kneel before the crown.

Bailey wanted to die. She had never felt like that before. She'd never been suicidal, never really suffered from depression or anxiety. The world had been her oyster after she graduated from high school, she was taking a year off just to explore the world a bit before she launched into college. She also needed to figure out what she actually wanted to do. On a road trip to visit Seattle for the first time, Bailey had never expected her life to end up the way it was.

She was currently tied up in some man's basement. She'd been beaten and raped by him so many times that all she was hoping for at this point was death. She didn't care how, she just wanted this to end. Bailey was sure that she had been captive for over a month but it was sometimes hard for her to tell what time of day it was or anything else so she couldn't be too sure.

Lifting her head just slightly when the basement door slammed open, Bailey whimpered and tried to push herself further into the corner but it was useless.

"You're boring me. It's time I exchange you for someone a little... newer. More exciting," the man chuckled, producing a syringe. Bailey started frantically thrashing but it was no good, the needle was pressed into a vein and before she could even ask what was going on, her head dropped and she fell asleep.

The man who had first bought her was bored; would sell her back to the trafficking ring he had bought her from and then purchase a new girl.

Zacky walked down the corridor of an underground warehouse, his nose wrinkling at the smell of piss and semen that filled the air. As he followed the two men who were escorting him to the girls he could choose from, he looked on either side of him to see barely breathing women locked away in small cells. He felt no remorse for them, he believed these girls were here for a reason, to be punished for their sinful, lust-filled ways. He only hoped that God would have mercy on them in the end.

At the end of the hall, one of the men opened up a rusty door, that led into an extravagant, luxurious room filled with red velvet furniture, with a large catwalk that ran down the middle. "Sorry for making you enter in through the back." The escort smirked as he led Zacky into the room. "We're remodeling the lobby." Zacky waved off his apology, feeling his pants grow a bit tighter. He was glad he got to see what was behind the scenes, knowing that all of these women were living in filth and torture made him happy.

"It's okay, just show me the girl." Zacky said as he walked over to a chair lined with velvet. He sat down and picked up a glass of wine that had been poured for him. He expected nothing less for the price he was paying. He didn't believe a single girl could be worth thirty-thousand dollars, especially one that had been used, but that's what he paid. At least he was getting a full experience out of it.
He was happy though that his priest at his local church had passed on the knowledge of this place. He needed a hobby to get out his aggression.

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Melody didn't know where her graduation trip had gone wrong. On a trip to Seattle with her friends, somewhere along the line she had been drugged, kidnapped and stuffed in a cage in some disgusting warehouse- god knows where. She was terrified that she would never be free again, that she would never see her family again. She had thought she had such a bright future, after highschool she had already been accepted in Yale, with almost a completely full ride. Melody thought her future had endless possibilities, but now it just looked like she may not even live very much longer.

She didn't know how long she had been in that cage before being drug out, washed and paraded down a cat walk in a room full of red velvet, in front of a man who looked ather like she was a piece of meat. He had his head buzzed, and was adorned in a black suit, with a clerical collar around his neck. When she heard the man say he would take her, Melody had a small inkling of hope in her chest that this man would help her, all the religious men she knew seemed self righteous enough. But if this man was in this sort of place... dolling out this sort of cash, it rubbed her the wrong way.

The moment the words left the man's mouth, a black sack was thrown over Melody's head and she was drug off the catwalk, and prompty knocked out just a few steps later. She didn't come to until she was far from the warehouse, locked up in what seemed like a basement. She could see a small window at the top of the wall adjacent from her, and a set of wooden stairs that led up out of the cold, stone room. It was mostly empty besides the chains that were attached at her ankles and a few tools and boxes. All Melody could think about was the countless horror movies she had seen, and all the bad things that happened to girls like her in them. She had a feeling she didn't have much time left, but she was to weak to even bring herself to her feet, let alone try to find a way out.

