Amnesia
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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Reviews:
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,076
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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It wasn't her that she didn't know about life or the world. She just didn't know about *her* life. Like a traffic light. She knew what a traffic light was. She could describe to you what a traffic light looked like. She just couldn't remember where or when she had ever seen a traffic light before.
Yet, she could sense she wasn't supposed to be here. She knew something was wrong.
She wouldn't try to escape again though. Not after what had happened to her the last time.
She had been confined to the room for approximately three days when the opportunity presented itself. He only ever left the room for moments before that, usually to bring her food or escort her to the bathroom beside the bedroom. She had yet to see any further than those two rooms.
Then one day he left the room and didn't return immediately. In fact, hours seemly went by.
She gathered the courage to wrap the blankets, that had been thrown on the floor for her to sleep, on around her. She tried the deadbolt lock on the door- no luck. There was no way that was coming off. There was a tiny window above the bed. The bed that only he was allowed to sleep on. If she stood on the bedpost, she could just reach it. There was nothing to break it with. She would have to attempt to open it. No dice. He walked in before she even got a chance to try.
He removed his belt from his pants, and doubled it without saying a word. She mouthed a protest as he tore the blankets she had from around her. Her protest was punished with a strike across the back with his belt. She faced the wall as he assaulted her backside with continuous lashes.
When she finally fell to her knees in pain, he demanded that she lay across the bed for the rest of the whipping. He was relentless in his strokes. Seeing an attempt to flee as possibly the worst "sin" she could commit.
When he was confident that her bottom couldn't take another hit, he had her spread her legs open so he could whip the sensitive area of her inside thighs. He gave each side three hard, quit smacks with the belt. With each lick her fingers dug deep into the bed and she screamed in pain.
Then he left the room, returning seconds later with chains.
He tossed her off the bed and to the floor. He chains her ankles together, leaving only enough room for her to take tiny steps. Feeling a moment of charity, he threw her torn blankets for her to sleep under.
He leaves her chained for 2 days straight, even as she showered. When he took the chains off, he promised to beat her with the chains next time she tried something so stupid.
So no, she wouldn't be trying a leave again. Not any time soon atleast.
TBC
It wasn't her that she didn't know about life or the world. She just didn't know about *her* life. Like a traffic light. She knew what a traffic light was. She could describe to you what a traffic light looked like. She just couldn't remember where or when she had ever seen a traffic light before.
Yet, she could sense she wasn't supposed to be here. She knew something was wrong.
She wouldn't try to escape again though. Not after what had happened to her the last time.
She had been confined to the room for approximately three days when the opportunity presented itself. He only ever left the room for moments before that, usually to bring her food or escort her to the bathroom beside the bedroom. She had yet to see any further than those two rooms.
Then one day he left the room and didn't return immediately. In fact, hours seemly went by.
She gathered the courage to wrap the blankets, that had been thrown on the floor for her to sleep, on around her. She tried the deadbolt lock on the door- no luck. There was no way that was coming off. There was a tiny window above the bed. The bed that only he was allowed to sleep on. If she stood on the bedpost, she could just reach it. There was nothing to break it with. She would have to attempt to open it. No dice. He walked in before she even got a chance to try.
He removed his belt from his pants, and doubled it without saying a word. She mouthed a protest as he tore the blankets she had from around her. Her protest was punished with a strike across the back with his belt. She faced the wall as he assaulted her backside with continuous lashes.
When she finally fell to her knees in pain, he demanded that she lay across the bed for the rest of the whipping. He was relentless in his strokes. Seeing an attempt to flee as possibly the worst "sin" she could commit.
When he was confident that her bottom couldn't take another hit, he had her spread her legs open so he could whip the sensitive area of her inside thighs. He gave each side three hard, quit smacks with the belt. With each lick her fingers dug deep into the bed and she screamed in pain.
Then he left the room, returning seconds later with chains.
He tossed her off the bed and to the floor. He chains her ankles together, leaving only enough room for her to take tiny steps. Feeling a moment of charity, he threw her torn blankets for her to sleep under.
He leaves her chained for 2 days straight, even as she showered. When he took the chains off, he promised to beat her with the chains next time she tried something so stupid.
So no, she wouldn't be trying a leave again. Not any time soon atleast.
TBC