The Disappearance of Ella Bloom · Part 3 (3/6)
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In her room, Ella had given up to find help and had fallen asleep a while ago and is restlessly stirring and moaning quietly as her nightmare continues in her dreams.
In her dream she came home and as promised her neighbor had immediately captured her and locked her in a tiny cage. She has been trying to escape from her new prison for several days now, but he catches her every time.
Roger, meanwhile, stands at the foot of Ella’s bed and hopes the boss can talk some sense into the dumbass sleeping before him so she won’t sue the company into oblivion. Not saying anything he simply grabs her ankles and ties them together with a piece of bandage from a roll from the medicine cabinet. He then pushes another roll of bandage into her mouth and wraps a few windings around her head, effectively muffling her speech. Next, he unfolds a big duffel bag that he found in Quinns workshop, and spreads it open on the bed next to her.
Ella stirs and starts to wake up. Biting down on her gag trying to close her mouth she groans and mumbles something unintelligible.
The man then releases one of Ella's wrists and puts it to her other wrist and ties them together with a piece of bandage as well. He then unlocks her other hand from the bed and pulls her onto the bag.
Quickly waking up, Ella struggles to get free. Kicking at the man, for a moment thinking her neighbor is already trying to capture her she screams and tries to fight, but it’s no use.
The man easily controls his rowdy charge and pushes her legs up and doubles them so he can pull the duffel bag up around her. He pushes her head through the opening and has to push on her arms while avoiding her attempts to hit him. Bit by bit the zipper closes the duffel around her naked body until the bag sits snugly around her and she can barely move anymore.
Ella is more or less lying on her side and mumbles around her gag in protest. She never has so much crap happen to her in one day that she doesn’t understand or has any control over.
With a grunt the man lifts Ella up and drops her onto a cart, the same one Quinn used earlier that day, and she’s wheeled away.
Ella keeps making mumbling noises and tries to draw attention but it's barely audible. They stop at John's office and the crate with her clothes and personal items is placed next to her.
A few more minutes are spent when Roger looks through John’s computer and deletes Ella’s files. Things like her contract and profile and whatever else he can find. He never wants to see or hear from her again when this is over.
When the cart starts moving again Ella whines through her gag but only a soft mumbling can be heard. It’s after 5PM and the office is closed for the day so nobody comes to her rescue.
The cart is pushed through several hallways and down a ramp into the parking garage. Nobody saw them the whole way. She's then thrown in the trunk of a car along with her box of belongings and they drive off.
When the nurse makes her rounds along with the night nurse, they check on Zoey who is doing much better already, but in Ella's room all they find is an empty bed.
"Thank fuck for that…" The nurse sighs.
The night nurse grins and can look forward to a quiet night shift.
They finish their round and the day nurse has forgotten about Ella was ever there before she reaches the bus stop.
6 – A new life It’s just past 9PM when the car finally stops moving and the engine is turned off. It had been driving on gravel or something for a while, but now other than some insects and the ticking sound of the engine it's eerily quiet. The car door smacks shut and footsteps walk away.
Ella is completely worn out. The ride was long and bumpy. She's hungry and feels completely defeated. She’s upset that she let herself get kidnapped and curses her stupidity.
‘Why can’t you ever think about things and do something properly!’ She curses herself. Her whole adult life has been a struggle often ending in failure so far, but this takes the cake by a wide margin.
She’s super scared of what comes next and what she has to do for this mystery boss person. Assuming that that is where she's being taken to. Something like an assistant she hopes. But she can’t ignore reality. Usually new hires aren’t delivered naked in a bag against their will, she’s pretty sure.
After a few minutes 2 sets of footsteps return. The boot of the car is opened and the men start talking.
"So this is her?" A new voice sounds cheerful.
"Yeah, as ordered. But watch out, she's a bit of a brat." Roger warns the other man.
"That’s fine.” The new man says, “Here's your money. Forget what you did today and we'll all get along just fine."
“Oh, and I took the liberty of deleting all her records. It’s like she never came to us.” Roger expands on the supposed damage control.
“Very good, I like that. A lot!” the other man sounds his approval. “Wait…”
Footsteps hurry away and when they return a minute later, “Here take this too. For your efforts.”
Presumably another envelope exchanges hands because Roger smirks approvingly.
"So what’s next?” He then asks. “How are you avoiding a lawsuit like this?”
“There won’t be any lawsuits…” The unknown voice assures him.
“Yeah, ok. Well, anyway, if ehhh… If you ever need a handyman again, call me." Roger offers.
