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The Silent Treatment (Ryanmo97 x Tasinga Nightwolf)

Ryanmo97

Ryanmo97

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Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.

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...
 
Emma Rose Liono was a second year college student with dreams of being a doctor one day. Today though she was in the park enjoying the sun and just taking a walk. Her home currently was a studio apartment about five miles from college. This of course cost a good amount and required her to work whenever she was not at school or studying. Her grades were solid B's some even A's. As she walked today she noticed how calm everything was and was thankful for the quiet.

Around four o'clock she started for home needing to get dressed for work tonight she had a shift six to nine. Her white t-shirt hugged her body, the sweat making it so her black bra was just showing under her top. Other than that she only has on some Navi blue exercise shorts, fingerless gloves and running shoes. She was half way home when the streets seemed more empty, but that was why she liked the spot just enough put of the way to avoid people, but be near town.
 
After a couple of days of not finding the woman he was looking for, Ryan found her. He first saw Emma jogging through the park. He was a sucker for red heads. He took several pictures of her but not getting to close so she wouldn't suspect anything. 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 her work. Using the address of her apartment building, and the address of her work and the pictures he took of her, he was able to find out every thing he need to know about Emma Rose Liono. 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 Emma in the park, everything was in place and ready to go at home. Now he need to collect Emma. He had bought a van and parked in a dark alley next to Emma's apartment building. He was dressed in all black. It was Friday night, and she always worked late on Friday. There was no one else on the street, soon he heard the the sound of heels on pavement. He looked down the street and saw Emma walking his way. He smiled.
 
Emma had been dealing with so much she would not have noticed anything off. Like the fact one day she came home a pair of panties were on the floor or a repair man had come, but she did not remember anything braking recently. Her life was too crazy to think that any of this was not just simple happenings off life. She needed to get moving or she would be late for work. Dressed in a simple grey dress with a red ribbon around the waist her heels on to just make her slightly taller she headed out the door to work.

She did not have the time or money for a car so she walked it was only five minutes and most of it in light minus right outside her door and the block around her building. She was in a rush to get to work on time that she did not even notice the strange van. Not even looking down the ally she started to head towards her work.
 
Ryan waited patiently as Emma 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. When they got back to his house Ryan took Emma 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.
 
Emma woke up with a killer headache, like worse hang over tines a thousand kind if headache. She slowly came out of it not fully understanding things until she tried opening her eyes and realized she was blindfolded. Her shoulders hurt and she could tell she was sitting up. Trying to get out of the ties she found she could not move. Her brain started to go into overdrive as she tried to struggle more." Hey?!" She screamed and after a few moments started yelling more.

" Hello?! Is anyone there?! This is not funny?! Can anyone hear me?! Let me go!" She struggled against her ties for at least another hour, before she was too tired to even move her voice raw from yelling over and over for help.
 
The Next morning after he woke up he checked on the security cameras he had in Emma's room. He saw her struggling, so he deiced to pay his captive a visit. Ryan came into Emma'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.
 
Emma was tired from struggling, but on hearing the door open she swallowed and trying to steady her voice spoke." Hello?" No response came." Whose there?" She tried again. She heard something dragging and she tried to move again not wanting to know what it was she heard. It stopped and she said." Please my arms hurt?" Still nothing. This was painfully quiet for her.

She went on." I have a job, I can't miss classes. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone I promise." Still nothing, but she smelt setting and her stomache rumbled a little. The smell got stronger and she felt heat on her face. Was the person offering her food? Thinking for a moment it might not be safe, her hunger one and she carefully took a bite, chew and swallowed.
 
Ryan just sat there in silence. He wasn't going to answer any of her questions. It was a all part of his master plan to break her. He hoped he could get her to be his slave through the use of what he liked to call "The Silent Treatment." She wouldn't hear his voice until he thought she had earned the right. Ryan smiled as she opened her mouth and started to eat. After a couple of spoonfuls of oatmeal, he reached up and started to fondle her breasts over top of her dress. They felt nice, they weren't too big, but they weren't to small... They were just right...
 
Emma heard movement from the other person and tensed only to feel her breast touched and then played with." No don't please." She begged trying to move away, but could not. She felt a flush come to her cheeks as her body re-ached to the touch her nipples starting to perk up and she bit her lip to stifle a little moan. Stop that it does not feel good he's raping you partly. Right? She scolded herself mentally.
 
Ryan ignored her plea for him to stop touching her breasts. Soon the oatmeal was gone. He gathered up the table, the chair he was sitting in and the bowl and walked out of the room. He returned and removed her blindfold. Giving Emma her first look at her captor. He was wearing a blue polo shirt, tan pants, and sneakers. Then, he walked behind her chair, took out a knife and cut the ropes that tied her legs to the chair. He cut the ropes around her wrists, pull her arms from behind her back and placed them on her lap. Ryan then stood Emma 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. 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.
 
