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Chapter 26

Kitlyn

Another two weeks passed, making it a month since my kidnapping. After the pool incident, things settled down a bit between me and Atlas. He was still his usual fucked-up self, but he wasn't as demanding and couldn’t do enough for me.

He allowed me to have as many chocolates as I wanted and overindulged me with my favorite Rocky Road ice cream over the last two weeks. I knew he used those treats to control and condition me.

I wasn’t stupid. He massaged me almost every night and took special care of my butt after the spanking. Joey spent less time here and more time with his new boyfriend.

I wasn’t sure why he bothered getting into a relationship with someone, because we were heading for the island soon. Since being allowed out of my bedroom, the plans to leave changed to six weeks instead of three months.

So, we have two more weeks here, then it’s off to St. Thomas forever. Great! I still have no connection to the outside world. I know he will never allow that. It would be too easy for me to escape or have the police show up here at the house. As great as escape sounds, I do not know where I am. I haven’t set foot outside in four weeks.

Being held against one's will is nothing to write home about, but at least I won the war on the life jacket. He punished me for something so damn stupid. I held my ground about wearing a life jacket while swimming in the shallow end.

Atlas finally relented, but he sat beside me, watching me like a hawk anytime I used the pool. I hate being treated like a baby, but this is my fate unless I can figure a way out of here.

I wonder how he isn't exhausted from his attempts to control everything in his life and keep me under his thumb 24/7. That must be tiring.

He never forgets to lock the house up…ever. I hoped and prayed he would slip up one time, but God hasn’t answered those prayers yet, and I have a strong suspicion he never will. Atlas has done nothing sexual to me since the one time we had sex. I know he gets turned on every time he touches me, but he hasn’t pushed the issue.

Maybe he has a side chick who gets him off; who knows? I’m not complaining, even though I get excited when he touches me most of the time.

I don’t want to go there in my head because it just confuses me more. I hate being in this crazy situation, but things look grim regarding escaping this little cage he created.

I just got through showering alone, which he’s allowed me to do more often. At least he's giving me some personal space.

Yara hasn’t been here since the pool incident, but she is coming today with some guy, Jacob, and his brother Zach. Atlas told me they had some business issues to discuss.

Although I was within earshot of his and Yara’s conversation a few times at the pool, I still heard nothing that was said. They practically whispered the whole time.

I also didn’t want to give myself away and look like a nosebag, so I just kept swimming back and forth until my damn leg knotted up. I hoped to get information about my location to know where to run if I ever got out, but of course, that didn't happen.

I am not permitted to watch any of the news channels. That is the forbidden zone. If Atlas isn’t sitting with me, then Joey is. I don't have access to the internet, and I am not allowed to use my cell phone. He has the device locked away in a safe somewhere in his bedroom. It’s like I am stuck on a deserted island without a single luxury.

I feel like I’m on an episode of Gilligan’s Island.

My only company is Tuna, Atlas, and Joey occasionally. I long for my friend Becca. I cherish her friendship, and I feel lost without her. Sometimes, I wonder what it would have been like if he had taken her to keep me company. I laughed at the thought. This is how fucked up my mind is from being isolated from everything.

I am only twenty-three, and I'm missing out on the everyday stuff other people my age take for granted. I looked at the outfit Atlas had picked out for me.

A light blue sundress, a blue thong with a matching bra, and blue platform sandals. He still doesn’t allow me to pick out my clothes. He sent Joey shopping for me a few days after I was thrown into the most fucked-up situation of my life. Even though I wasn’t here under the best circumstances, I must admit the guy had good taste.

There wasn’t one outfit I didn’t like. The fact that I couldn’tchoosewhatIwanted to wear upset me. It only reminded me of my confinement. I dressed and threw my long hair into a messy knot on top of my head. I usually don’t even dry it anymore. What the hell was the use, anyway?

I wasn’t going anywhere special.

I was happy to see Tuna lying on my bed this morning. Although Atlas said the cat had to stay in my room all the time, he was given a free pass to roam all over the house.

I was so happy he didn’t take him away from me after the pool incident. He never even threatened me with it. I caught Atlas petting him on a couple of occasions.

No matter how much he supposedly didn’t like cats, Tuna seemed to have won him over. I oversaw his litter box, though. Under no circumstances do I let it get full or smelly.

I know he wouldn't hesitate to ship the animal off if I let that happen. I never shirked on that responsibility. My cat has always been my therapy.

I took one last look in the mirror before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. I wasn’t thrilled that Yara would visit today, but who am I to say anything about it? I am just another piece of furniture around here.

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