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The Silent Treatment (Closed to Ryanmo97 and Black_Ribboned_Rose)

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Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan Morris 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. So, he decided to stalk and kidnap a woman and make her his sex slave.

He built the basement of his house into a dungeon to keep his new slave in and once that was done he headed into a nearby city to search for the woman he wanted as his slave. One day he was looking walking through the park pretending to take pictures, actually he was looking for his slave...
 
Shyann Winters
Age: 23
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 130
Hair: Light brown, caramel in the sunlight
Eyes: Blue-grey
Body Type: Hourglass

Shyann had lived in the small town her entire life. Spent her childhood running up and down the streets, spent her junior high and high school years at the tiny movie theater. Now as an adult, she spends most of her days with her friends. Spending time with her family. She was too sociable not to.

The brunette stepped onto one of the park's pathways as she glanced up at the sky. Dark clouds. She needed to make her run quick if she wanted to avoid getting wet. With the thought of curling up in front of the fire fresh in her mind, she took off ear buds in and music loud as she ran, completely oblivious to the man she just passed.
 
Ryan smiled when he saw Shyann. She was the one he was looking for. He followed discretely Shyann to her house. He found a good dry spot to watch the house completely undetected. He waited for hours to see if anyone else come in or out. No one did. When night fell, just a few lights came on in the house and around dinner time a pizza was delivered. Around 9 PM all of the lights went dark. Ryan knew it was time to make his move. He left his hiding place and went to get his van.
 
Around 9, Shyann slipped on a long t-shirt and slipped between the sheets. All the lights were off, the door was locked and nothing had ever happened before to make her question the security of her home as she snuggled into her pillows. Her intent was to be asleep an hour ago for she had to be up early but it was so hard to step away from the show she had been watching. This man had kidnapped this woman yet by the time of her rescue she felt no need to press charges. She was completely devoted to him.
 
That night, Ryan returned at midnight. This time driving a van. Ryan walked up to the door and smiled when he found the door wasn't even locked. He quietly walked upstairs and found Shyann's room. He smiled as he watched her sleep. He then took a needle out of his pocket and carefully pulled down her covers. Then, he stuck the needle into her thigh. What was in the needle was a drug that would keep her knocked out during her transport to her new home.

Ryan headed down to the van and got a large crate and a hand truck out of the back. He took the crate upstairs to her room. He carefully put Shyann inside and took her down to the van. Then he got another crate and took it back to her room. He filled the second crate will all of her clothes, shoes, underwear, jewelry, makeup, personal hygiene items, and other personal things of hers.

When they got back to his house Ryan took Hannah down to the dungeon. He put her in a small room. He put her in a chair in the center of the room. 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.
 
As the needle pricked her thigh, Shyann made a small noise of discomfort and shifted slightly before easily falling into an even deeper sleep, completely unaware of the man transporting her and her things from her home to a dungeon. Come morning, Shyann's eyes flickered to meet the resistance of the clothe. Confused to she tried to remove it to find her arms and legs tied rather uncomfortable to a wooden chair. With a soft, scared whimper she tugged at the ropes and wiggled in the chair hopping for escape. When that didn't work she called out with a timid, "hello?" Before raising her voice, praying someone would hear her.
 
Ryan let Shyann sit there for several hours. Ryan came in the room carrying a bowl of chicken noodle soup, 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 the soup on the table. He sat down in the chair, picked up the soup, got a spoonfull and placed the spoon of soup up to her lips.
 
Shyann flinched away when suddenly a spoon was placed to her lips, a soft gasp escaping her. She whimpered softly but took what was offered, quickly swallowing. "Please, let me go," she asked softly, her body trembling against the ropes binding her. "I swear, I won't tell anyone about this, not a soul! Just let me go..."
 
Ryan smiled when Shyann started eating. He didn't answer her. He just gave her a couple more spoonfuls, then he reached up and started to gently fondled her left breast through her t-shirt, before giving her another spoonful of soup. He waited to see what her reaction would be before continuing to feed her.
 
Shyann yelped in surprise and struggled to pull away as she felt the touch upon her breast, only to be blocked by the chair. How dare someone do this to her?! It was an outrage! She struggled against the ropes wanting to kick and slap whoever has her. But the ropes her too tight... Instead of breaking free like she wanted, she found herself only becoming more restricted, a soft whimper escaped her as she realized how hopeless this was.
 
