Hiding Sandy Part 3

Before reading this part, you should read parts 1 and 2 first to see the progression of the story, since each part is sequential, but very different from each other. It was hard to give a plot summary for the second part, so I think some potential readers for the second part did not know what the second part was about, and the number of readers went down a lot for Part 2 versus Part 1.

Sandy woke up and felt very confused. Mike was alternating between being very mean to her and being nice to her, and she realized she was giving into his manipulations since she was learning to tolerate getting painfully punished, since she knew afterwards she would get extreme pleasure. Her attempts at manipulating Mike were not working at all and she felt very much out of control. She got really scared that she actually might start liking the painful degrading things Mike did to her, which would make her become a submissive who got off on pleasing a man. Maybe she was even developing feelings for Mike, which abductees sometimes do with their kidnappers. This would be worse than death for Sandy. She needed to take a stand now.

She went downstairs naked, as for some reason Mike had locked up all her clothes and she had nothing to wear, which really annoyed her. She finally found him in the kitchen and walked up to him in a rage.

“Mike, where are my clothes for today? You didn’t leave anything for me to wear today for whatever humiliating activities you have in store for me, before you decide how you are going to rape me tonight! I hope you don’t think I enjoyed anything we did the last two days. I was just faking it. A loser like you could never satisfy a woman of my class.”

“Well it looks like the bad Sandy is here for breakfast, not the nice one. Remember what I said that I own you for a year and I don’t care what you want. It is only about my pleasure and you realizing that you are not better than anyone else. I can easily tell the men who might want to do you harm where you are, and I could even bring you to them.” He was just bluffing. He really didn’t know if they were after her.

“Mike I am not afraid of your threats anymore. I don’t think they even care about finding me, it is Steve they wanted. I don’t know anything about his businesses, and they must know that.”

“You think I am making up a story that they might want to kill you? I will call them right now so you can talk to them.”

Mike called a number on his mobile phone, but it was not to Steve’s former business associates. It was a friend who was the same nationality as the men who might want to kill Sandy and had the same accent that Sandy had heard when Steve’s killers had coming looking for Steve at Steve’s house. Mike had told his friend that he was just playing a joke on Sandy, not that he was holding her captive for a year. He put Sandy on the phone with him and Mike’s friend gave a great performance, telling Sandy that they knew that Steve had hidden money, that Sandy knew where it was and that they were going to find her, chop her into little pieces and feed her to their dogs.

Sandy had a terrified look on her face as she quickly gave the phone back to Mike. Mike play acted with his friend on the phone that he was protecting Sandy and they would never find her, which Sandy believed.

“So Sandy, do you believe me now? Forget about you running away and the coyotes eating you or your getting hypothermia in the woods and freezing to death as you moan in pain. Steve’s business associate who I just spoke to first threatened me, but then he offered me a lot of money to hand you over. I don’t need the money, but it might be fun to think about you becoming dog food.”

“Okay Mike. You win. I cleaned the inside of your house and your outside yard the last two days. What sick twisted plans do you have for me today?”

“I will tell you after breakfast. You are going to need a lot of energy, but since you have treated me disrespectfully breakfast will be a little different today.”

Mike took all the platters off the table and put them on the floor and took the covers off them. Sandy looked at him strangely why he would do this. He cut up the pancakes, French toast, bacon, eggs and hash browns into small pieces.

“Sandy since you might end up as dog food, you should feel what it feels like for a dog to eat its food. Now get down on your knees and start eating this nice breakfast like the good little doggy you are going to be today. You are going to need a lot of energy for today’s activities, and this might be your only meal today.”

“I will never do that! This is humiliating. You are a horrible human being. If Steve were alive, he would kill you right now.”

“Well Sandy, Steve isn’t alive because of you. I am actually a very nice human being, but you are a rotten gold digger and if Steve had not been killed you probably would have him killed so you could get his money. These men are not nice people, worse than you, so just let me know what you want to do so I can decide whether to call them back to make arrangements to turn you over to them.”

Sandy actually had thought about having Steve killed but making it look like an accident, since she always had a scheme and no conscience. “Okay Mike. You win again. For now.”

She got down on the floor on all fours and went over to the dishes and slowly started to eat the food. She was very hungry and realized how painful it would be for a human to be eaten by an animal since Steve’s associates might just torture her and feed her to hungry animals while she is still alive. Mike said that the man on the phone also said he had pet tigers, so Sandy knew that it wasn’t just dogs that would be chewing on her beautiful body.

She struggled to eat the food and Mike came up behind her with a cane he had hidden behind the kitchen island. He started caning her ass and back as she ate.

“Ow Mike, stop that. I am going as fast as I can, please stop!”

“Sandy, you never stop trying to give orders.