"You can run, but you can't hide," a voice rang throughout the place. It echoed off walls, with no clear indication of where it was coming from. Only a male's voice, clear and a bit happy. I could hear laughter before he spoke again.

"There is only one way out. Find it before I find you, and you are free. Although if I find you first, I will fuck you," he informed me, laughing as if it were a joke. Which I wanted it to be. A dream, a joke, a nightmare. I wanted to slap myself awake, even though I knew I was awake, that this wasn't a joke.

I pushed out of the room I woke up in, stopping in a long hallway. There were many doors lining each side. Not hesitating any longer, I ran towards the stairs, sliding to a halt when a gate shut on them. It came from the ceiling, crashing down with a loud racket. My hands grabbed the bars, shaking them and trying to push them back up. It didn't budge, just held its ground from my assault.

I walked away, defeat ringing loudly in my ears. I wouldn't go down without a fight, without doing everything possible to get out of this hell. I spotted the camera in the corner of the hallway, then spied all the others set up. There were a few speakers strategically spaced, allowing him to talk to me from various areas throughout the house.

I tried the first doorknob. The door was locked; a lock was screwed in it. I needed a key to go into this room. The next door opened, so I entered. The walls were all black; even the windows had thick, dark curtains on them. Running to said window, all I could see outside was an expansion of trees. There were bars on the outside, and the window was nailed shut.

"Can't get out that way," the voice teased me. I tried hitting and even kicking the window, helpless to my surroundings. I used my anger, but the window never broke. Pissed, I tried more doors, most of them locked, then a knob turned and opened into a bedroom. The room was painted in a pale blue, with dark blue bedsheets. The window had dark blue curtains and, again, bars on the outside.

"You can lie on the bed and get ready for me. Make it easier on you," he chuckled. I ran to the door, pushing it open, but it didn't budge. Pounding on the door did nothing for me. However, it made him laugh more. I checked the closet, not finding a way out, then ran to the bathroom that was attached. Finding a door, I ran and pushed it open.

Picking myself off the ground, my eyes feasted on a perverse playroom. I stood frozen, my gaze lingering on the objects before me. Around the room, he had spanking tables, a cross, a swing, and whips. A part of a wall was lined with whips, belts, and other things I didn't know. There were drawers along another wall, but I couldn't open them. I didn't want to see what else he had.

"I see you found my playroom. I can already picture you lying on the cross, chained up and begging me to use your body. I can feel the whip in my hand, marking your pale body. And when I am done, you will be begging me to fuck you hard like the slut you are."

His words were chilling, forcing my body to finally move. I felt the walls, looking for a hidden door. And my luck helped me find one. Pushing open the heavy door, I stepped into another room.

This room was all pink. Pink walls, curtains, and bedsheets. The furniture was white, and on the walls were dozens of pictures of me. In various forms of sleep, work, and hanging out with friends. In some of the pictures, my hair was visibly different, meaning he took these photos over the last year. I tried to think back to see if I ever sensed anyone following me, but nothing came to mind.

Not dwelling any longer, I opened the door leading me back to the hallway. The gate was gone, leaving it possible to walk down them, which I did without hesitation. Running down them, I ran right to the front door. I removed all the locks, my blood and heart pumping in overtime. I was just seconds from freedom, but I kept fumbling the locks, my fingers and brain not working together.

Finally, the last lock gone, I pulled the knob to freedom. But nothing happened. The door didn't open; it didn't even budge. I checked the door again, finding nothing keeping it closed.

"That's not the exit, little rabbit. Although you are getting warmer," he teased. My anger began to boil up with feelings of doom. With my back to the door, I spied a couple of doors around the open floor plan. I ran to the one off the kitchen, but again, through all the locks, the door didn't open. Hoping the last door was my freedom, I grabbed the knob and took a deep breath.

Pushing the door open slowly, I could see a bookshelf along the back wall, with a desk in front of it. Deeper inside I stepped, noticing another bookshelf across from the other one. In front of it sat two chairs with a small table between them.

Sensing the room to be empty, I checked the desk and the drawers, hoping I could find something to get me out of here. However, like the rest of the house, there was nothing.

I sat in the chair, defeated and pissed. It was all a trick, with no way out. My hands holding my head, I let the tears run down my face, as if crying would help me out. With no other ideas, I returned to the blue bedroom and lay on his bed. My mind was made up. I would do what he wanted and then leave this nightmare.

I left all the covers on, deciding to lie on the blanket. I kept my pajamas on since he never told me to undress.

Until he did.

"Strip your clothes off and then lie back down." The voice was no longer coming from the speakers but was close by. I stood up, my gaze looking everywhere. I removed my shirt, taking it off before sliding down my bottoms. Naked as the day I was born, I lay back on top of the bed.

"On your stomach with your hands behind your back," he ordered. I rolled over, my body close to the edge with my hands behind my back. I heard his quiet footsteps as he neared me. Then his hands were on my arms as he tied my arms and wrists.

"What do I call you?" I asked him.

"Master works." Of course, this ass wants to be called Master. But if that's what he wanted, I would do it.

"Okay, Master," I squeaked out. He chortled as he pushed me up onto my knees. His hands leisurely rubbed my ass cheeks, his touch tender.

"Your pussy is sopping wet, already begging for my cock," he bragged, his fingers inching along my slit. He wasn't wrong; my body was into him. The bed dipped as he got onto it. I could feel his breath on my backside, and then his fingers were replaced with his flat tongue.

"Oh," I squeaked out. His tongue went from my clit to my asshole, where he deliberately played with my back hole. His tongue pushed in, causing me to jump.

"Hold still, or I will tie you to the bed," he commanded me. His hands held my hips as his tongue fucked my anal cavity. The feeling was foreign, but not so in a bad way. I could feel my pussy convulsing, ready to squirt any minute. But he pulled away.

I groaned into the pillow, my body an inferno. After a few minutes of silence, Master leaned back down, his tongue flicking my bean. He strummed my clit, then his mouth went to my pussy, biting along my labia, back up to my ass cheeks, biting with a purpose.

"Fuck," I screamed out when his bites became harder. He didn't quit, as his teeth sank into my plush bottom. His teeth marked numerous areas, kissing each area before we went on to another spot. He didn't bite with force, just enough to wake me up and keep me in the moment.

"I think you are ready for Master's cock. Beg me to fuck you," he commanded me. His hands dug into my hips, pushing in as he waited for me to answer him.

"Please," I cried out.

"Not good enough, little rabbit. Tell me how bad you want Master's cock," his words, a grunted demand.

I didn't have a choice, so I tried again. "Please, Master?" I begged again.

"What do you want Master to do to you, little rabbit?"

Trying my hardest not to break down, I asked, "Please, Master, fuck me."

"Good girl," he said as his cock lined up to my entrance. His tip right there, teasing me, playing with me.

When he didn't penetrate me, I squeezed my eyes shut, listening for anything or anyone. A slight whisper sounded, saying, "Little rabbit. Time to wake up, little rabbit."

I sat up, my hands clutching my drenched pajama top to my chest. My heart was beating furiously, my eyes roaming to where I was. I realized that I was home, in my pink room, all alone.