Ryan didn't say anything when Shyann started struggling in the chair. He stopped, then he set the bowl of soup back on the table, got up and started to walk toward the door. He was testing her, she had to learn that if she wanted anything, it would be on his terms and not hers. He was in control, not her.
 
Hearing the sound of chair legs scrapping along the floor, Shyann instantly stopped struggling. If whoever this was left now god knows when he'll be back or if he ever will. Dread coiled in her belly as she realized this man or whoever held here hear could easily leave her in complete solitude here, with no one but her thoughts. She shuddered. It wasn't that she didn't mind the peace and quiet once in a while but if he was to leave her...

Being a socialite meant she was always surrounded by friends and family, by the throng of people as she moved down the street or through the mall. With no one but herself,, she feared for her very sanity. So with a soft whisper, she asked, "please, stay..."
 
Ryan smiled and walked back over to Shyann and sat down. He picked up the bowl and gave her another spoonful. After she ate it he would fondle her breasts. This pattern continued until the bowl of soup was gone. Then he got up and started to move the table and chair out of the cell. Once the table and chair were out of the room, Ryan knelt on the floor beside Shyann. He took out a knife and cut the ropes that tied her legs to the chair. Then he cut the ropes around her wrists, pull her arms from behind her back and placed them on her lap. He then removed the blindfold and she got her first look at her captor and her surroundings. The room was gray in color. There was a toilet with no lid and an odd drain a few feet from the toilet. There was no bed and no windows. Ryan then stood Shyann on her feet and took the chair she was sitting in and without saying a word, He walked out of the room and locked the door.
 
As she ate, she found herself gritting her teeth to stop the flow of words threatening to spill from her at his touch on her breasts. It was infuriating ant humiliating to be tied up and so helpless like she was. Shyann tilted her head to the side however as she began to hear things being moved, realizing it was her captor she wiggled all the harder against the ropes only to gasp and hold perfectly still as the cold blade of a knife brushed against her skin to cut away the ropes. With a gasp, she looked around as she stood only to come face to face with the man who had her imprisoned her. As he walked away from her she raced after him getting to the door just as he locked it. With a soft cry to pounded on the door, desprete to get out. "Please! Let me out!"
 
Ryan watched Shyann from his control room. There were pinhole cameras all over the room. Ryan left her in there alone for the rest of the day. At dinner time he passed her a bowl of soup and a bottle of water through a slot in the wall.

The next morning, Ryan returned to the cell. This time he brought a bowl of oatmeal. He didn't say a word as he sat down on the floor next to Shyann. He didn't say a word, he just sat there and waited for her to wake up.
 
That night she had slept as close to the wall as she could facing the door. She was truly surprised she could fall asleep in such a gruesome area but exhaustion had beaten her down until she was forced to curl up, shuddering from the cold. Still asleep she was completely unaware of the man once again entering the dungeon like room, until her head brushed his thigh as she shifted in her sleep pulling her from sleep. Her eyes struggled to adjust at first but on recognization, struggled back and away from him, fear gripping her.
 
Ryan smiled when he saw Shyann wake up. He took a spoonful of oatmeal and put it up to her lips. He planed on feeding her like he did with the soup. He wondered if she would still let him feed her now that her arms were now free.
 
When she didn't open her mouth to start eating the oatmeal. He deiced to just give her the bowl of warm oatmeal. He sat there at watched her eat. When she was finished he blindfolded her and brought her to her feet. He then escorted her out of the cell and to a bathroom.

He removed the blindfold. The bathroom was very simple. There was a shower, a sink, a toilet and a mirror. On the counter there was a set of clean clothes in Shyann's size. A simple blue blouse, a black pleated skirt that would reach her knees, a pair of blue satin and lace panties, and a pair of black Mary Jane flats.

Ryan took her toward the shower to indicate that now was the time she would be permitted to clean herself up. She could see in the shower that she was provided with her shampoo, conditioner and soap. He stood there and waited for her to start taking her clothes off.
 
