"You ARE Mine"Aaron heard the sound of the clicking heels become more faint. He wondered why he was taken by a captivity mistress? The reasons for his capture were not evident to him at all. He tried to treat everyone at his company very well. Sometimes, the deadlines were stressful ,but he pitched in every time there was an overload of work to be done. What could possibly be the reasons for capturing men this woman had? Revenge? Excitement? Psychological torment? Aaron had no idea and just wanted out!

Held captive through the intercom

He started to shiver slightly, as the cool air in the room made his skin feel clammy. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled the thin sheet around his body. He heard a short crackle and an annoying hum, then the voice started. “Did anyone tell you to touch that sheet?” Aaron could not believe he was being asked this question, before he could stop himself though, he said, “No.”

“No, WHAT?!!” The voice said, obviously incredulous at his lack of respect.

“No, Ma’am?” His voice broke as he did NOT want to anger her, whoever SHE was.

“That’s right, you are learning.” “Maybe you will be able to save your putrid, pathetic species after all.”

Putting a captivity slave in his place

Aaron could not imagine what he could do to save mankind. He wondered if all men were bad. Surely not, he tried to be nice to everyone he met. Never missing the chance, to give the homeless man on the corner a dollar or tipping his favorite waitress at Chili’s extra, he thought people liked him. Maybe, they really didn’t because this mistress evidently hated him! She must have been trolling for a new toy captive for a long time. His thoughts wandered, as the lights went out and the door creaked open. Aaron was naked and vulnerable, afraid of what might happen next.

**** If you missed part 1, read it here . ****