She went walking around HIS house without HIS permission. She knew that if HE found out she would be punished severely. She made sure to tip toe around as HE was still asleep. Her first room of exploration was up stairs, she was curious about the ‘secret door’ that HE had steered her away from with implicit instruction that she is not to enter. She turned the handle, it squeaked, she stopped, her heart beating so loud she was sure that HE would be able to hear it downstairs in HIS bedroom. The handle turned and the door shifted slightly. She carefully pushed it open all the way exposing HIS secret. She entered the huge room, it was almost the same size as the entire floor below. Somewhere in the centre of the huge room was what looked like a cage, it must have been about 3 meters by 3 meters squared. A punishment room. She literally ran out the room gasping for air, she had a morbid fear of being trapped in a small space. HE knew this, why was there this horrid cage in HIS house, in their house?!? She quietly made her way to the kitchen to begin breakfast, the tears streaming down her pretty face. “And now my young lady, what’s with these tears so early in the morning? Is there something I should know of?” “No Master, it’s the onions I was cutting, they were very strong.” She lied. “Alright then,” HE replied and kissed her on the cheek, before taking a wooden spoon from the counter and swatting her on the butt. She jumped, but made a conscious note not to yelp or scream, as that would mean she would get more. Instead she bit her lip. “Good I see you are learning to control yourself. I am so proud of you.” She looked up to HIM and smiled, before lowering here eyes once again and continued to dish up HIS breakfast. "I’m going out for a couple of days my sweet one. I should be back by Monday afternoon the latest.” Her heart sank it was Friday morning, that would mean that she was to spend the entire weekend alone. She was an only child and both parents had died many years back, and had yet to make any friends since she moved in with HIM a month earlier. “Yes Master,” she said meekly. Once she had finished washing up the breakfast dishes she joined him back upstairs and watched him pack for the weekend. Her eyes welling up once again. She walked HIM to HIS car and watched HIM drive away, heartbroken she walked back into the house. She locked the front door as she was instructed to do, and keyed in the special code that HE had given to activate the burglar alarm to certain sections of the outer perimeter of the property. Her curiosity got the better of her, she made her way once again to the ‘punishment room’. The door seemed to stick slightly as she pushed it open, did it do that earlier? She could not remember. Slowly she walked over to the cage, and tepidly she stepped through the doorway. Upon stepping through the doorway into the cage she heard the door sliding closed and lock behind her. She swung around and tugged at the iron grills that held her prisoner. But they would not budge. She screamed for help, but remembered that no-one was around. She began to panic. Turning around she saw a small table in the cage, surely it had not been there before? She walked over to it, there was an envelope with her name on it, Sarah. She opened the envelope to find a hand written letter from Him to her, it read: “My dearest Young Lady, by know you are probably safe and sound in your cell. Thus is a test of trust, so far you have broken my trust by entering this room. You do not have to fear anything, and I shall be back within a few days. The best thing you can do is NOT panic. There is a bottle of water and a bar of chocolate in the draw for you. If you look to the right of the desk you will see what looks like a trap door, this is an ablution block of sorts, there is a septic tank built into your cell. You are requested to drink at least 3 bottles of water a day, the bottles are to be lined up on the floor in front of the desk. Your meals shall be delivered to you electronically via a hatch in the roof of the cell.” Sara began to panic, what was she going to do, there was no way to get out of her cell and HE was going to be so angry when he came home, she was sure to be punished till the day she died. She loved HIM so much and did not want to disappoint HIM, but it seamed that is exactly what she had done. She began to explore her little cell within the room, there was a small bed with a lumpy mattress, no pillow, and 3 very thin blankets. She re-read the note and opened the drawer to find a small bar of chocolate. She loathed chocolate. She picked up the bottle of water and drank heartily finishing more than half in one go. She lay on the bed and pulled a blanket over herself. When she woke up it was dark and very cold. She was shivering and hungry. There seamed to be something on the floor in the middle of the cell, she looked carefully letting her eyes adjust to the light, or lack thereof. It seemed that there was a tray or sorts hanging from the roof of the cell. On it was another 3 bottles of water a small bowl with salad and a slightly bigger bar of chocolate. She took the bottles off the tray along with the salad bowl. The salad was unseasoned and tasteless, she