Chained like a dog

Grunting, Katharina raises her head. She blinks and stares at the wooden cabin she remembers all too well ... Vaas his house. Shocked, she tries to sit up. An iron chain adorns her wrist and the wooden frame of Vaas's bed. "What the hell" she growls angrily. "Good morning Chicca" sounds a familiar voice. The warm blanket slips off her as she gazes at Vaas's deep eyes. He was watching her from the kitchen. "Vaas" she whispers gently. The wound on her leg is burning like never before. Vaas chuckles and walks over to her. "Did you really think it would be that easy pera? Hm? Did you think you ... simply injured deer, could escape from me so easily ?! VAAS MONTENEGRO he roars loudly. While he shouts louder and louder he grabs her shoulders firmly. His fingers form blue marks on her skin. Trembling she tries to look in his eyes. A tear rolls over her cheek. Vaas doesn't say or do anything. He just stares in her eyes. Then he sighs and pushes her back down on the bed. "You have to do more to get out of my grasp, Pera. But thanks to you those two California boys got away. Tsk Tsk Tsk. What am I going to do with you now huh? You know what? I think I am going to keep you right here. For a while. I like it. No I fucking love it. You being tied on my bed. Doing whatever I want. Pleasing me whenever I want." "Vaas what the fuck" groans Katharina. "I'm sorry, do you have any idea how fucking rude that was?!" Katharina swallows and bites her lip. "Sorry" she mumbles. Vaas smirks and fixes his mohawk. Then he leaves the cabin.

Katharina sighs. All her effort, all her pain... for nothing. For being chained like a dog. On his bed... why did she even try" cryingly she lays herself down again on the bed that smells like him...