{bailey's outfit is something like this}

Bailey openly sobbed as her limbs were dragged this way and that, being forced into what she swore was the skimpiest lingerie that she had ever seen. Or, well, she didn't think it was even enough to qualify as lingerie because it was simply a bunch of chains strung together through large loops. The only saving grace that she had was that they formed some sort of underwear to cover her most intimate parts. Wincing as her wrists were chained to her sides to keep her arms out of the way, Bailey bit down on her lip to try to quiet her sobs as she started being dragged out of the small room she had been kept in.

"Better put on a smile 'cause you don't want to know what happens if you don't sell..." the man growled in her ear before tossing open a door for her to walk through. Bailey clamped her eyes shut, shuddering as she took a timid step forward. Her breathe hitched as she stepped into the room, her eyes trained on the floor in front of her.

The man's words ran through her mind but she couldn't seem to get her tears to stop. Bailey started to look up, her cheeks flushing as Zacky got a good look at her. She couldn't really see him for her tears were making her vision cloudy but still, she felt sick to her stomach. Uselessly, Bailey tried to pull her arms around her body but they only moved an inch or so before the jingle of the chains keeping her arms at her sides stopped her.

---

Matt had brought Melody home nearly a day ago but with his wife arriving home unexpectedly early, Matt hadn't been able to do anything with her. He was antsy now, frustrated that he hadn't gotten to play with his new toy. It wasn't until his wife left for work with the kids off to school the next morning that Matt was finally left alone. The moment the door clicked shut, Matt was already half hard as he started for the basement door. He pulled out the keys from his pocket, unlocking the door before he started down the stairs. Matt didn't hesitate to lock the door behind him again, not wanting anyone to accidentally stumble upon what he kept in the basement. It was soundproofed so he never had to worry about anyone hearing whatever girl he kept down below.

A smile broke out on Matt's features when he saw that Melody was actually wide awake. "Ah, darling," he called, palming himself through his jeans. He wasn't wearing his priest clothing, instead donning a pair of black jeans and a plain black tshirt. He smirked as he approached Melody, tugging his jeans up to kneel beside her.

"Do you know who I am?" Matt asked her, waiting for just a few seconds to let Melody answer before he let out a frustrated sigh. "I am your new God. I decide when you eat, when you sleep, when you get the chance to enjoy yourself," he paused, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. "But most importantly, when to punish you for your whorish ways, little girl." He reached out, cupping her cheeks, brushing his fingers through her hair. "Don't you think it's time for a confession, hm?"

Zacky's eyebrows rose just a tiny bit as the girl stepped out onto the catwalk. She was clearly shaken, trying her best to move her arms from her sides to cover her body, but the chains on the lingerie wouldn't allow that. Tears were streaking down her cheeks, but she was trying to force a smile on her disgruntled face, obviously at the commands of the men trying to sell her.

Standing up from his chair, Zacky placed his drink back down and walked up to the catwalk, moving his head from one side to the other as he walked around her on all sides. "Poor girl." He whispered to her, not one emotion on his face. He didn't want her to know what he was thinking, or have any idea of what her new life would be. After looking her up and down and deciding she was what he wanted, Zacky turned to the two men behind him and just nodded.

"Bag her up." One man called, and seemingly out of no where, two more men came up from the side, one throwing a black sack over Bailey's head and the other wrestling her her struggling body. "God have mercy." Zacky whispered to himself as he looked up at the ceiling on his way out to his car.

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Zacky lived alone, he had no wife or children, and rarely any visitors, so it wasn't a concern of his. He also lived out in the country, his nearest neighbor was seven miles down the road, so he didn't have to worry about anyone hearing anything.

So Zacky kept her tied up out in his barn, wanting to keep his home clear of the evil sins he'd be committing on that young girls body. It had been two whole days since he had bought her, two whole days that she had just been sitting out in the barn. He could hear her screams every few hours when she seemed to get rowdy enough to try and hope for an escape. Zacky was nervous, and a little scared, something in the pit of his stomach told him this was wrong, a sin, but he couldn't help it.

