Obedience

DEDICATION:

I dedicate it to everyone who has ever thought how nice it would be to be kidnapped

NOTE!

This novel is STRICTLY intended for readers 18+. It will contain BDSM, sex and torture scenes. In this novel, the main character will be kidnapped and sexually abused, but later he will get used to it.

I just want to warn you, if anyone does not like this, I SINCERELY ASK you not to read this book.

THANK YOU!

PROLOGUE.

Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be kidnapped? If not, I have. More than once. Not three times. But many times, when I thought it would be better to be kidnapped than to have to get up and go to school every time.

Of course, this sounds funny or even childish, but I swear, when I was ten, it seemed very brave to me.

Imagine a headline that read: "Ten-Year-Old Vincent Boxter Kidnapped on His Way Home!"

Everyone in town would be shocked, excited, and looking for me because they would get a few dollars for finding me.

And I would become a kind of town celebrity.

Isn't it cute, right?

But now I'm not ten anymore, I'm nineteen. And I don't want to be kidnapped by a maniac who is obsessed with me anymore.

No, right now I would really rather stay at home, where it's so warm and cozy, than here.

I look around the large, but relatively empty room. All I see are white walls and wooden floors, probably made of oak. There are no windows, just a few lamps, which are enough to keep the room bright all the time. There are a few more bookcases that I definitely don't want to touch. And, finally, one large bed, which is too much for one person.

Well, I could say that I live in luxury, but there is one small problem.

I'm kidnapped.

And, no, this is not a dream.

I'm fucking kidnapped.

Well, my dream has come true... but now at least I understand why, when my parents heard about it, they wanted to send me to a psychologist or psychiatrist.

I sigh heavily.

I look at the clock hanging on the wall, which is right in front of my face. It is 8:45 in the morning.

So He should be here soon, I tell myself, predicting that there is a very strict order and punctuality here.

Although I don’t know how long I spent here, during this “short” time I realized that it is very important to do everything at the same time in this place. You can never be late, you can never miss a single minute or even a second, because He punishes you for it.

Of course, it’s very easy to be late when you have nowhere to be late, right?

As expected, the metal door unlocks immediately in two minutes with a sound that would wake even my father.

Because if he is sleeping, he is sleeping: nothing will be able to wake him up.

Except for this fucking sound, I check in my mind.

Or this guy.

Him.

Indeed, this is not some maniac or a person who appeared from nowhere. No, I know him very well. This is the guy I saw every day and my friends and I laughed about how fucking pathetic He was, because we thought we were superior to Him.

But now I realized that He was just waiting for my mistake, which I made the day I made fun of Him in that library...

The metal door opens fully and He appears, carrying a tray in his left hand and a glass of water in his right.

"Good morning," the guy greets me, placing the tray and glass next to me, in a sincere voice.

I look up at Him.

"Good... morning..." I hesitate a bit, whether I should even greet Him, because I know He doesn't really like "banal" greetings.

But the guy just sneers darkly.

"How are you feeling today?" he asks.

I think for a minute how I should answer such a question now. I understand that He already knows how I feel, because, as He said, He has been studying me for a very long time, so it would not be surprising if He said my own feelings for me.

I look at the plate.

There are two eggs on it with bacon and bread.

My favorite dish, I tell myself in my mind.

“Mmm…” I pause. “I feel good.” I finally answer Him.

For a second, He just looks at me with suspicious gray eyes, but soon a smile of satisfaction appears on His face. However, it does not reach the boy’s eyes, as if it were fake.

But how can you know that He is telling the truth at all?

After all, He kidnapped me...

God, get a grip, Vincent, I scold myself. Father would be very upset with you... and so would my friends. But what would my friends say in such a situation? Probably, grow some balls and stand up to Him. Don't be an ass and helpless, because He's just a simple scientist. Nothing compared to you.

"Hey, did you hear what I told you?" my thoughts are interrupted by the guy's hot voice.

I timidly look at him with a questioning look.

"I-I'm sorry, but I-I didn't hear what you said..." I admit, making a guilty face, but in my mind I'm already preparing for the worst.

"I asked, is it delicious?" to my surprise, He repeats his question in a tone that is not at all angry, but rather... with something deeper.

I frown, unable to believe that the guy didn't slap me in the face with his palm, as he always does when I don't listen to Him.

"Y-yes," I barely squeeze out.

He smiles.

"Then it's wonderful," he says, getting up from my bed. “Eat all the rest of the food, and I’ll figure out what we can do today, okay, honey?” The word “honey” sounds more like a threat than a pleasant word, and it sends shivers down my spine.

“Of course,” I mutter, so quietly that I barely hear myself say it.

Finally, he disappears, closing the door.

I’m alone again.

I look at the plate containing my favorite dish and realize that maybe this “monster” isn’t such an idiot and crazy after all.

No, you have to get up and get out of this place at the first chance you get, I tell myself.

Still, something deep inside me whispers to me that I want to be here. Not because I’ve been kidnapped, but because He kidnapped me.

I know it’s disgusting, but strange thoughts flood my mind, interrupted by the door opening again.

I quickly shove the rest of my food down my throat and swallow, drinking plenty of water.

“Oh, how sweet that you ate it all,” the guy says.

I force a small smile.

"Of course I had to eat it all." I answer Him in that obedient tone.

Obedience.

That’s right.

He wants me to be obedient. Completely obedient. Like a dog. I understand that this is not normal, that this is exploitation. However… something inside me tells me that I am starting to like being obedient…

God, I have to get out of here, I tell myself. I have to get out of here before I go completely crazy.

Unless…

It’s too late…

“So, I’ve been thinking about something, Vincent,” He says in a joyful tone.

My heart stops for a moment.

When He’s too happy, it doesn’t mean anything good for me.

“Do you want to hear it?” he asks.

I hesitate for a moment, wondering how I can best answer.

“I… I think so.” I finally tell the guy.

He even jumps up from his seat.

“Amazing!” he exclaims, sitting down next to me. “Today I want to surprise you.”

“For me? A surprise?” I ask Him, not believing my ears.

Since when does He want to “surprise” me?

“And what is it?” I stammer.

“I want you to choose what you want to do today. Isn’t that amazing?”

“A-me?” I stammer again.

He nods.

“Yes, you.” He repeats.

I hesitate again.

"But why are you letting me choose?" I squeeze.

"Isn't it obvious?" He smiles. "Because today is your birthday."