decided not to eat it. However if she did not eat the salad she would be forced to eat the chocolate, and there was no way she was going to put chocolate past her lips. That was it, she decided, she was going to starve herself and there was nothing HE could do about it. She went to lay on the bed again wishing herself to sleep. She began to cry, just a tear or two at first, then uncontrollably her entire body shacking. Fear was setting in, was she ever going to get out of this horrid place, why had she ever agreed to come live with HIM. If HE loved her as HE professed why, oh Lord WHY was there a cell in the house. Her head began to ache and her fear increased. Was she going to die of starvation in a horrid little cell? Where was HE, why did he not warn her about the cell? Her sobbing became a low whine, like that of a dog pining, eventually it stopped altogether as she fell into a deep asleep. She woke to a strange sound somewhere in the early morning, there was just s sliver of light coming through the attic window. She guessed it had to be somewhere around 5:30am. Yawning she looked around, there was the tray once again suspended from the ceiling. There was half a slice of toast, unbuttered, 3 bottles of water and yet more chocolate. This time there was also a message for her. It read, “Do not try break out of your cell, the food tray is designed to withstand exactly 3.5 Kg’s and no more. Should you attempt to hang onto it, it will collapse. You are not drinking enough water and you should really eat something.” How did HE know what she was or was not doing? Was HE nearby? She began to call for HIM, when there was no reply at her call, she began screaming. Her voice was hoarse from crying the night before, and screaming again today. Huddled in a corner with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders she looked at all the bottles of water that she had managed to accumulate, there was at about 9 unopened bottles, she gathered them all together and began to pour them out. One by one over the mattress and bedding. She was angry and did not care what happened now, she could die for all she cared. She picked up the empty water bottles and began tossing them at the window across the room, she was bored and desperately needed to do something to alleviate it. Once all the bottles were tossed at the window and out of her reach she looked around her cell, and collected whatever was not attached to the floor and small enough to fit through the bars. The first things to be tossed and broken was the glassware her food had been delivered in, then the uneaten chocolates. She went to the desk and pulled at the drawers, they did not come out completely. She pulled at them until she broke them out, threw them on the hard floor splintering them into pieces and tossed them through the bars. Sitting exhaustedly in the middle of the cell she looked up as the food tray was on its way down. She decided that she was going to get out of her prison if it was the last thing she did. Once the tray had come to rest in the middle of the cell she took the chocolate and water bottles off the tray and noticed that there was no food. She looked up at the pulleys, the tray and the rope that lowered the tray. She tugged at the ropes, nothing happened, he spirits lifted somewhat. HE lied to her the tray would hold more than 3.5 Kilograms. She gripped onto the tray and rope and waited for the pulley to pull her up to freedom. It moved, . . . it creaked, . . . it broke. She fell to the floor in a heap screaming to herself and cursing HIM. She hated HIM with every fibre of her being, how could HE be so callous and uncaring of her fears? She began to cry again, made her way over to her bed and climbed on it. The mattress and blankets were still soaked. She did not care anymore, she wanted to die, she eventually cried herself to sleep. She slept for what felt an eternity, when she opened her eyes, her cell had been cleaned, a silver tray was on the table. She made her way to the table bewildered, who had been in her cell, who had cleaned the mess, even the room had been cleaned. All that there was on the tray was a single square of chocolate, it looked so tempting and she was so hungry and thirsty, but there was no water. She took the single square and placed it on her tongue. She sucked until there was nothing left. The chocolate tasted heavenly, it was the first piece of chocolate she had eaten in over 15 years, ever since her demons with her weight began. Suddenly she felt very ill, she lifted the floor where the toilet was and puked, was it possible that one tiny piece of chocolate could make her so sick? She wiped her mouth on her sleeve. Her clothing smelt stale, she could not remember when last she had a bath or shower. She felt so weak. Crawling back towards her still wet bed, she sat on the floor next to the mattress, put her head in the driest spot and fell asleep again. She woke up hours later feeling weaker than ever, convinced that she was going to die. Looking at the table, there seemed to be a tray with food on it, she made her way across to the table and kneeled in front of it. Placing her hands on either side of the tray, she picked up yet another small single