Bringing her some food in a bowl, Zacky left his home and walked down into his field, towards the large black barn. On the inside, it was empty of any animals, but haystacks were filling up almost every corner. Bailey was shackled in a corner, hidden inside a stall meant for a horse.

"Are you ready to repent for your sinful ways?" Zacky whispered, holding the bowl of food within her eyesight.

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Melody was positively starving. She hadn't had food since before she was kidnapped, so it had been about a week. Her stomach was churning, and it felt like it was beginning to shut down. Hearing the door to the basement open, she could only have a sliver of hope that the man would bring her something, but she knew the chance was slim.

She watched him come down into the basement, grabbing his dick through his jeans, and it only made her stomach twist more. This is what the rest of her life would be? A hidden sex toy to a demented man of god? She listened to his words, to weak to move or to try and struggle.

Melody was so tired, that she could barely keep her head up to look at the man. "Whorish ways?" She asked, confused, "Confession?" She furrowed her brows as she sat on the basement floor, leaning her head back against the wall. The only comfort she had been given in this basement, was that her chains were loose enough so she could sit down. "I'm a virgin." Melody's eyes darted around the man's face, confused, "P-please, just let me go. My father can pay you back any money that you ask... I w-won' tell anyone-" Melody felt her voice hitch in her throat, immediately, once the man's face changed. He went from looking cocky, with a smirk on his face, to his eyes narrowing, casting daggers at her from his glare, his nose was wrinkled and his mouth was held in a grimace.

"I-I'm sorry, p-please..." Melody frowned, feeling tears fill her eyes.

Bailey's heart had jumped as hope flowed through her when Zacky commented about her state. She had been so sure that maybe this was her break, maybe Zacky wasn't going to turn her into a slave but rather, he was here to help her. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, letting out a shriek of fear as the sack was thrown over her head. Bailey struggled, unable to really give up much of a fight. She'd been starved and beaten for weeks on end, so much so that she had already lost a bit of weight.

She had been stupidly hopeful that Zacky was going to help her but the longer that she was curled in a stall in his barn, the more her hope dwindled. Bailey had twisted and turned, trying uselessly to get comfortable. There was no way that she could get comfortable; with the chains so tight around her wrists and ankles that it made trying to lay down useless. Bailey could sort of straighten out, her knees half bent and her arms pulled to her chest. At some points, Bailey screamed at the top of her lungs in hope someone, anyone would hear her but the days wore on and there was no where for her to go. Her energy levels were dropping more and more, with the heat, not being able to rest, and no access to food in sight, Bailey was sure that she was going to die here. Would her family ever find her? Would they ever know what happened to her?

Bailey had started to cry, saying a silent prayer that her family would at least find closure. Her head hung as her shoulders shook, silent tears flowing down her cheeks. She had no fight left in her. When she heard footsteps approaching, Bailey whimpered and tried to push herself into the hard wood of the stall that had been her home for the past few days. Spotting the man from a few days ago, Bailey shuddered. His words sent a chill down her spine as she let out another broken sob. It wasn't until Bailey caught sight of the food that Zacky offered that any sort of renewal was felt. Bailey wanted to die, sure, but Jesus, was she starving. Bailey shifted, trying desperately to move onto her knees. She swayed once she was there, trying to ignore the pain of the shackles digging into her ankles. "P-Please. I just.. I just.." Bailey trailed off, her voice hoarse from crying and misuse. "I don't know what you want from me," she whispered, biting down on her lip. Dropping her head, Bailey reached out with her shaking hands. "P-Please, sir..." Bailey bit down on her lip, her stomach twisting as a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. "I just... want to go home."

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Melody's confusion was enough to spark Matt's anger. His eyes narrowed as he let out a low growl, shaking his head. He knelt beside her, not even hesitating as he backhanded her. He snarled, gripping her chin in a bruising grip. "The first thing that you're going to have to learn here, little girl, is that you don't lie to me," he hissed between gritted teeth. "You wouldn't be here in the first place if you were that innocent!" He barked at her, his anger only spiking the more he hovered above her. Melody was acting all innocent and he knew damn well that it was all a lie. He didn't believe that she was a virgin, there was no way that she was in his mind.

