My new life

The phone vibrates once. Unknown number. You answer without thinking twice.
The voice on the other end is calm, deep, with that tone of someone who already knows you're going to say yes. He offers you a job: a lot of money, no questions, no contract, no trace. You just have to show up in an underground parking lot at eleven at night. Nothing else. You say you'll be there.

You arrive on time. A tall guy, dark suit, waits for you next to a black car with no plates. You barely exchange two sentences. He asks for your phone. You turn it off in front of him and he throws it into a bag that he then puts in the glove compartment. You never see that phone again.

They blindfold you with thick adhesive tape. They tie your wrists and ankles with plastic zip ties that dig into your skin. They shove a rag in your mouth and secure it with more tape. They load you like a bundle and throw you in the trunk. The slam of the lid closing is the last thing you hear before the engine starts.

The trip lasts hours. Or days. You lose track. The car stops, starts, turns, stops again. The heat inside the trunk becomes unbearable. Sweat runs down your back. Every time you breathe, you only take in rag and fear.

When they finally stop, you open and close your eyes under the blindfold. You hear two low voices. They take you out of the trunk as if you weighed nothing. They pass you from hand to hand. The first guy leaves without saying another word. The second grabs you by the arm hard and drags you across a concrete floor. You go down stairs. The air becomes cold and damp.

You reach a basement. He shoves you against a wall. He rips your clothes off in tugs until you are completely naked. You hear the metallic sound of chains. He puts heavy shackles on your wrists and ankles. The iron is cold and adjusted just tight enough so you can't get free.

He yanks off the blindfold.

It's the first time you see him. A man in his forties, short beard, black eyes that don't blink. He looks at you like someone inspecting a new tool. He points to the floor.

—Kneel.

You obey. The chains rattle as you move.

He lowers his pants zipper without hurry. He grabs you by the hair with one hand and shoves his cock all the way down your throat. There's no warm-up. He fucks your mouth with hard, deep thrusts, using you like a hole. Tears run down your cheeks, drool drips down your chin. When he comes, he pushes it all the way in and stays there while he empties himself completely inside you.

He shoves you with his foot. You fall sideways onto the cold floor, coughing, with the taste of his cum all over your mouth.

He spits in your face.

He walks toward the metal door. Before locking it, he stops for a second and looks down at you.

—Now your world is me.

The door closes. The bolt sounds like a gunshot.

And there you stay. Chained. Naked. In a basement with no...