He didn't return until late in the day. The interior of the building fading in the dying sunlight. She stayed where she was on the sleeping bag. She had no intention of kneeling without being told to and, besides, her ass was still tender from the lashing she had gotten that morning. He was unusually quiet, somber, as he stood and looked at her before unlocking the cage door. He sat two plastic bags on the floor before shutting and re-locking the door. "Make it last kitty kat. I'll be back when I can" he said as he turned to leave. "What do you mean?" she asked as she scrambled to her feet and rushed to the door. "Wait! What do you mean make it last?" she yelled. "Wait!" WAIT!" But he was gone. She carried the bags back to her corner and sorted out the contents. Six bottles of water, four protein bars, one apple, one orange, and a Kit Kat bar. The Kit Kat was a nice touch and might have made her smile if she weren't crying. "Make it last" she mumbled to her self. "Make it last but how long? Please come back. Please come back."

Not knowing how long she had to make the food last she had made a plan. Six days, she could make it last for six days. Eat the fruit first, she thought, eat it before I goes bad. For breakfast she would have the orange and the other half of the bottle of water. After that a half bottle and a half of a protein bar each morning and each night. She was saving the Kit Kat for when he came back. If he came. 'Stop thinking that way. He is coming back. He has to.'  Kat ate the apple and drank a half bottle of water before crawling into the sleeping bag, more alone and hopeless than ever. A long night turned into a longer day. Either she was curled comatose on the sleeping bag or pacing back and forth exactly like a caged animal, watching the front door. When it grew too dark to see she sat and ate half a protein bar. Taking tiny bites to make it last longer. She thought about her life before this. It seemed distant, faded like an old photograph. She couldn't think, her mind too focused on listening for the sound of him coming through the door. The rising sun found her still sitting there, listening, watching. As the rose higher so did her anxiety. There was no noise, no movement, nothing to distract her from her thoughts. She realized being his play toy and locked in this cage was not the worst thing that could happen. Being locked in this cage and left to die was. That night she drug the sleeping back over to the cage door where she had the best view of the front door and lay down. She didn't move from that spot the next day. She watched the shadows slowly move across the floor as the sun rose and set. 'Let him come back. Let him come back and he can pull my hair, lead me around on a leash like his pet. I promise I will do whatever he wants let him come back'.

The banging of the front door jarred her awake. She jumped up confused and disoriented since she wasn't in her corner. Shrugging off her robe she ran to the center of the cage. She stole a look at him as she knelt down. He was walking toward her in the morning the morning light, his arms loaded down. She knelt exactly as he had told her, hands behind her back, knees apart, eyes down. In fact, she had her face down. She didn't want him to see her cry. "Hello kitten" he said cheerily as he sat down what he was carrying. "Did you miss me?" he asked looking at sleeping bag at the door. "You sure are a sight for sore eyes." He unlocked the door, stepped over the sleeping bag, and stood in front of her wondering if she was angry, if she would jump up and try to claw his eyes out. Part of him hoped she would but part of him was tired. He had been on the road since he left and was tired. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. A promise was a promise. Slowly she brought her hands from her back and unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Raising up onto her knees she pulled down his jeans and then his boxers. Taking him in her hand she stroked him and kissed the head of his cock until he grew hard. She licked the length of his shaft from the bottom to the tip, over and over. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and started to slowly move down. She knew what she was doing, she had won the blue ribbon for this. He didn't touch her. Didn't need to. 'Fuck that slut Angie. She don't hold a candle to this gal' he thought as she sucked the last of the cum out of him, the tip of her pointed tongue probing the slit in the head of his cock. Then she sat back on her heels and put her hands behind her back, eyes down. He was at a loss for words. After pulling his pants up he simply put his hand on top of her head.


Remembering the small bag he had brought in he said "I got you a treat". He hurried over and retrieved the paper bag he had sat at the door. He pulled out a cup of coffee and something wrapped in foil and sat them in front of her. "This is real coffee. Better than that overpriced crap you get at Whorebucks. And this is a homemade biscuit with pork tenderloin. I didn't make it, but this little place I stop at, the old woman there makes 'em from scratch every morning. Best in the state." He was jabbering, her little welcome home had made him thrown him off balance. "Go ahead. Eat it while it's hot." He watched her tentatively unwrapped the foil as if it might explode and gingerly take a bite. He smiled "See, I told you it was good." She thought it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. As she nibbled on the biscuit and sipped the hot coffee he continued "You have some chores to do when you get finished eating. First take that broom and sweep up in here. Use that bag for a dust pan and dump all the sweepings and the rest of the trash in your litter box. Then put a new bag and fresh littler in it. Then take these exercise floor tiles and put them together right there in the center of the room". He cut the straps holding together a stack of large square pieces. The pieces were foam tiles cut to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle and were used to provide cushioning for exercise areas and for play areas for kids. She eyed the tiles and thought at least they would easier on her knees than this damn concrete. "I'll be back in a couple of hours. I think you will really like the surprise I have planned for you later" he said with a wink. Licking biscuit crumbs from her fingers, she watched him as he left and thought, 'yeah, the surprise is you are going to rape me on the new floor I've put down.'