"I don't want your money, girl. I want to punish you for your ways. I want you to repent for the sins that cunt of yours has caused you to commit. It's the only way that you'll be saved; the only way you'll be able to enter Heaven," Matt whispered, sounding genuinely concerned at the thought. And the silly thing, Matt was. He wanted Melody to be able to enter Heaven, he wanted to save her because that was who he was. He thought he was doing it right.

"Tell me. Do you willingly give your confessions or do I have to force it out of you?" Matt demanded, his voice taking on a harder edge. "Remember, girl. Do not lie to me!"

Zacky couldn't deny that seeing this weak, starving girl on her knees in front of him didn't make him feel like some sort of a God in his own right. He was the only thing standing between this girl and death, and having that sense of power felt like a rush for him. He listened to her cries and pleads, and when she called him sir, he could only feel his dick twitch.

Shaking his head, he smiled and leaned down on one knee, shaking the bowl of food slowly in one hand. "You want this?" He asked, holding it just out of her reach. "Then I need you to confess." He whispered, "That's the first step to finding redemption." He told her.

He stared into her eyes, seeing just how crazed she was becoming from the heat, from the lack of food, and apparently the lack of sleep. She was beginning to smell just like the stable around her, dirt and grime coated her body, the worst being around her feet, under her nails and in her hair. The white panties and tank top she wore was now stained yellow and brown from the muck around her. "Admit your sins to me." Zacky sneered, growing a little impatient the longer she just stared at the bowl in his hand, remaining silent.

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Melody let out a loud cry when Matt raised his voice. Her cheek was stinging in pain, but she couldn't worry about that, that was already done, she was more terrified about what would be coming next. She looked up at him, shaking, tears streaming down her face, "I-I'm not lying! I-I was kidnapped from a tour-" Melody couldn't stop her body from convulsing. She was dirty and so tired, and even more so starving. So hungry, she felt like she could throw up.

Even if Melody wanted to play along and pretend to confess something, to make this deranged man happy, she couldn't even think of a lie to conjure up. Her brain was barely working from how tired and sore she was. She had been unable to find any sleep laying on the cold floor of his basement. She had been to terrified to shut her eyes.

"Please, sir, please-" She begged, dropping her head and whining, "I-I haven't done anything!"

Bailey let out a broken sob as her head dropped, tears steadily flowing down her cheeks as Zacky shook the bowl of food at her. She wanted it, she was starving and yet, Bailey was struggling to find the energy to even voice that. Her heart leapt into her throat when Zacky mentioned redemption. What redemption? She had no redemption to seek, it wasn't like she had asked for things to happen to her. She had simply been on a little road trip when her entire world was turned upside down. How did she even begin to explain that to the man in front of her?

He was keeping her captive in a barn meant for animals; it wasn't like Zacky had a single care when it came to her or her wellbeing. Sniffling, Bailey looked up to the food before her gaze met his. She seemed to shrink beneath his gaze, his anger was so evident and it completely terrified her. There was no way for Bailey to change her circumstances so all she could do was do as Zacky told her... except she had no sins to admit to.

Bailey's face crumbled as she let out another sob, shaking her head as she squeezed her eyes shut. "I-I c-can't," she stuttered, pushing herself back toward the wall of the barn. "I don't.. I didn't.. I didn't ask for this," she answered in a weak voice. "I was.. I was kidnapped. I was forced into this. I didn't want to do this! I was just on a road trip with my friend!" Bailey exclaimed, trying to reason with him. "I just.. I just want this to stop. The pain, the abuse. Please."

