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The Silent Treatment (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Ryanmo97

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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. 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, 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...
 
She wasn't a millionaire or a self made woman. She was still trying to figure out where she fit in the world. She was simply jogging through the park. She paid simple rent as a hacker by day and going to whatever party was available.

Her name was Rose. Rosie to her friends. Her long curly red hair was pulled back tight, and her iPhone earbuds hunt down around her chin. She wore a work out bra and some capris. Her blue eyes were so focused on the road ahead of her, she did not spot the man scoping out women. And why should she, she was barely 21.
 
After a couple of days of not finding the woman he was looking for, Ryan found her. He first saw Rose jogging through the park. He took several pictures of her but not getting to close so she wouldn't suspect any thing. Once she left the park started to follow her and discreetly took more pictures of her. He stayed back far enough so she wouldn't suspect any thing. He followed her to her apartment building but didn't go in. He continued to watch her building and saw her going out. He followed her to a club. He was able to bribe the bouncer and find out that the woman's name was Rose. Using the address of her apartment building, her name and the pictures he took of her, he was able to find out every thing he need to know about Rose. He then set about following her for the next month and he started to learn her patterns. He even was able to get into her apartment, under the disguise of being a repairman so he could get clothing sizes for her and other things he would need to know.

It was a month after he had first seen Rose in the park, everything was in place and ready to go at home. Now he need to collect Rose. He had bought a van and parked in a dark alley next to Rose's apartment building. He was dressed in all black. It was Friday night, and she always went out to a party on Friday. There was no one else on the street, soon he heard high heels. He looked down the street and saw Rose walking his way. He smiled.
 
He would find she was a social butterfly and there was nothing she would not do. As he watched her, she got drunk several times, took elicit drugs, and had sex. She thrived on what people thought of her.

She was walking home alone after a late night party. It was borderline sunrise. Last few moments of full dark. Shutting her eyes tightly, she stopped by the alley and got sick. Rolling her eyes, she moaned as she threw up. Her thick jacket covered her skimpy dress as her red hair hung around her face.
 
Ryan watched as Rose threw up. He shook his head. He knew that she was going down a dangerous slope. He knew that she was going to end up dead sooner that later. What he was planning on doing just might end up saving her life. 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 thought she was done throwing up, 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. When they got back to his house Ryan took Rose down to the dungeon. He put her in a small room, removed her thick jacket, sat her in a chair in the center of the room, 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.
 
Rose groaned spitting wishing she had taken a bottle of water. She was debating moving into the alley to take a nap until her headache passed. That was her last thought before she passed out falling like a sack of bricks in his arms.

Her dress was a sexy blue dress. She was snoring deeply and was drooling down into her chest. She had no idea the peril that she was in.
 
The Next morning after he woke up he checked on the security cameras he had in Rose's room. He could hear she was still asleep. He deiced to just let her sleep and he would pay his captive a visit once she woke up.
 
A little time later, Ryan checked on the security cameras again and he saw Rose struggling, so he deiced to pay his blindfolded captive a visit. Ryan came into Rose'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.
 
She waited until he came to sit. She could hear the subtle grown of a chair as he sat. Or who she assumed was a man. She smelt the food and if there was anything left in her stomach she would have thrown it up.

"Listen to me you sick fuck, you let me out now and I will leave you alone. If you don't I will make sure you regret it." She snarled and lunged at him with enough force to make her chair creak forward.
 
Ryan didn't say anything as Rose threatened him or tried to pull out of the restraints. He just sat there and continued to hold the spoon of oatmeal up to her lips.
 
Ryan could see that Rose was in no mood to eat. So he stood up, picked up the bowl and walked our of the room
 
Ryan ignored her shouting. She need to learn that he was in charge. Ryan returned a few hours later with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. He put a spoonful of soup up to her lips.
 
She took it into her mouth and spit it at him angrily. "Let me the fuck go!" She barked and began to furiously rock back and forth and once again began to tip her chair but this time she would get closer to tipping the chair all the while she hurled profanities at him.
 
When Rose spit the soup at him, he just got up and left. If her chair tipped over he would just leave her there until he came back. He was in control, not her. The sooner she learned that, the better.
 
Ryan let her lay on her side for about 5 hours. When he came back in with a fresh bowl of soup, he sat her back up, sat down in the other chair and then put a spoonful of soup up to her mouth. He was sure she would be close to breaking. If not, she would just end up spending the rest of the night tied to the chair.
 
Ryan stood up and put to fingers to Rose's neck to check her pulse. When he could feel one, he went back to his chair, sat down and put a spoonful of soup up RP her lips.
 
Ryan thought for a second. He walked out of the room and returned with a bottle of water. He opened the bottle and put the opening to her lips.
 
Ryan sat there not knowing what to do. He was sure that this would break her. But she was very strong willed. Just then, he got an idea. He took the table and chair out of the cell. Then he, walked back in and cut the rope from around Rose's wrists and ankles. Then, the stood her up and held onto her as he moved the chair from behind her. He knew that she wouldn't be in any shape to stand after sitting for so long. Then he lowered her to the floor and he removed her blindfold and she got her first look at her captor. He was wearing a blue polo shirt, tan pants, and sneakers. Ryan then walked out of the cell, locking the door behind him. Once he was gone she got her first look at her cell. It was a concrete room with no windows. There was a toilet with no lid and a drain in the floor, that was it.
 
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