Hesitantly, she took the bowl from him. Her first bite of the oatmeal made her realize how hungry she was, without a word she quickly ate all of it only stopping when it was gone to send out a silent prayer he didn't drug it. She glanced up to catch his eyes on her, only then realizing he had been watching her feet. As her mouth opened to thank him for the oatmeal, out of sheer habit than anything else, she let out a soft gasp as a blindfold was placed over her eyes.

Shaking in fear, she allowed him to pull her up and walked her through what sounded like two different doors as he opened each. When he removed the blindfold again, Shyann had to blink rapidly in order to see within the bright lights. Although the bathroom was simple it at least was nicer than the cell he had been containing her. Her small fingers reached out to stroke the skirt as she watched him point to the shower. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize he was allowing her to bathe but when she waited a few moments and he didn't move other than to watch her, she understood he wasn't going to move.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had a few choices but each one sounded as bad as the last. He was big enough to knock her out if she tried to run past him and lord only knew what he would do if she refused the shower. He had been nice enough as it is, apart from a few unwelcomed caresses, but that didn't exactly mean he's stay like that.

With a soft sigh, the young socialite opened her eyes once again and quickly pulled her clothes off, wrapping her arms around her to try to keep some parts of her anatomy from his roaming gaze while turning on the water. Still moving quickly, she ducked under the heated spray, allowing the water to run down her trembling body in cascades. She struggled to wash her hair and keep herself covered, hating the lack of a shower curtain.
 
Ryan watched Shyann closely as she undressed, he got a good look at her bottom as she strip. She was a very beautiful woman and all his to enjoy. When she took her clothes off he picked them up and tossed them into a hamper. Later, when she was back in her cell he would dispose of them. She would wear only what he gave her to wear. He stood there and watched her shower without saying a word. When she was done showering he gave her a towel to dry off.
 
She had seen him toss her clothes into the hamper and had a sinking suspicion she wouldn't be seeing them again. Although she longed to allow the heat of the water to relax her and to permit the water to pound out the kinks that had formed along her back from sleeping on the cold ground, the less time she spent naked under his watchful gaze the better. Seeing him offering a towel, Shyann turned of the water and took it from him, quickly wrapping it around her shivering, wet body, her eyes never leaving his as she struggled to dry herself off while staying covered as well.
 
Ryan just stood there and watched her dry off. Once she was dressed in the clothed he provided for her, he put the blindfold on her and took her back to the cell, removed her blindfold and left. This pattern repeated it self for the next seven days. He would feed her three times a day. Warm oatmeal for breakfast and soup for lunch and dinner. Let her shower after breakfast and give her clean clothes each day. The clothes were the same each day, a simple blue blouse, a black pleated skirt that would reach her knees, a pair of blue satin and lace panties, and a pair of black Mary Jane flats. During this time he never said a single word to her, no matter how much she begged.

On the seventh day, after her shower, he returned her to the cell. He removed the blindfold and stared at her, for several moments before he started to unbutton her blouse.
 
By the fourth day, Shyann had gotten used to the pattern. She tried to question with him: asking his name, where they were, what he wanted. But found him silent and unresponsive. The young woman tried making small talk with him, asking how he was when he entered the cell, what the weather was like and what the date was. She was desperate to hear someone's voice, even if it meant the voice of her captor. As the days continued like this, she found herself looking forward to him entering and leaving her cell. Although she was still uncomfortable in the way he watched her in the shower, him simply coming in to the cell made her feel better, as though she weren't so alone.

On the seventh day, at least she thought a week had passed, she was surprised to see him stay after removing her blindfold. By now he would have already turned and walked out, leaving her once again alone until the next meal. As he began to unbutton her blouse she understood. She realized she had two options. Stop him and watch him leave her alone once again... Or let him do as he wished... With her eyes closed and body trembling, she allowed him to undress her as he pleased.
 
Ryan smiled when Shyann didn't resist him unbuttoning her blouse. He slowly unbuttoned each button and once they were all opened. He slid the garment off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He then reached behind her back and lowered the zipper off her skirt. He pushed the garment off her hips and it slid down her legs and pooled at her feet. He then pushed her panties off her and let them slide down her legs and to the floor. Once she was naked in front of him, he leaned forward to kiss her gently on the lips.
 
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