Isabella laid broken, her face was covered in the cum she had thrown up. She could hear the man downstairs, moving furniture? He already robed Isabella of her pride, was he robbing her house as well? He clambered up the starts, grabbing her by the wrist he dragged her down stars to, the bathroom?

“Get in. Get clean. If you try and leave and I’ll stay until your mother comes home and she will take your place.”

Something about the way he said It caused Isabella to believe him completely. Isabella would rather die than have her mom feel what she had felt tonight.

She asked him why she needed to be clean. He responded with a quick slap to her face. Her face stung as she walked into the bathroom. There were no windows in the bathroom, and nothing she could use to escape. She turned the water on to hot and got into the shower. It felt so good to clean the cum off her face. She was rejuvenated. She knew something bad was going to happen, and that might be her last chance to get out of it. Slowly and carefully she opened each cabinet drawers, looking for something, anything that could help her. She found nothing.

“Hurry up”

He called threw the door. She replied, “ I need some clothes” he had sent her in without any. He laughed a deep laugh before telling her to get out. With a nervous breath, she did as she was told. He led her to the kitchen table. Except he had dragged it out into the living room and cleared the space around it. Isabella stood next to the table, where the couch used to be. She wasn’t sure what to think, why would he mess with the furniture? She wanted to ask him, but the sting on her face from the last time she spoke up still sting. She was silent.

“Get on the table.