He likes thick envelopes with cash, and on the way here he figured that as long as he doesn’t get emotionally attached or think too long about what he's doing, it’ll be surprisingly easy money. He'll be a bit of a henchman after-all if need be.
"Yeah yeah, just get out of here." The unknown voice sounds impatient.
Ella is lifted from the car and she squeals as she gently lands on the ground. The box with her stuff is placed next to her and the car drives away moments later.
“Lawsuits… You’re all a bunch of fucking idiots.” The unknown voice mumbles.
Hearing that, Ella struggles and whines to get out and tries to escape with renewed energy.
Without warning the bag is grabbed and she's dragged over a doorstep, onto tiles. A few meters further she makes a sharp left turn and she bounces down some stairs and ends up in what must be a basement.
The zipper of the bag is opened and her head pops out.
She looks around disoriented and sees she is indeed in a well lit sort of basement. It's about 4 by 6 meters with grey walls, a darker grey floor and a few ceiling lights. A table is placed along the wall opposite the stairs, it has one chair in front of it.
To the left of the table are a few nondescript cabinets and to the right are the stairs leading up. Other than that the room is bare.
Looking over her shoulder she sees a man behind her.
He appears tall and broad shouldered. A smidge of grey hair around his ears. Probably in his mid 40’s. His brown hair is cut short, he has grey eyes. He’s not particularly handsome, and overall he looks very unremarkable. One of those guys you can walk past a hundred times in town and never notice.
He wears a button shirt and dark blue jeans with brown leather shoes. Like you'd expect from a casual low-level manager type. An expensive watch completes his look.
He stretches his arm out and strokes her puffy red cheek. “Whoa…” he whispers to himself, admiring her innocent eyes.
"Welcome!" He says with a cheery smile, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. He peels the bandage from her face and pulls the soggy roll from her mouth, before getting up and he walks out of sight.
"Who are you?" Ella croaks. "Where are we?"
Ella tries to get out of the bag and starts to scoot towards the stairs, but before she can get anywhere the man returns and grabs her by the chin and holds a cup of orange juice to her lips and makes Ella drink it.
"Thanks!" She mutters. And asks again, "Who are you?"
He says nothing but forces her to a kneeling position so she sits on her own heels and indicates for her to stay. He then throws the dufflebag to the side.
Ella stares at it and then looks at the plastic crate that sits in front of her. There are 2 names written on a piece of tape stuck to the side, ‘Zoey’ and ‘Ella’. Zoey is crossed out with a black marker.
The man turns to the crate and removes its cover. “This is your stuff?” He looks at her questioning.
Ella shrugs, “I don’t know. I think so. Who are you?”
He holds up her blouse and a blue iPhone.
Ella nods. “Those are mine.”
“Not anymore… Alright Zoey, or Ella, whatever your name is. Here’s why you’re…” The man starts.
Ella interrupts, “My name is Ella Bloom! Can I have my clothes? Why am I here? Can I go home? Just give me my things and let me go.”
“You are home.” The man smiles broadly at her.
“What? How?!” Ella stares at him.
“…As I was saying, girl, you’re here because of me, for me, because I want you here. Nothing more, nothing less.” He looks at her with kind eyes.
“In a way I’m glad John screwed up your application. When I was made aware of his mistakes and saw your picture I knew I had to have you. Incompetent morons have their use sometimes, it turns out.” He smirks. “You’re amazingly beautiful. You know that?"
They stare at each other. Ella doesn't think she's all that beautiful. Cute, yes. Petite and lean, sure. But beautiful. Not really. Distracted with the compliment, the gravity of what he’s saying is lost on her.
"Anyway," he continues, "You’re all mine now. Nobody knows you're here. Nobody knows where you went. Nobody will miss or come look for you. But… You're home, here with me. A fresh start.”
“What? No! That can’t be. That’s not right!” Ella gasps, interrupting him again. She can’t believe what she’s hearing. “And what are you talking about? Mistakes? What did John do? Is that why I’m here? They did things to me. My neighbor…”
He looks at her, annoyed at the interruption and she shuts up.
“I know it’s been a stressful day, but be quiet now. And just listen." He warns her, and then. "Over the next 2 weeks you’ll learn your place here. How to behave, what you are and how important that is to both of us. At the end you’ll be presented a choice. Understand?”
Ella shakes her head no. She refuses to believe anything he says.
“Well, no matter.” The man continues, “Maybe you’ll understand soon. Or not…”
“Sir, please, Can I have my clothes? And when do I…”
The man’s arm swings at her with lightning speed and strikes Ella across her cheek. “I told you to be quiet!”
