Carol flinched as if he was stripping her naked. She blushed again as she remembered the night before.

Finally he reached down and unhooked her from the bed. He locked his arm around her and walked her to the kitchen. He bent down and fastened her leg to another longer chain. She could move around the kitchen, but she couldn't get away.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"So you won't run away," he answered.

"But you just can't keep me here. Not like this."

"Make me some breakfast," he commanded.

"I won't make you anything," she said. "You've got to let me go."

He didn't hit her hard. He hit her in the stomach, just hard enough to knock the breath out of her.

Carol grabbed her stomach and her knees went suddenly weak. She leaned against the table to keep from falling.

"You make me some breakfast," he said. "Then we'll talk about what I can and can't do."

She didn't like the look in his eyes. She had never been as frightened of anybody as she was of this man. He had brutally abused her the night before, and she knew he was capable of doing it again.

"All right!" she gasped. "I'll make your breakfast."

She felt silly at running around the kitchen in her gown as she made him breakfast. The gown was ripped and dirty, but it was still clinging to her body. She felt his eyes on her as she moved around the room.

"You are a beautiful bitch," he said.

She finished his breakfast, then she sat down across from him while he ate. She wondered about her husband. She knew John would have the police looking for her. At least she was alive. Things could have been worse.

"You look pretty good," he said. "Almost as good as you fuck."

"Please let me go," she whispered.

Carol wasn't ready for the violent way he grabbed her. He jerked her out of her chair and pulled her into his lap. He ripped the top of her gown away to reveal her round, jutting tits.