Careful What You Wish For

James shoved the clothes at her. "Put these on," he ordered. Sexy underwear, bra, a nearly see-through halter top, and a skirt that barely covered her butt.

Isabelle pulled the clothes onto her body, relieved to have something to cover up. She took a step to the side, leankng down to try and pull the skirt to cover as much as it possibly could.

James watched her. "Good," he praised, "Now I'm going to lay down the rules for you. Break any of them, and I promise you, I will rape that fine ass of yours. Follow them, and we won't have a problem."

Isabelle let out a quiet whimper, reaching to rub at her eyes. She didn't want to cry anymore but tears still welled in her eyes. the threat was enough to drive the fear right through her core. "There's always a problem," she mumbled more to herself than anything, knowing there would always be something for her to screw up.

James' eyes narrowed at her when she spoke. He snarled. "When you open your pretty mouth, you look at me," he snapped, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

Isabelle shook her head, taking a small step backward. She gripped her other arm, nails digging into the skin to keep her mind occupied. She didn't want to say anything because the thought of looking at him was enough to make her sick.

When she disobeyed him, James' eyes narrowed again. He grabbed her arm, dragging her close. He didn't say a word, but instead held the lit end of the cigarette close to her face, letting her see it glowing red, and then pressed it against her arm.

Isabelle yelped as she was dragged closer to him, her eyes landing on his face. "W-wha-" she fell silent as he held the cigarette up to her. Her eyes widened as she tried to pull away from him. "I-I'm sorr-" before she could finish apologizing, the cigarette was pressed into her skin. She screamed out, tears beginning to fall all over again. She pulled on her arm, trying to get away from the pain. "Please," she sobbed, her head hanging.

"So the bitch has found a voice again," James said mockingly. He removed the cigarette from her arm, grinning at the nice burn mark it had made.

Isabelle shook in his grip, hand going to hold her arm. She swallowed, trying to find her voice again but every time she opened her mouth to speak, she just started crying. "P-P-please don't h-hurt me," she finally spoke, eyes clamped tight as she struggled to calm her breathing.

James smirked. "Sweetheart, you can't tell me what to do." He pressed the cigarette to her arm again, watching her face.

Isabelle screamed again, her face crumbling to a mask of pain. She fell to her knees as she tried to pull back, finally looking up to him to make eye contact. "P-Pl-Please," she tried, choking back a sob as she shook her head.

James laughed, finally pulling the cigarette away and discarding it. "You've been a bad girl, Isabelle," he told her firmly. "You'll be sleeping on the floor tonight."

Isabelle didn't have an ounce of fight left in her. She relaxed, just barely, when James got rid of the cigarette. "I-I'm sorry," she forced the words out. She was hopeful that she'd get the chance to sleep soon - then she'd be able to escape this hell. At least for a little bit.

James tied her hands and feet together again, making her lie down on the floor in his small bedroom. "Don't you dare think about escaping," he growled at her.

Isabelle followed to the bedroom, needing no instruction. Her arm was still throbbing - it served as a reminder of what could happen. When she was forced to the floor, she shivered, head turned so she didn't have to watch him. "I won't," she mumbled, though the thought was enough to spark her interest. If he was fast asleep... She just had to make sure to stay awake long enough.

James smirked. "Good girl." Then he returned to the main area of the cabin, leaving Isabelle by herself in the room.

Isabelle fell asleep shortly after being left alone, only to jerk awake in the middle of the night. She listened intently and heard nothing - the tv must be off. She undid her ankles before rising to her feet, quietly opening the bedroom door. She tip toed toward the front door and as she pulled it open, made a run for it

James was wide awake the second he heard the front door open. "Isabelle," he yelled, running out after her.

Isabelle had already been running but when she heard James call after her, she willed herself to go faster. She had to just keep running and praying that she would get to help before James got to her.