Ella reaches for her burning cheek, looking sideways and quietly starts sobbing. The man sits back down and holds her in his arms, pulling her close.
“Obey me girl and I won’t have to hurt you…” He whispers in her ear. “Understand?”
Ella slowly nods through her tears.
They sit for a few moments and when Ella stops crying the man gets up again and grabs a pair of scissors from one of the cabinets. He cuts away the bandage on her wrists and ankles and pulls her up by her arm so she stands.
She stumbles to her feet and Ella can’t help but stare at her captor. He’s looking back at her as if to think what to do with his petite hottie first. Looking very pleased with himself.
Ella suddenly feels vulnerable and naked for this man. She is naked… But his eyes drill through her, as if he can see into her soul. When she tries to cover her breasts and hide herself he prevents it. He then walks over to the cabinets along the wall and gets 2 sets of small steel bracelets, he puts one on each of her limbs. They click shut with an ominous click.
Ella holds up her wrists and stares at the manacles in disbelief. "What's this?" She tries.
The man says nothing but loops a padlock through her wrist cuffs, locking them together. He then pulls a winch cable down from the ceiling. Her wrist cuffs are clipped to the hook. He then grabs a remote and presses a button, raising her hands until Ella stands on her toes, effectively having her hang from her wrists.
Ella squeals and groans in discomfort.
He kneels down to her feet and Ella tries to kick at him but on her toes she can't find her balance and her legs flail harmlessly through the air. The man padlocks her ankles together and with a short chain locks her feet to an anchor point in the floor. He then raises her up a bit more until Ella’s body is stretched tight and she groans again. She can touch the floor with the very tip of her toes, but is unable to put any weight on it.
He then walks away and grabs the crate with her belongings and places it on the table. And starts looking through her stuff. Trying to unlock her phone but it needs a passcode.
He shrugs and breaks the phone on the edge of the table. It makes a crunching sound as the display shatters and he throws the now bent phone in a nearby trash bin. He then goes through her wallet, her cards are cut with the scissors and thrown in the bin. What little cash money she has goes in his own wallet.
He briefly flips through her passport and puts it aside.
The rest is her clothes and some small things like a hair clip and a packet of gum, her house and bike key and some other small items commonly found in pockets. Everything is thrown in the trash without so much as a second look at it.
Ella stares at this with wide eyes and is speechless. Her life is stripped away before her eyes and there is nothing she can do about it.
When he’s done emptying the crate the man leaves the basement with her passport. When he comes back after about 10 minutes he approaches her from behind and slaps her ass.
"Ow! Stop it…" She squeals in surprise and struggles to turn.
He holds her facing away from him and she feels his penis poke at her behind.
"Ehh hey? Why are you naked?” Ella nervously asks.
He says nothing.
She then naively says, “I was told you needed a trainee, for a personal assistant… No more sex they said. Hello? Talk to me!"
Without a word he spits on her butt and rubs the saliva over her tender hole. Ella protests to no avail and he works his cock into her butt. For the 2nd time in 24 hours she's involuntarily fucked in her ass.
"Owowowowow!" She exclaims, "Noo, nonono! Please, not that!" She cries out with a panicked voice.
But the man doesn't stop and starts thrusting into her ass. Grunting quietly as he enjoys her body holding her by her hips.
Ella whimpers and cries for him to stop but he doesn’t listen. After a few minutes of painful fucking he grunts louder and ejaculates inside her. Pulling out he wipes his dick on her butt and walks away, leaving her panting.
When he returns a little while later he wears pants again and lowers the winch. When she's sitting on the floor he unclips her wrists from the winch but leaves them locked together. He also doesn't release her feet from the anchor point.
Ella feels like an object and decides that if he won't talk to her, she's going to ignore this guy too. Until she’s let go. Following his movements she nervously looks at what he's doing. He sweeps the floor around the table and leaves without as much as a glance in her direction, taking the trash bin with him.
The light goes out, Ella is left in pitch black darkness and after a few seconds a deep voice starts speaking; "Your name is Girl" "You must obey your owner" "You have no free will" "You serve your owner" "You own nothing" "You are nothing but a girl" "You exist for the pleasure of your owner" "You care for your owner" “Your owner is your sole reason for your existence" "You adore your owner" “Your owner is your caretaker and mentor” “Your owner will provide for you” “Forget everything you know” “Girls have no name” “Your owner loves you” “Your owner will make you happy if you obey him” “An obedient girl is a desirable girl” “Obedience makes you happy” “A good girl takes care of her owner”
And dozens more of such instructions. On and on it goes. She’s forced to listen to the insanity that fills the room all night long. With her hands stuck together she can’t even cover both her ears.