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Matt scowled when Melody declared that she was innocent, that she had done nothing wrong. He sneered as he glared down at her, his features morphing into pure hatred. He didn't like liars, he didn't like when people were anything other than honest. He couldn't understand why Melody just wouldn't confess. After all, he was a man of God. He could help her, he could bring her salvation so that when she eventually passed away, she would be allowed into Heaven. He was here to save her but he sure wasn't going to save her if all she wanted to do was lie to him.

"God brought you to me so that you could seek salvation. So that I could help you and yet, you're here beginning out relationship with lies. What part of that seems like a good idea to you?" Matt scolded her, his voice deepening as he tilted his head to the side. "Lying to a man of God will get you nowhere, whore."

Wrapping his fingers in her hair, Matt yanked Melody's head backward. He forced her to move onto her knees so that she was kneeling in front of him. "That's better," Matt whispered, brushing his thumb over Melody's bottom lip. "If you've never done anything wrong... why don't you show me how much of a good girl you can be, hm?" Matt pressed, pushing his thumb between her teeth. "Maybe then I'll think about giving you something else to eat."

@ castle.
[replying from my phone so sorry if this has any errors or is shorter!]

Zacky couldn't hear Baileys pleads for mercy, or her attempt at trying to explain how she wound up in this predicament. He was to blind by his sense of righteousness and his mission, that all he heard was lies spewing from her mouth. "We don't ask for a punishment, my dear. We are dealt it." He turned for a moment to his side and sat the bowl of food on top of a haystack that was settled in the stable they stood in.

"Our glorious God crossed our paths for a reason." He began as he turned back to her. Pushing up his sleeves on her shirt, he began to kneel down to her level. "I'll ask you one more time. Repent and be rewarded with food or continue to lie and be punished." He whispered, reaching out his hand to brush the hair back from her face.

He didn't expect her to just blurt out all of her wrong doing by him simply requesting it. He did however expect to have to force it out of her and if he had to, he was prepared. "I can be your savior or your executioner." He stood back up on his feet, reaching above the haystack where he had placed her food, to a scythe that hung on the wall. Plucking it from where it rest, he looked down at Baikey with a demented smile. "Your choice."

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Melody could only gasp as this man jerked her head back by her hair. Feeling his rough hands glide over her soft lips and his thumb pressing into her mouth, only made her shake and sob more. "P-please- I've never..." She cried as she glanced up at him. Being down on her knees, she knew where this was going. "I-I don't know what you want- I can't-" Tears poured down her face as she watched anger flicker across the mans face once more.

Feeling a ping of fear in her gut, she slowly reached her hands up to his belt, loosely grabbing on to it as she whimpered. Slowly beginning to undo it, Melody dropped her hands and fell back on her ass, letting out a louder sob. Just imagining being forced to service this man was enough to shake her to her core. "Please, I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry! I'll be better, pl-please, don't!" She cried with baited breath as she scooted herself back against the wall and tried to hide her face behind her hands.

When Zacky declared at no one asked for punishment, Bailey realized that he wasn't going to hear anything that she had to say. She wasn't going to receive any sort of mercy from him, no matter how much she tried. She bit back a broken sob as she hung her head, not even trying to stop her tears. Bailey had stopped crying days ago but Zacky's new found presence was enough to renew her fear. Zacky had been the man to buy her and she was a fool to think that he was going to be any different from the first man who had bought her.

Looking up through her eye lashes, Bailey couldn't help the loud wail that fell from her lips when Zacky presented her with the scythe. She stared at it, her stomach and heart both sinking. She swallowed around the lump that had formed in her throat, biting down as hard as she coudl on her bottom lip. Bailey was sure her lip was busted, the warmth of the blood causing her stomach churn. Bailey couldn't remember the last time she had had a well cooked meal.

"Please... please. Kill me," Bailey croaked, leaning forward as she bowed her head in defeat. "Just.. just do it!"

