, you need to at least drink some water.” He opened the water bottle he had in his hand and poured it into the bowl next to the cage before bringing it in front of Kylie. “Drink.”



Taking a deep breath, she reached out to pick the bowl up when Ryan gently placed his shoe over her left hand. It was not enough to cause pain, but enough to get his point across. Kylie shook her head.



“You need water, and I’m not leaving until you drink all of it. I can always whip you until you decide that you want the pain to stop. It won’t feel very nice, so are you going to drink like I told you to?”



She blinked before leaning her head down over the bowl and sticking out her tongue to lap up the water as quick as she could. It took her a while to drink all the water in this fashion, but she finally finished, and Ryan was pleased. “You were thirsty. Now we just need you to eat.” He reached on the inside of the cage and brought out the food. He sat that in front of her as well. “Eat this and I’ll bring you some Kool-Aid to drink. You’ll eat it eventually. The sooner you eat this, the sooner more privileges will be given to you, which includes better food. I want you to be happy here.” He noticed Kylie giving him a look that asked if she could talk. He told her to go ahead and speak.



“I really will throw up…,” she told him.



“Then take your time. I’ll wait until you finish. You don’t have to eat all of it, but at least eat half. That’s all.”



“I can’t…”



“Yes, you can. You need to eat. Now take a small bite and swallow. You’ll be fine. I promise.”



“I don’t trust you.”



“I know you don’t, but you have to be open so I can prove to you that you can trust me.”



Kylie stared down at the dog food before her before once again leaning herself down. Opening her mouth slightly, she licked up a small bite with her tongue. Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to ignore the taste of it. She swallowed quickly, coughing along with it. “It’s sickening.”



“You’re doing fine. You ate some already, so now you know you can do it. Five more and then you can stop. You’ll get used to the taste eventually,” Ryan said to her.



She immediately started to cry again. “Eventually?”



“Don’t forget what you are. Tell me.” There was no reply, just more crying. “Tell me Kylienna! What are you?”



“Your bitch,” she answered softly.



“Whose bitch?”



“Yours!” is what she yelled back at him before going back into the cage and facing the wall.



Ryan stood and took the bowl of food and put it back in the cage with her. “Just remember that, and you’ll do fine here. You still have to take five more bites.”



Stubbornly, Kylie turned to the bowl and quickly took five bites, swallowing them all within seconds. Once she finished, she faced the wall again, and tears soaked her face.



“I suppose that’s better than nothing. You should be more respectful though. You’re angry. I get that. I’ll ignore it for now. Don’t act like this again.” Beginning to walk back to the door, he said, “I’ll be back in the morning. I’m going to give you something to think about for tomorrow. You can pick pain or pleasure. It’s either me fucking you anyway I want or you pleasuring me in anyway I tell you to. If you struggle or complain, you’ll be beaten with the cane right over there.” He pointed to the cane hanging from the rack near the cage. “It leaves nasty welts and is much worse than a whip.” He opened the door, and before leaving wished her a good night. “Sleep well.”



She screamed.



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A/N:

Just watched Jeepers Creepers 2. Interesting movie. lol My roomie is in bed, and it\'s 1:30am. I should get to bed, too. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter which was extremely difficult to write. Don\'t forget to R&R! Love you all!