7 – Training The next day the man gets out of bed feeling refreshed. He had a great night watching a movie and sees a bright future for him and his new girl. She’s pretty, she’s cute. Her voice is clear and sounds nice.
She doesn’t seem too bright, and other than the occasional struggle and her constantly asking to let go she doesn’t seem to be much of a fighter either. Yes, he's very much looking forward to spending lots of time with her.
Getting out of bed he starts the day with making some breakfast. Bacon and scrambled eggs. A few slices of toast with butter. When he’s done eating he throws 3 slices of bread in a blender with a cup of water along with a pinch of sugar and makes a gooey substance which he puts in a Starbucks cup with a thick straw.
Ella, meanwhile, is still tied to the floor. She has been listening to the droning voice for what feels like days. Her night was not comfortable at all and when the voice finally stopped and the lights came on. Overall she hasn’t been unable to sleep for more than an hour or so.
Her captor comes down the stairs. “Good morning girl. How are you today?” he asks with a cheery voice.
Ella says nothing but immediately spots the Starbucks cup. She’s very thirsty.
“Do you want it?” he asks, waving the cup in front of her face.
Ella nods dejectedly. “Please owner, sir, boss. Let me go.”
“Owner? Boss? Is that what I am to you?” He laughs, making fun of her. “You can call me Sir, girl.”
“Yeah, ok. I need a drink. Please.” Ella finally croaks.
‘Fuck you!’ she thinks.
“Well, you can get a sip now, or you can earn the whole cup,” he offers.
“The cup please.” Ella says, her eyes fixated on it.
“Alright then, open wide…” And he opens his robe and pokes his penis at her. “And no biting…”
Without thinking Ella opens her mouth and obeys her captor. But then remembers she’s not some kind of slave, or shouldn’t be.
She is Ella Bloom, 21 years old and a captive. She freezes into position.
“If you want food, you obey me girl.” The man calmly tells her.
Ella sighs and shuffles forwards and starts sucking his dick. It doesn’t take long to get him hard. And not long after that he grunts and ejaculates in her mouth.
“Good girl, not bad at all. Now swallow so you can eat.” And he offers her the straw again. With some effort she swallows his load and greedily sucks on the straw, thinking she’ll get starbucks coffee but instead gets gooey tasteless bread with a hint of sweet.
He looks at her thinking, ‘So compliant after just one night… Very promising.’ “So, how long until you submit to me girl?” The man aska. “Care to make a bet?”
Ella mumbles “I-oh-kno-nevvah” (I don’t know, never) between sucking the thick substance through the straw.
The man laughs at her and promises that she’ll learn to love him soon enough.
That day Ella is further introduced to her owner and he reiterates that she can call him Sir. He explains to her she’s very special to him and that he hopes she’ll see things his way soon so they can start their life together.
Ella only half listens to this madman and wonders when her nightmare will end. She sits in the middle of the room fidgeting with her feet trying to get more comfortable.
That evening she is brought another bread shake for dinner. This one is laced with contraceptives as well as sugar.
And so her insane and boring routine starts.
After a few days of morning blowjobs, gooey breadshakes and the nighttime instruction voice, her mind starts to play tricks on her and she more and more thinks of Sir as her owner from which there is no escape. And that she belongs to him.
The droning voice has her almost convinced that the man actually cares for her, a thought that’s supported by him being a generally friendly host. Were it not that she’s kept chained to an anchor point in the floor with no clothes.
Equally bad is that she’s not allowed an identity other than ‘girl’. She tries to correct him twice by telling him her name, both times she got a slap in the face and the assurance that her name is Girl.
Every day he visits her in the basement starting with a blowjob in exchange for a shake. When he doesn’t like her efforts she’s withheld her breakfast.
During the days he often sits near her reading a newspaper or a book, sometimes he brings his laptop down and works at the table. Other times he sits cross legged in front of her and tries to chit-chat with her as if she is his girlfriend and they’re on a date.
Like she cares what he has to day… In one ear, out the other.
It’s usually mundane boring talk she’s not interested in. He never mentions current events of the outside world or what day or time it is. He tells her things about him, some of his hobbies, what music he likes. How nice his house is. But he never asks anything about her or where she’s from or what she likes.
She assumes that if the light comes on it’s morning, but she really isn’t sure. And after a week Ella has completely lost track of time.
Every other day she’s sprayed with warm soapy water and she’s allowed to wash herself. With her hands and feet tied together it’s not a very thorough wash though.