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Matt had been prepared for Melody to do as he said so when she backed away from him, the lingering anger that had sparked int he pit of his stomach returned with a fiery spark. He sneered as he reached down, yanking hte belt from his belt loops. "I don't think you are sorry, Melody," he spoke, his voice taking on a hard edge as he glared down at her. "But I will promise you one thing. Through my time with you, you will learn what it means to pay for your sins."

Folding the belt in half, Matt smirked as he watched Melody cower into the wall even more than she already had been. Without a word, Matt brought it down on her. He didn't care where he hit, simply that he did. And he continued, until his chest was heaving and he was exhausted. Dropping the belt, Matt glared down at Melody's broken form. "You will pay for your sins, girl. Whether you want to or not. I don't allow just anyone into my congregation."

@ warmnessonthesoul.

[I thought I replied to this one, sorry!]

Zacky shook his head and held the scythe so tight his knuckles were turning white. "Are you that blinded by your sins that you would rather face death than repent?" He threw the scythe to his feet and grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head back up so he could look into her eyes. "You're so lost, but I'll help you find the path." He let go of her hair and grabbed the bowl of food and handed it out to her.

He didn't understand why she couldn't just admit to him her sins and then be freed from the guilt they caused her. If she was so willing to meet death, it was obvious to him they were weighing heavy on her soul. "Our God is a merciful God, you'll see that soon." Zacky watched her scarf the food down like she had never seen food before. He pushed her hair back watching as she just brought the bowl up to her face and ate like a dog. Once she was done, he took the bowl back and unhooked the chain that bound her to the horse stall and unlocked it. He wrapped it tightly around his fist and tugged on it. "C'mon, follow me."

Leading Bailey out of the barn, he headed back towards his house that was up the hill. You could see it from where they were now. It was a nice little house, white, large oak tree that towered over it. He tugged her along behind him like some sort of dog and once they were inside, he locked and deadbolted the door before unchaining her hands. "You need a shower." He caressed her cheek, smearing the dirt that had collected on her skin. He wrapped his arm around her waist, eyeing over her small body. She was gorgeous, and even though he knew it was a sin to lust, he couldn't rip his eyes away from her. He lead her to his bathroom and forced her inside. "Go on, start the shower. I'll go find you some clean clothes." He knew there was no way out of the bathroom. All there was, was a small oval window at the very top of the wall that no human could squeeze through.

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Melody laid crumpled in the floor, whelps forming all over her shoulders, chest, arms and even two on her face. They were beginning to burn and bleed and she just looked up at him like he was the most evil thing she had ever laid eyes on. He had cracked that belt down on her numerous times, with a large smile on his face as if it was bringing him some sort of sick joy and she was sure that it really had. She gasped for air, squirming away from him to cower in the corner, pulling her knees up to her chest. She let her fingers trail over the whelps she could see rising on her skin and the moment her fingers caressed them, it felt like someone was taking a burning blade to her skin and busting it open. She cried out in pain, covering her face with her hands.

"W-What did I do?" She cried out, not necessarily to Matt, but just to the wall. She didn't know what she had done to find herself in the predicament. Was it because occasionally she would backtalk her parents? Because that one time she snuck out of the house and got drunk with her friends at that park? Nothing she could think of was anything that was necessarily horrible or evil, so why was she finding herself here now, being tortured?

@ castle.

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Bailey was praying harder than she even had to escape when she was first kidnapped. She was only asking for death because she knew there was no escape here, there was nowhere for her to go and she had no clue where she was... and if she had no idea, what were the chances that her family or the police would ever find her? They were slim to none, she was almost sure of it. What was the point in being hopeful when she had been chained in a barn for days on end with no human interaction? She had begun to think that she was going to die out there, with not a single other human to react to.

Wincing as her hair was pulled, Bailey's eyes were barely open. She was exhausted, dehydrated, and starving - the fresh light from the opened barn door was harsh on her eyes. Before she could even really react to his words, the bowl of food was pushed into her hands and she devoured it with no regard to how she looked. Sniffling as the bowl was pulled away from her, Bailey wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She'd basically just wiped dirt from one side of her face to the other but she paid no attention to it.

