It has been a few days, or at least I think it has been. In this dark lonely basement, I really can’t tell time. No windows, no light, no sounds except my whimpers, a rusty pipe dripping and maybe even something crawling. I’m not sure if I appreciate the time away. He’s been gone a few days now, my poor swollen pussy thanks him, but I also have this pit of fear in my stomach. I fear what is to come. Will things be worse since he’s been gone so long? Maybe he has another victim somewhere and is just giving my abused pussy a break. I just worry what he will do when he comes back. Will I be punished even more? Will he be alone? Will all my holes be filled? Will I cry again and beg for mercy? Will he laugh at me like he always does, especially at my pathetic attempts to beg my way home? I don’t know what is to come and there is nothing I can do about it, except sit here in anticipation. Waiting for my kidnapper to return.