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The Silent Treatment (Ryanmo97 x GuardianAngel)

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Travis Stewart
Age: 40
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Travis Stewart was a self-made millionaire. Due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money and retire early. He build house in the country far from everyone with all the amenities: full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. He enjoyed his life but he missed having female companionship.For years, he had the fantasy of kidnapping a woman and making her his sex slave. So, he deiced to make his fantasy a reality. He converted the basement of his house into a dungeon, to keep his new slave in. Once that was done he headed into a nearby city to search for the woman he wanted as his slave.He headed for a park and started to look around. He didn't stand out, he looked like a regular tourist taking pictures of the big city. After a couple of days of not finding the woman he was looking for, he found her...
 
Rylee Valentine
Age: 27
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 120 pounds
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue

The city was large and ever growing, people from all around coming to visit; to see all of the sights. One such sight was the cities large park, a place where people often found themselves visiting. There were many different places one could sit to rest, from beneath the leaves of one of the many trees, to sitting on the edge of the fountain. On that current day; a young woman with blonde hair just so happened to be sitting beneath one of the trees, her blue eyes locked onto the book that was in her hands. Four Dead Queens by Astrid Scholte. A book that she was more than halfway done with, yet each page turn had her wanting to know what was going to happen. One after another the four queens in the book were dying, with no true culprit in mind it would seem. A true mystery it would seem.
"I figured that I would find you here." a familiar voice spoke which had the blonde looking up to see the brunette haired whom she had been best friends with since they were little. The brunette was just leaning against the tree next to her and was glancing at the book before questioning, "Aren't you glad that I recommended that book?"
"Glad yes.... rather irritated at the same time.... yes. I haven't been able to put it down. I want to know what is going to happen. But alas, I find myself having to do that because I'm assuming since you are here.... We have to get to work soon." the blonde was commenting before she was sliding her bookmark into place and closing the book before sliding it into her bag, and rising to her feet so that they could get going to the restaurant that they worked at.
Rylee followed after her companion although as she walked along she found her eyes being drawn towards a brown haired man that was standing in the park, somebody that she wasn't all that familiar with. And she prided herself with knowing a good handful of the people in the large city, yet it did help working at one of the most popular restaurants in town. She was able to get to know more people than what she thought. "Excuse me, sir. If you are wanting a place to get some nice pictures, I recommend visiting the park over on the western side of town. Especially at sunset, quite the beautiful sight." the young woman found herself speaking to this stranger after a moment in time, yet it wasn't long before Annabelle was grabbing her hand.
"Rylee. Lets go! Before we are late!" the brunette was grumbling and pulled the other female with her, which had Rylee giving a small giggle and soon enough the pair of them were heading off.
 
Travis was a little nervous when Rylee came up to him. But, she just wanted give him a suggestion for a nice place to take some pictures. “Thank you.“ he said with a smile. He let them go ahead a bit. He followed them to the restaurant. He didn’t go inside. He saw them both working. So, he decided to go away and come back in a few hours. He had to find just the right time to kidnap Rylee.
 
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While Annabelle was working as a hostess and taking people to their seats, and answering calls that may come in; Rylee was hard working as a waitress. She glided back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area, taking orders, dropping orders off to customers. While she didn't really get paid all that much, other than tips, Rylee enjoyed her job. It gave her the chance to meet a whole bunch of new people, and she just so happened to learn some rather interesting information. Hours went by and eventually it was time for Rylee to take her break, which had her drifting outside to the back of the restaurant to take a breath. Typically others went out there to smoke, while she was just going out there to get a breath of air; that and to look at her phone to see if she had any messages at all.
 
Travis returned a few hours later. It was dark. Except for a couple of security lights. He sat in his van that wa parked near the back door. He saw several people go in and out. Then he saw Rylee come out. There was no one around. He knew this was the time. He quietly got out of his van. He took out a needle out of his pocket. It contained a very powerful sedative that would keep her out for about 8 hours, more than enough time to get her home. She was looking at her phone as he came up behind her. He quickly slapped his hand over her mouth and shoved the needle into her ass. She never had a chance. With in moments she was out. He then drug her back to his van, dropping her phone.

When they got back to his house Travis took Rylee down to the dungeon. He put her in a small room. He checked all of her clothing sizes before he put her in a chair in the center of the room, fully clothe. He tied her legs to the chair and tied her arms behind her back. Then he put a blindfold over her eyes. He then went upstairs and went to bed.
 
Rylee had gone outside to get away from people and had been reading an article about an upcoming game. Yet she was never able to finish looking at the article not with the hand that was going over her mouth. This had her giving a whimper into the strangers hand, a mixture of surprise and slight pain upon feeling the needle get shoved into her ass. Yet even if she had wanted to fight back, she would have never gotten the chance, black dots seeming to form in her vision soon after whatever had been injected into her system even entered. Soon enough she was collapsing into the arms of this stranger, her phone falling forgotten on the ground. The blonde had no idea what was even happening, no idea where she was being taken. While she was unconscious physically, it almost seemed to be a different story mentally. She almost seemed aware that she was being moved but there was no waking up, there was no trying to escape. Merely darkness.