Stumbling after Zacky, Bailey struggled to even stay on her feet as they walked toward his house. She wasn't stupid enough to get hopeful, fully knowing that there was no one around that would help her. Zacky wouldn't be taking her into the house if there was. Biting back a sob at the mention of a shower, Bailey simply hung her head as he unlocked the chain around her wrists. She hated that she leaned into his side when he wrapped an arm around her but she couldn't help it. She was weak and her willpower was gone - even just leaning on Zacky offered her a bit of mercy and she would take whatever she could at this point.

Bailey didn't even think to turn the water on warmer once she had stepped into the shower, shivering beneath the spray of the water. She hadn't showered more than a few times over the past few months but those times hadn't been pleasant, warm showers. They'd been used as just another tool of torture. By the time that Zacky would return, she had started to scrub the dirt and grime from her skin. She had thought long and hard about using the shampoo in the corner of the shower but ultimately decided against it because she didn't know what would happen if she ended up pissing Zacky off. She didn't really want to even find out.

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Matt huffed when Melody didn't seem to understand why she was here to begin with. He gave a shake of his head, grinding his teeth together as he looked away from her. "What did you do?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, his words sarcastic at best. Matt tugged his pants up slightly before he knelt down in front of her. Reaching out, Matt brushed away a few of Melody's tears. "Stop. Stop crying. You only brought this upon yourself," he spoke, his voice taking on a darker edge.

His features began to soften slightly when all she continued to do was cry into her hands. Matt sighed as he stood, crossing his arms as he looked down at her. "I hope that the next time I come down here, you'll have some sort of confession ready," Matt snapped, turning on his heel. He knew that if he lingered downstairs with how upset Melody was, he might end up giving in and showing her some sort of mercy and that was the last thing that he wanted. He needed her to come to the light and confess her sins before she began to see the better side of life again.

Zacky entered the bathroom once again, holding the clothes he had brought her loosely over his arm. He didn't even try to keep it a secret as he looked at her in the shower. She looked like she was having an awful hard time trying to scrub the residue of the barn off of her skin, and it was no surprise why. He sat the clothes down on the sink and pulled back the shower curtain fully, leaning in to grab the loofah he kept hanging on the wall. Zacky pulled his sleeves up to his elbow and grabbed some of his body wash and poured it onto the loofah and gestured for Bailey to come closer.

When she hesitated, just staring up at him with wide eyes, he tried to contain his annoyance and just grabbed her by her elbow and pulled her to the edge. "How are you going to get clean without soap?" He asked, smelling her hair that still held the odor of barn animals. He began to scrub her body down with the loofah, watching as the soap mixed with the water and slid down her body, leaving it glistening. Her curves were practically shining as he swept his hand over them. He licked his bottom lip and sat down on the edge of the bath tub, moving his hand down her waist, taking the sponge between her legs.

He watched Bailey tense up and heard her start to cry, and he couldn't hide how much that turned him on. "Why are you crying...?" He whispered, though the smirk on his face told that he wasn't to concerned. "We have to clean you up." He smiled, moving the sponge out of the way and letting two of his fingers slip inside of her. Bailey was tensing up so much that it was hard to push his fingers inside, but he forced them, dropping the sponge and using his other hand to hold her waist.

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Melody could barely see through the tears in her eyes, but she watched as Matt stood back up and walked out of the basement. She listened to his boots stomp up the stairs the whole way until she heard the door shut and the lock slip into place. 'A confession?' She thought to herself, and the thoughts only made herself feel more and more sick, unable to think of anything she might've done that would lead her to be here.

In all honesty, Melody didn't even believe in God or the Devil, or any religion to be quite frank, and she wondered if Matt knew that. There was no questioning the fact that he was just an insane religious nut, but perhaps he knew Melody was an atheist, and that's why he was punishing her? Did he want her to confess that she was a non believer? Melody didn't know what was the right answer. She thought of the time she snuck out to go to a party in eleventh grade, how she had gotten drunk and sucked some guy off in the bathroom and that was the only bad thing she could ever remember doing in her whole life.

