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The Silent Treatment (Ryanmo97 X ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ)

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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...
 
Dakota Johnson
Age: 25
Height: 4'6
Weight: 115 lbs.
Hair: brown w/blonde bangs
Eyes: icy gray
Body Type: curvy and slender.

Dakota was moving through the park, trying to get past people. She was wearing her tight, ripped up pale blue jeans with her half, rolling stones tank top. Her black sunglasses hid her pale eyes. Dakota grumbled to herself as she moved.
 
Ryan smiled when he saw Dakota in the park. She was going to be perfect. She was more than a foot shorter than him. He then started to follow Dakota, but he stayed back far enough so she wouldn't suspect anything. He need to know where she lived and where she worked so he could start to form a plan to kidnap her.
 
Dakota started walking to her house, hands in her pockets. The breeze blew her hair a bit and some got in her face. She mumbled and moved her hair. Sighing.
 
Ryan followed Dakota to her house. Then the next day he got up early and followed Dakota to her work. He followed her for the next few weeks and learned her patterns.

It was late at night a few weeks after first finding Dakota, He had bought a van and parked in a dark alley along Dakota's walk home. He was dressed in all black. It was Thursday night, and she always worked late on Thursday. There was no one else on the street, soon he heard footsteps. He looked down the street and saw Dakota walking his way.
 
As Dakota got out of her car, she locked it and was fumbling with her keys. Trying to find the house key. She huffed, annoyed with the keys.
 
Ryan waited patiently as Dakota walked closer. There was still no one around. He was deep in the shadows, his black clothes and black face mask perfectly camouflaged him. 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.

When he saw her start to walk past the alley, he pounced on 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. He put her in the back and cuffed her arms and legs together. He knew the drug would keep her out but he wanted to make sure she was secure just in case. Once, she was secure, he covered her with a blanket, jumped in the drivers seat and headed to his house.

When they got back to his house Ryan took Dakota 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.
 
When Dakota awoke. She froze, started to shake. She couldn't see a thing. "Hello?" she called out. No answer, "Hello? Someone there?" she called out again, still no answer. Dakota tried to move but couldn't, but she did succeed at falling over on her side. Chair still connected to her. "Ow!"
 
Ryan let Dakota 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 saw her laying on the floor. He set the bowl on the chair. He put her back into a sitting position 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 spoonful and placed the spoon of soup up to her lips.
 
Dakota hesitated, she slithered her tongue out to taste it. Once she did she shook her head as the soup burned her tongue.
 
Ryan didn't say anything he kept the spoon of soup up to her mouth and waited for her to start eating it.
 
"Who are you?" She asked quietly and took a sip of the soup. Ignoring the burning sensation.
 
Ryan didn't answer her as he continued to feed her. He just sat there and quietly fed her soup. Once the bowl was about half empty, as he fed her, he reached out and started to fondle her breasts through her clothes.
 
She gasped. Dakota tried to kick at the stranger, "Stop!" She screamed.
 
Ryan didn't say anything when Dakota 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.
 
Dakota muttered to herself, wanting to die now. "Please don't leave.." She whimpered.
 
Ryan smiled he sat back down and continued to feed Dakota and fondle her breasts. Soon the bowl of soup was gone. He stood up folded up the table, carried it out of the room, then he came back for the chair and the bowl and left her there, tied to the chair and blindfolded.
 
Dakota was confused. She looked around and frowned. She had no idea what was going on and where she was.
 
The next morning, Ryan came in the 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 the soup on the table. He shook Dakota to wake her up. Then, He sat down in the chair, picked up the oatmeal, got a spoonful and placed the spoon up to her lips.
 
Dakota woke up but didn't eat, she was getting weak and tired.
 
Ryan deiced that Dakota needed some rest. He set the bowl down. Then he untied her from the chair and laid her on the floor. Then he took the chairs and table out of the room. He left her on the floor still blindfolded. Then he closed the door and locked it.
 
Dakota whimpered. Feeling the hard and cold floor on her skin. She started to cry herself to sleep.
 
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