block of chocolate and ate it, picking up the bottle of water she finished it. She returned to her position next to her bed. Closing her eyes she began to drift off again, she heard a noise behind her, looking up she saw HIM standing at the door of the room, “are you proud of your behaviour?” he asked. “No Master,” she whispered. “Pardon me, I didn’t hear you.” “No Master,” she repeated louder. “Ah, I thought that’s what you said.” “I thought YOU were only coming back sometime on Monday Master,” she commented. “Its Tuesday morning my young lady,” he answered her. Walking to the cell, he punched in the pin code and unlocked the door. Making HIS way over to her he picked her up and carried her to the table. “kneel.” She did. “Hands where I can see them.” She lifted her hands and placed them on the table. “Good, I see your time in your cell has paid off.” He stepped back through the open cell door and returned with a tray. There was a small bowl with salad, and a small slab of chocolate, and more water. She waited there with her hands besides the tray waiting for HIS word that she may eat. “You may eat,” he said as if reading her mind. “Thank You Master,” she murmured as he slowly ate her tasteless salad, chocolate and finished the bottle of water. “Now, I am going to leave you alone for a while,” he began. Her heart sank at the thought of being left alone again especially in this horrid cell. “Did you hear what I said to you young lady?” “Yes Master, that YOU are leaving me alone again,” she felt her eyes swell up. “I did say that, I will however be back in a couple of hours to check up on you.” “Thank YOU Master,” was all she could say. “You may return to your bed now.” “Thank You Master,” she whispered and made her way back to her soggy bed. “Master,” “Yes young lady?” “May I please get dry blankets, it gets dreadfully cold in here?” she asked HIM “I’ll have to see how you behave over the next couple days, after all you destroyed a lot of stuff whilst being in here.” She lowered her eyes to the floor, “yes Master, I know I did. And I am truly sorry.” “I suggest you get some rest now, you need to start regaining your strength. There are 2 bottles of water and a tub of yoghurt for you.” She lifted her head at the mention of yoghurt, “yoghurt Master?” “Yes, chocolate flavoured.” He turned and walked out the room before she could say anything. She lay down again for a while and slept, when she woke up she felt slightly better. She found the water and yoghurt, she placed them on the table, knelt in front of them and waited, she was not sure why she was waiting, she was not told do, it was not requested of her. She waited like that for over an hour, until she heard the door open and He entered. “What are you waiting for?” he asked her “I was waiting for You Master,” she answered him. “Why I did not request you to wait for me,” “I know Master, but it did not feel right if I just ate without YOUR permission,” she looked up at him smiled and looked back down quickly. “You may eat young lady.” “Thank You Master.” She ate slowly, making sure to extract every last drop of yoghurt out the container before putting it down. Next she opened a bottle of water and finished almost all of it in one gulp. “Slow down young lady, you don’t want to get sick again.” “Yes Master, sorry Master.” “Now bring the tray to the door, and slide it through the opening at the bottom. Then I want you to stand with your back against the grills next to the door here,” he pointed to the spot she was to stand. “Hands down by your side and you are not to move.” “Yes Master.” She obeyed. Standing with her back against the grills, she felt HIS hands wrap around her waist, moving up over her breasts. Her nipples hardened at HIS touch, she yearned to feel him against her, to taste HIS kisses against her lips. HIS hands moved up further to her throat, squeezing slightly. HIS other hand moving up covering her mouth and blocking her nose. “Do you trust me?” She nodded He asked once again, “Do you trust me?” She nodded again. Squeezing her wind pipe HE blocked off her air supply, squeezed her throat tighter, she did not wriggle or move under HIS hands, she trusted him implicitly. He let go of her and motioned for her to turn around, she complied. “Young lady, I will return in a while, until I do return I would like you to return to your bed and sit quietly.” “Yes Master,” she began to move, he pulled her back and kissed her passionately. She melted at HIS kiss. Returning to her bed, she sat down, looked up to HIM and said, “Thank You Master.” “Thank you for what young lady?” “For being here, for letting me throw my tantrum, for loving me,” she lowered her eyes as she said that. “My dear young lady, Angel, I am here for as long as you want me. Don’t look down, be proud of what you have accomplished and who you are.” She looked up at HIM, he was standing in front of her, in her cell. “Come, with me,” HE said. “Where? YOU said that YOU would return in a while and I was to wait here for YOU.” “Your time has come.” He picked her up and carried her downstairs. “Master?” “Yes my young lady.” “Why do YOU have the cell upstairs?” “It was installed for inquisitive young ladies.” He smiled lovingly at her and chuckled.