She heard footsteps moving around above her head and she wondered if Matt had a wife, or children, and then she began to wonder if there was any way she could get their attention. But what if they already knew? What if they were all in on it?

Melody leaned against the wall and just curled in a ball, letting the tears stream down her face.

@ castle.
(Will do!)

Standing in the shower, Bailey couldn't stop shivering no matter how hard she was trying. She wanted so desperately to reach out and turn the knob until the water was warm but she was afraid to, she had taken such a small thing as granted before when she was captured, only to be beaten for it. For wasting money on hot water, for wasting shampoo.. for just about anything and everthing. Trying to scrub her skin clean was difficult but still, Bailey tried to use her broken nails as much as possible. She jumped when Zacky entered the bathroom, tensing as he neared the shower. She knew he was going to look at her and hell, she knew where it was probably going to lead and that turned her stomach.

Bailey looked up, eyes widening as Zacky urged her closer. She knew what he wanted from her but she was too afraid to move, sure that Zacky was just going to beat her for not getting clean enough or... Bailey didn't know. She'd long since stopped trying to rationalize the things that were done to her. Gritting her teeth as Zacky began to clean her off, Bailey felt a sob building in her chest the further down the loofah moved.

Her breathe hitched as Zacky's hand moved between her thighs. She hiccuped, looking toward the far wall as tears slid down her cheeks. She shrugged her shoulders, wrapping her arms around her torso as she dug her nails into her sides. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered, letting out a louder sob. Her entire body was shaking but she didn't fight, she didn't dare reach out to push Zacky away or try to stop him. Sniffling, Bailey reached up a shaking hand to try and wipe her tears away. "I-I'll stop," her voice cracked and she gritted her teeth together, doing her best to silence her cries.

"I-I-I c-cleaned my h-hair," Bailey forced out, hanging her head. "A-As b-best as I-I c-co-could," she did her best to explain, hoping that at least she had done something right.

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Matt had gone upstairs and showered, dried his hair off, and dressed in clean clothes by the time that his family returned home. His two sons burst into the house before his wife and they immediately ran toward him, excitedly telling him about their day at school. Letting them go on for a minute, Matt was quick to urge them toward the kitchen table where they began to work on their homework. Matt was strict about them working on their school work before they got to do anything fun. His wife would make an after school snack for the boys while he headed off to the living room to relax.

His wife was aware of the girl that was currently in his basement, she wasn't the first one... and she probably wouldn't even be the last one. Matt smirked to himself at the thought as he sat down in his chair, excited to go back down those steps once the boys had gone to bed. The basement was sound proof so he didn't have to worry about the boys' being woken up... or for any guests to accidentally overhear something.

@ castle.

Zacky ignored her tears, her sobbing going in one ear and out the other. He had tugged the shower curtain back and forced Bailey to the edge of the tub so he could reach in. His fingers ran up the front of Baileys thigh first, before sliding between to her thighs.

“Have you had sex before?” Zacky asked as his fingers ran back and forth over her cunts lips. “And don’t lie to me.” He looked deep into her eyes, trying to figure out all he could about her.

Zacky could feel just how wet Bailey was, even if she had no control over it. His finger accidentally slipped in and he let out a small gasp, feeling how warm and wet it was on the inside. And tight.

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Melody had fallen asleep on the cold hard floor for a couple of hours. It was absolutely pitch black, so dark that Melody couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face. The only little bit of light was coming from the top of the stairs, streaming out from underneath the locked the door.

She crawled as close to the stairs as she could, trying to hear anything she could. “Okay, boys, it’s time for bed!” She heard a muffled voice call and little footsteps ran overhead. Followed by heavier footsteps approached the basement door.

“Goodnight, sweetie.” A woman’s voice could be heard before the basement door started to jiggle open.