Even after the drug finally wore off, when the female was groggily rousing after those eight hours, she still found that she was sitting in darkness. And she wasn't able to move her arms or legs at all. Well that definitely had a sense of panic setting in, yet there was a great relief to find that she was still clothed, although she had no idea if there was anybody within the room. While she was able to speak, nothing preventing her from speaking, that wasn't something that she dared to do. There was no saying what would happen if she spoke; yet there was that high chance that there wasn't anybody within the room at all.

"Just stay calm, Rylee. Everything is going to be alright." she mentally told herself and willed her breathing to calm down a bit; least she begin to hyperventilate or something while sitting bound to the chair.
 
The Next morning,Travis came into Rylee's room carrying a bowl of oatmeal and a chair. He entered the room without saying anything. He set the bowl on the chair and left the room for a moment he returned carrying a table. He set the table near her, and set bowl on the table. He sat down in the chair, picked up the oatmeal, got a spoonful and placed the spoon of oatmeal up to her lips. Then, he just sat there and waited for her to eat.
 
Noises could be heard in the room although it didn't seem like whoever was in the room was wanting to speak at all. Which honestly that didn't seem to bother her at all, meant that she didn't have to speak to them. Not that she would speak to them anyways. No they didn't deserve her words at all. Not with the fact that she had been kidnapped and was now tied to a chair. It wasn't long before she felt something being pressed up against her lips although this had her turning her head away from whatever was there. No she wanted absolutely nothing to do with whatever this person had to offer her; she would go on a hunger strike if it truly came to that. Who knows what was done to his food that was being offered to her. For all she knew was the food was laced with something.
 
Travis didn’t say anything. He was planing on breaking her through a method he liked to call "The Silent Treatment." He wasn't going speak to her till he thought that she earned the right. But, that wasn't going to be for a long time. He just held the spoon up to her mouth and waited for her to eat.
 
Rylee was just shaking her head to the food, and was turning her head away; the spoon more against her cheek at that point in time if anything. "No." was all she mumbled. So perhaps she would speak to him now and again, but probably not anymore more than telling him off. Naturally she was attempting to work her hands free from the ropes that had them bound; deciding that she wasn't going to care if the ropes cut her wrists up. As long as she was able to get herself free, and get out of that place.
 
Travis didn’t say anything when she told him “No”. He just stood up and left. If she want to get out of the chair, She would have to learn to that he was in charge. He let her sit there for a few more hours. At lunch time, he returned. This time, he had a bowl of chicken noodle soup and some crackers. He sat down and crushed some crackers in the soup. Then, he put a spoonful of soup up to her lips, and waited for her to eat.
 
After the person had left, Rylee had continued to try and get her wrists free from the binds that held them. Although if anything she was only causing herself more pain in the attempt to do that. Yet it did feel like the ropes were looser, if only a bit. A little was better than nothing at all. A step closer to getting freed.... hopefully anyways. She did find that she was beginning to get sore from just sitting in that hard chair for as long as she had already. And time.... well there was no concept of time at that point in time. She had no idea what time it was, how long had even passed. Was it day? Was it night? Hours had gone by and she heard the door opening, and somebody was walking into the room. The familiar smell of chicken noodle soup wafted into the room, and soon enough there was a spoon being pressed against her lips. While she didn't want to eat... she figured that it would be best. She needed to keep up her strength if she was wanting to get out of there, and eating was going to help with that. So ultimately she was giving up and tentatively opening her mouth for the spoon.
 
Travis has watched her struggle from the cameras. She might get them a little loose but she wouldn’t be able to free herself. Travis smiled as she started to eat. He was glad that she wasn’t totally fighting him. He fed her several spoonfuls of soup. Then, when the bowl was about half empty, he started to rub and gently squeeze her breasts through her clothes, as he put another spoonful of soup up to her lips. He wanted to see how she would react.
 
Rylee wasn't about to just give up and allow herself to continue to be a prisoner, no she was going to keep struggling until the end. She wasn't the type that just allowed herself to be pushed into a corner, not without some kind of fight. Sure she wasn't really fighting at that point in time, although that was definitely going to change at some point in time. She did continue to eat although it wasn't long before she felt hands on her breasts, which had her tensing up a bit. No she really wasn't liking this whole being touched thing, it would be a different story if this person was somebody that she was actually with. Who would have figured that the next bite of soup would be getting spit back at him and she was actually hissing at him not to touch her.
 