She sat on the new mat floor, sipping a bottle of water. She had hidden the others in her sleeping bag, hoping he would forget she had them. She wanted to save them for next time. She had to admit the place at least felt a little better with clean floors. Now if she had some curtains, recliner, nice tv....and a big fucking saw to cut a hole in wall. Her daydreams were cut short when the front door opened. He came in carrying something shaped like a small suit case in one hand and a similar sized but rounder looking object in the other. He carried these to the far end of the building and went back outside. He made another trip but she couldn't tell what he was carrying. A third trip, this time he was laying down a water hose as he walked. He went out again and came back with another section of hose over his shoulder, connected it to first hose and continued laying the hose down to where he had put the other stuff. She watched him hang the suitcase looking item on a post and then he appeared to be making connections between it and the rounder object. Then he connected the water hose to the suitcase thing. Out the door once again. This time he returned with a large box and headed towards the cage with it, setting it down as he pushed the front door closed, but it didn't shut completely because of the hose. As he got closer she realized it was a cooler. A Yeti. "You seem to like things along the back wall" he said as he took the cooler back where her sleeping bag was. "I see you like your new floor. That's good. You are going to get a lot of use out it. You are starting an exercise program." He saw the surprised look on her face. "I'm kind of fond of that nice toned body of yours. Now shed that robe and get out here" he said as he walked out of the cage. She dropped her robe to the floor, looking back at the cooler. Did it have drinks and maybe food in it or was it full of some kind of torture devices he was going to 'exercise' her with? He was waiting outside the door, leash in hand. "Let's take a little walk Wild Kat." He clipped the leash to her collar and started leading her to the far end of the building. "I see you looking at the door. It's not shut all the way. No padlock. But it is zip-tied shut. You ain't getting out without a knife and the only one here is in my pocket. Now if you feel froggy enough to try for it, well, I'm in a playful mood myself" he said with a grin that told her exactly what kind of mood he was in. When they got to far end she recognized the round object as a gas tank, the kind used on gas grills, but she didn't know what the suitcase shaped one was. It was hanging on a post and was connected to the gas tank and also to the water hose. Then she saw the shower head sticking out of the top of it. "Ever seen one of those before?" he asked. "It's a tankless, propane gas powered water heater. Amazing what you can find at the Home Depot." It was then she noticed the floor in this part of the building sloped gently in toward a drain. Under the water heater was a plastic basket. It was from her apartment and it was full with all of her stuff from the shower. 'Had he gone back to her apartment?' she wondered. "Surely not. They had to be looking for her by now. Would someone be watching her apartment? Or at least her neighbors would be on alert wouldn't they and would notice a strange man going in and out. Or had he grabbed all of this the first time. What else of hers had he taken?'

"You can take of the cuffs" he said as he opened the valve and felt of the water as it came out, smiling at the results. "The cuffs but not the collar, never the collar." She unbuckled the wrist cuffs as she watched him unfold a lawn chair and sit down. With a beer and her camera. As she bent over to take off the ankle cuffs she heard the camera clicking. The water felt amazing. Hot. Relaxing. It seemed as if it had been months since she had washed her hair. After shampoo, conditioner, body wash, she she stood under the shower, savoring the hot water. "Not done yet Kat." He reached into another box and handed her a razor and can of shaving gel. He reached out and ran his fingertips over the stubble above her pussy. "But not here. We are going to let this grow out a little." He circled around, taking photos as she shaved. After she toweled off and brushed out her hair he had her put the cuffs back on her ankles and wrists. Then he added something new. A metal rod about a foot and half long and the diameter of pencil. Each end of the rod had been bent into a closed ring. "Multipurpose spreader bar. Maybe later we can see how it looks on your feet" he explained as he held the bar behind her back and clipped her wrists to it. "I don't have a blow-dryer so we will have to improvise". He clipped the leash to her collar and hung the loop handle of the leash on the same hook as the water heater. With her hands fastened as they were Kat could nothing but wait and see what he had in mind. She watched as he went to the front door, cutting the zip-tie, and going outside. He came back in pulling the other end of the water hose inside. Then he came and grabbed the leash. She thought he was taking back to the cage but instead lead her to the front door. Her heart started beating faster as they neared the door. How many times had she wished she could walk out that door? But not like this, naked and leashed. He led her out the door, pulling it shut and locking it. Instinctively she tried to cover herself but her hands were held firm behind her. Her head swiveled from side to side looking for anyone to hide from. Anyone to scream at for help. Gravel stabbed her bare feet as he lead her around the corner where a small white car was parked. He opened the passenger door. "Hop in kitten. Let's go for a ride and see if we can dry your hair." She struggled into the seat wondering what kind of ride was he taking her for. "Now I know it's breaking the law but I'm not going to buckle you in." He reclined her seat back and opened the glove box and pulled out a ball gag. "I would rather not use this but it is up to you Kat." She pressed her lips together. He smiled and took several photos before closing her door. 'Would he go to the trouble of giving her a shower if he was going to kill her?' she wondered. Maybe he was going to sell her, some kind of human trafficking thing and that was where had had been for two days, making a deal. Her mind raced with questions as they pulled out of the industrial park and onto the road.