Master Of Puppets

©Sweet-Kisses™

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Kevin walked quietly into a silent room, closing the door behind him. He hummed a soft, nondescript tune to himself. Any stranger who passed him would conclude that life was treating him good.

And life was.

He was celebrity. A very big celebrity, in fact. Everyone knew who he was, and everyone tried to please him. Most of the time, Kevin kept these people in his corner strictly for what he could get from them. Those people thought that Kevin didn't know what they were about, but little did they know that he did. He wasn't going to allow any gold-digger to pull the wool over his green eyes.

He knew he could have any woman he wanted. And he did. Any woman that caught his eye, he got. That type of behaviour didn't just apply to women. He had everything he'd ever wanted in life. So much money, more money than he'd ever use in his lifetime. He had four reliable friends to depend on when the going got tough.

What was strange about Kevin's behaviour was that, lately, these women who were sharing his bed, weren't women. They were girls. Prepubescent girls. Most of the time, the girls that attend the groups shows. All Kevin had to do was seek out his prey, lay on the sweet talk and they were putty in his hands. Little did they know what they were in for.

Kevin stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at the top half of his body after removing his shirt. He admired the muscle tone and strength that he exuded. He was an extremely good looking celebrity, he knew that. His persona was sometimes bordering on arrogant. Of course, only those close to him ever really saw that side of him.

For all the public, and his fans, knew, he was a walking, living and breathing candidate for the Nobel Prize.

He walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. When his eyes caught sight of the bed, he smiled. "Hello again, gorgeous."

Lying against the dark sheets was a young blonde female. Naked. Her hands and feet bound together with silk ties. His silk ties.

The girl for this particular night was called Daisy. Daisy's parents were rich and thought that a Backstreet Boys concert with her friends would be harmless.

Wrong.

They didn't know exactly what Daisy was getting up to. Daisy's parents were too engrossed in Wall Street to understand, or even acknowledge, her behaviour.

When Kevin took her back to his room and took away her clothes, which was done with extreme force, he tied her up. Daisy then shrieked and pouted in the way that could only be done by a spoiled preteen. "Why did you tie me up? Where are my clothes!"

He could've laughed in her face. Instead, he proceeded to commit an act that was deemed utterly disgusting and illegal.

Kevin sat down on the bed and touched Daisy's hair. "Miss me? I missed you."

She could feel her lower lip tremble. When she met Kevin, he told her that he would introduce her to Nick, her favorite, for an autograph. Now, tears welled in her eyes. He had taken her clothes, all her money, tied her up, and done things to her she couldn't even imagine. She was told that everyone did those things. He reassured her. Nobody really talked about it. Now she wasn't so reassured.

Daisy sniffed back tears. "I want to go home," she whispered.

"You don't want to play anymore?"

She shook her head wildly. "It hurts."

"I told you it would," Kevin said in a soft, soothing-like voice, wiping away a tear that trickled down her face. "You knew that. I didn't want to hurt you, Daisy. But I had to. You're sorry, now. Aren't you?"

Daisy stared at Kevin with wide eyes. Why should she be sorry? She was so confused. She didn't understand what was going on. "I-I-I - "

"Come on, Daisy, dont make me hit you," he ordered in a low voice. "I dont want to do that again."

"Yes," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

"And you won't tell anyone. Will you?"

"No."

"And you know what would happen if you did tell?"

A small shudder ran through Daisy's young body. "Yes."

Kevin had a satisfied expression on his face. "Good. Now that we've got that cleared up..." He took off the binds from around her wrists and feet and placed them on the bed. "Since you don't want to play with me..."

"What?"

Kevin stood up and crossed his arms. His green eyes began to gleam with mischief. "I'll give you the pleasure of playing all by yourself, little Daisy."

Daisy held on tight to her knees as she stared up at Kevin in disbelief. She had to get out of there. The bedroom doorway was clear. She was a fast runner, she knew she was. But could she outrun a full-grown male? She didn't know, she didn't think she could. But she had to try, didn't she?

In one swift movement, she jumped off the bed and ran for the door. She ran as fast as her legs would allow, her long blonde hair flowing around her. She got as far as the living area before Kevin grabbed her and slammed her up to the wall separating the bedroom and living area. "I told you to do as I say!" he screamed at her. "I told you to fucking obey me!" He punctuated every word by pounding her head against the wall.

By the time he dragged her into the bedroom once again, she felt as though she were going to pass out.

Kevin threw her down on the bed. He was breathing heavily. He was beyond angry as he put his face close to hers. "Now you listen to me, Daisy. You do what I tell you to do. Hear me?"

Daisy nodded just once, weakly.

This wasn't the first time Kevin had acted like this. He was actually becoming a real pro.

No one would've believed it.

Especially not his four friends, who he joined later on that night for drinks in their favorite club of the city they were in. And little did they know that he was on the lookout for yet another young victim.

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