Travis didn’t say anything when she spit the soup back at him and she told him to stop touching. He just stood up and left. If she want to get out of the chair, She would have to learn to let him do whatever he wanted to her. He let her sit there for a few more hours. At dinner time, he returned with a fresh bowl of soup. He sat down and crushed some crackers in the soup. Then, he put a spoonful of soup up to her lips, and waited for her to eat.
 
The only thoughts that were on Rylee's mind was that she was going to get her revenge on this man when she was finally freed from this damn chair. Sure there was that inner part of her that was just telling her that doing as she was told would be the best option, yet there was another part of her that was telling her to continue to be defiant. And right now.... it would seem like the devil telling her to be defiant was winning. For the time being anyways; that would definitely change after a while. The more she struggled to get her wrists free, the more they began to ache. She was pretty sure that she had rubbed them raw by that time, yet she was still trying to get free.
When the man ended up coming into the room after hours, she did cease her struggles to get free from the ropes. "What do you want. Let me go." Rylee did eventually end up speaking, keeping her voice completely devoid of all emotion. But she was at least listening to that part of her that was telling her to eat what was being offered to her. No now that she was thinking about.... going on a hunger strike wasn't going to help her at all. In fact it would do the opposite for her, it was probably just going to put her in danger if it came to that.
 
Travis thought of how best to answer her question without speaking. Then he got an idea. He removed Rylee’s blindfold. She could see she was in a dimly lit room. The only things in the room were the table and chairs Travis brought in, a sink and a toilet.

Travis looked at her and gave her a friendly smile. He pointed at himself, then the soup, then Rylee. He then pointed at himself again, rubbed his chest, then pointed at her. Finally he pointed at the toilet and then at Rylee. He hoped she understood.
 
Rylee just found herself a bit taken back when the blindfold was being taken off. Even though the room was dimly lit, it still seemed rather bright. Yet again that tended to happen when one was blindfolded all day; and use to complete darkness. Her attention was soon turning towards the man that was in the room. Oh she recognized him.... the one from the park. The one that she had given advice to about a good spot to go. Turns out that giving advice had evidently been a bad idea or something like that.

The friendly smile sickened her and it only made her glare at him; if looks could kill hers probably would have by the time. "Let me go." was all she said, although some how she managed to speak those words in a dead seriousness; despite the internal quivering that she had going on. No she was absolutely terrified! Not that she was going to allow him to know that. At least she was going to attempt to try and hide it from him. Who knew if that was going to work how she wanted it to though. Her eyes did follow his actions for a moment; for the most part she understood what he was saying.

"How about your use your words." was all she said in a rather monotone, bored voice.
 
Travis shook his head no when she suggested using his words. He wasn’t going to talk until he thought she earned the right. He was in charge, not her. He repeated his motions. He pointed at himself, then the soup, then Rylee. He then pointed at himself again, rubbed his chest, then pointed at her. Finally he pointed at the toilet and then at Rylee. He waited for her response.
 
Rylee was just mbling that he was a crazed lunatic, and was definitely doing to be in a whole lot of trouble when he was caught. And his actions made no sense to her other than the pointing to the toilet. A question of of she had to go more than likely, which was a yes. "Bathroom." Was all she was mumbling.
 
Travis rolled his eyes. He took a pad of paper out of his pocket and wrote a quick note. Then he held it to her face so she could read it. It said…

If you let me rub your breasts through your clothes while you let me feed you, then when you are finished, I will untie you from the chair and then you can use the toilet.
 
Rylee read the note after he had written something down although all she could think was that he was an absolute pervert. Yet at least she still had her clothes on.... so while she was uncomfortable with it.... at least that was all. Touching through clothes, that she could probably deal with. Possibly anyways. Not that she was going to like it. Yet she didn't say anything at all; she didn't fight at all. Although what she didn't understand is why now he all of a sudden seemed to be giving her a choice.... if this could be considered a choice in general. Let the perverted man touch her through her clothing in order to use the bathroom; or continue to hold her bladder. Not that she had to use the bathroom direly, she just wanted to be untied from the damn chair.
 
Travis sat back down in the chair across from Rylee. He put a spoonful of soup up to her mouth and he wait for her to eat. If she refused to eat again then she would see him again until the next morning.
 
Rylee was just looking towards him for a moment in time but in the end she was opening her mouth. While she absolutely hated this having to do what this man said, at that point in time she didn't have a choice. Bear with it for the time being. He would end up leaving again eventually and she would just go back to trying to free herself.
 
Travis smiled as he continued to feed her and give her water. Soon, the soup and the water were gone. He took the table and the chair he was sitting in out of the room. Then he returned with a knife. He cut the ropes that were around her wrists and ankles. He helped her out of the chair. Then he lowered her to the floor. He picked up the chair she had been sitting in and walked to the door. He looked at her as he left, he gave her a smile and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.
 
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