This continues for 14 days, and on the 14th night she is unhooked from the anchor point for the first time since arriving. Her wrists and ankles are unlocked as well and Ella stands up straight and stretches with a groan and feels dizzy for a moment from being upright.
She is scared of what’s about to happen.
Her captor removes her cuffs and puts them in one of the cabinets.
“No need for these anymore, right?” he asks her.
Ella shakes her head, “No sir, I’ll be good.”
He nods approvingly at her and he leads her to the table. She follows him on unsteady legs. He instructs her to bend over it and hold the opposite side with her hands.
Ella obeys without question. She had learned not to ask any questions or to hesitate.
Just when she wonders why she’s here, his penis pokes at her vagina. Ella moans softly and welcomes the first real stimulation she's had in 14 days.
During her night hours she had masturbated twice, but with the voice droning on in the background telling her how useless she is it wasn’t very satisfying and she somehow felt guilty doing it.
This is different.
Sir is gentle with her and slowly fucks her. She resists the urge to push back, but can’t resist enjoying his touch. When his penis is fully inserted he stands behind her for a moment and pulls out and goes back in when Ella involuntarily utters a quiet “Fuuuuuck yessss…”
Much to her owner's amusement. He thinks that she’s very accepting of him already. Good progress.
Holding on to her narrow waist he makes love to her, making sure not to be rough. Grunting every time he bottoms out in her tight vagina. Ella grunts and moans along with him, enjoying the stimulation a bit too much to her liking.
Just as she’s about to orgasm, He also does and smacks her ass, leaving a red handprint. The slap pushes her over the edge and she orgasms with a long sigh and a shudder.
“Fuck that’s good…” Ella gasps under her breath. All tension leaves her body and she slides off the table to the floor feeling very relaxed.
For the moment she forgets her situation and stares at her chafed wrists with glassy eyes.
The man grabs her upper right arm and firmly pulls her upright so he can hug her.
“You're an amazing girl, truly,” he compliments her while holding her in his strong arms.
Ella smiles at the compliment.
“Thank you sir…” she whispers.
“You’re a dream come true. I truly love you,” he confesses his feelings to her.
He smiles at her and turns to leave.
“Sir, can I have breakfast now?” Ella tries. Thinking that since she had to do something sexual and he gave her a compliment it’s now time for food.
“But it’s not morning, silly… Breakfast is for the mornings,” he laughs at her.
“Oh…” Ella is confused. The lights came on, but it’s not morning? A strange change to her boring routine.
“Don't touch anything yea? I’ll see you in the morning, I’ll bring you something special for breakfast. Just you wait,” he promises, and heads up the stairs.
“Thank you Sir!” Girl calls after him.
Her owner disappears with a hearty laugh and heads to bed.
The lights go out and Ella is alone. “You’re Ella, ehm… Bloom? Ella Bloom. You’re 21 years old and kidnapped,” she repeats a few times to herself.
Every day she tells herself who she is, but it gets harder and harder to remember every time.
There is no voice with instructions that night and Ella finally can sleep uninterrupted for 7 hours. She crawls in the corner behind the stairs and falls into a deep sleep.
The next morning her owner returns with two plates. Each has two slices of toast covered with butter and jam and some bacon strips on the side. There are 2 cups of apple juice balancing between the bread and the bacon.
Ella is already eagerly waiting for him more or less at the bottom of the stairs. She’s rested and very hungry and wants to give Sir a blowjob so she can eat.
“Hello girl, Good morning.” The man greets her as he walks past her to the table. “I have a question for you. Do you know how long you’ve been here?”
Ella shrugs. Her nose wrinkles at the smell of bacon.
“Well? Any guesses?” He insists.
She doesn’t care, “I don’t know, months Sir. Please, I’m hungry.” And she opens her mouth.
“Oh right, breakfast,” he playfully remembers. “If you can behave yourself you can eat at the table,” he offers.
“Ok…?” Ella says with an unsure voice. 'No blowjob?' She can't help but think.
Sir puts the plates on the table and gestures for her to join him and sit on the chair.
When she comes near he grabs her around the waist and hugs her firmly. “Thank you for not escaping my love.”
Ella squeals in surprise and looks at him, not sure what he means.
"I didn't lock the basement door…" He lies to her when he sees her confusion.
"Oh, I didn't know it was open."
“All the same,” He says, “You not trying to get away pleases me a lot. You truly are special.”
Ella feels dumb now for not trying to escape. She has been free from her shackles for hours and didn't even try the door. She considers kicking him in the balls so she can make a run for it right now. However, she also thinks there is no way she'll make it. He won't allow it anyway.
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