Emma stared at him fir a few minutes. She tensed when she saw the knife panic filling her gut. After he had cut the ropes and made her stand she relaxed a little rubbing her sore shoulders and wrist. Then he left, not a word or sound from him. Hearing the click of a lock she frowned and looked around. The floor was cold, no light from a window, but a tiny bulb that had no switch so it had to be outsude, a toilet and she could not see a bed only a drain. Walking over she looked down the drain to see if anything was in there. She also had to go so she went to the bathroom.
 
Ryan left Emma alone for the rest of the morning. At around, noon he came back in the room. He had with him a bowl of chicken noodle soup. He saw Emma sitting on the floor. He sat down on the floor next to her and put a spoonful of soup up to her mouth.
 
Emma stayed with her legs close to her hating this man. What had she done to him? Nothing. Why was he doing this? She wanted to go home and needed to think of a way out of this shit hole of a situation. Hearing footsteps and the door open she did not look up at him she just stayed thinking as he moved closer, quiet as always. She could not tell much about him, but he was at least bringing her food so he could not be evil right?

When he offered her a spoon full of soup she asked." Where do I sleep?" Nothing. She added." I'll eat when you amswer. You don't need to speak just point or is there a cot?" She did not sound snappy, just confused as hell.
 
When she asked about a cot he just shook his head. Then, he pointed at the soup. If she was good she might get luxuries like a bed, maybe a shower and some clean clothes. But, those had to be earn, as a she would learn during her stay with him.
 
Emma sighed some, but kept good on her word taking the soup. She would eat for two reasons see if it pleased him and two to keep from starving to death.
 
Ryan smiled when she started to eat. He fed Emma a couple of spoonsful of soup the he reached up and fondled her breasts over top of her clothes. This was a test for her. Her reaction would determine what happened to her next.
 
Emma flushed red and tensed some, but did not pull away afraid he would hurt her if she did. Plus she was still hungry and if he left with the food she would have to wait until he came back. Quiet, that was all she was not a peep came from her in either fear or enjoyment.
 
Ryan smiled as Emma didn't fight him when she fondled her breasts. She was scared of him... That's what he wanted. He wanted her to be scared of him. To willingly do what he wanted out of fear of being hurt. He didn't want to hurt her but he would if it came to that. Soon the bowl of soup was gone. Then, He stood up and left. Then he came in and pushed in a folding cot and a pillow sitting on top of it. He unfolded the cot and put the pillow on it. Then, he left the room, locking the door behind him.
 
Emma went to the cot and sat on it just trying to relax she felt stressed and tired. Wanting to go home she cried a little, thinking about what might be done to her. Laying down on her side she pulled her knees to her chest. Normally she was a fighter, but he out matched her in size and most likely stregth, fightimg was not the option of she wanted to live
 
Ryan left Emma alone for a few more hours until it was time for dinner. He had with him a bowl of chicken noodle soup. He sat down on the cot next to Emma and put a spoonful of soup up to her mouth. He looked at her with a friendly smile. He wanted her to be scared of him but he also wanted her to like him.
 
Emma looked at him and then sitting up some more." Thank you." She said rubbing her eyes and then after a moment ate some of the soup. At least it was warm and one of her favorites. She let the warmth work it's way down her throat into her body.
 
The routine was the same. He fed her and he fondled her breasts. Once the bowl of soup was gone. He walked out of the room and locked the door for the night. The next morning he returned with a bowl of oatmeal and fed it to her. Fondling her breasts as he fed her. Once the bowl of oatmeal was gone, 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 stall with clear glass, a sink with her favorite toothpaste and a fresh toothbrush, and a toilet. On the toilet seat there was a set of clean clothes in Emma'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 favorite shampoo, conditioner and soap. He stood there and waited for her to start taking her clothes off.
 
Emma had been scared when he had first blindfolded her but on seeing the shower relaxed. Looking at him she asked." Do I have a time limit?" She wanted to make sure she did not brake any rules on him cause he had the advantage right now.

She started getting undressed it took a moment cause the zipper on the dress was not the easiest to get. Then she took off her panties and looking at herself asked." Ravor? I imagine you like it smoother down there."
 
Ryan watched Emma closely as she undressed. She was a very beautiful woman and all his to enjoy. When she asked if she had a time limit. He shook his head. 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. When she asked for a razor shook his head. He stood there and watched her shower without saying a word.
 
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