was your training like?” I couldn’t believe he was asking me about
this. Certainly a man like him had an idea of what the women he had
purchased went through before they came to him. It upset me that
he was asking, but I answered him anyway. “I was trained by an
Australian man. He taught me commands, positions, to never look
my Master in the eyes, never speak unless told, and not to hesitate.”
I looked at my fingers in my lap.
“Did he hurt you?” He was closer now, and put his arm
around my waist. “He didn’t. But the men who worked with him did.
They never…ya know….because they couldn’t. The one guy who
tried, he killed.” I paused. He kissed my shoulder. “It was in the
middle of my training, and the men were taking a break. I could see
them off in the distance, eating, smoking, playing cards, and
drinking. He came out of nowhere and was all over me. I was
shackled to a wall, so there was nothing I could do. I had been told
by a girl in my cell that girls that weren’t pure were sent to brothels
or worked as prostitutes on the streets. She actually told me I was
lucky that I would be sold at an auction to one man, and I had
started to believe her.” He kissed my shoulder again and trying to
reassure me that I was better off with him. “He drooled on me and
had his hands all over. It was the same guy that got so mad after
they found out I was a virgin the first day. He leaned into my neck
and called me a little whore; then I heard the gun shot and I felt his
blood splatter my face. I was crying. I saw the Australian man
standing there with a gun. He took a bite of the sandwich in his hand
and said something like, ‘that prick was determined to fuck you from
the beginning. I warned him what would happen if he tried.’ Then he
turned back to the table. A few hours later two men came to pick up
the body at my feet. They didn’t clean off the blood for two days.” I
took a deep breath and stood up. “I don’t want to talk about this
anymore, is that ok?” He nodded and stood up with me.
“Norah, I want you to know I had nothing to do with your
kidnapping,” He took a deep breath. “And I hope on some level you
do think you are better off here than working in a brothel.”
I don’t know why but his comments just pissed me off. All the
sudden I wasn’t upset, I was angry, and it was directed at him. I knew
he didn’t have anything to do with my kidnapping, but he had
benefitted from it. I was here with him, and if I hadn’t been
kidnapped I wouldn’t be here. He stepped closer to me and pulled
me to him. “I’m so sorry that happened to you,” he spoke quietly. His
trying to be sweet just made me want to provoke him. I didn’t need
his pity, and I didn’t want his affection, not now. I crossed my arms
against my chest and took my best shot.
“Why did you buy me, Liam?” I said his name again and he
hadn’t told me I could. Last time he proved that upset him. He
looked shocked by my question. I was shocked by my actions. For
four days I had done nothing but wish he was with me. But now after
making me relive my nightmare, and knowing he was the sole
benefactor just made me sick. “What?” He moved away a little and
put his hands in his pockets. “Why did you buy me? It isn’t a hard
question.” I couldn’t believe I said that. I just knew he was going to
slap me. But he didn’t. “Why are you trying to piss me off? It’s been
a nice day, let’s not ruin it.” He moved back over to the blanket and
started packing things up. I could tell I was under his skin.
“I mean, I was told all these horrible things would happen to
me. How my Master would fuck me senseless. How he would share
me with his friends. How he would make me perform sexual scenes
in front of strangers. And none of that has happened. Here I am still
a virgin.” He was standing fully erect with his back to me. I went on.
“I mean, I know I turn you on, so why did you buy me? Certainly it
wasn’t to take up space in your guest room. You must have some
kind of idea of what you want from me. So what is it, Liam? Hmm?” I
waited and he dropped the basket. I knew it was coming and I
welcomed it. I was pissed and wanted to hate him. Hating him was
easier when he was angry. He turned to face me. I could see the
anger in his eyes. For a moment I was scared. He walked closer to me
and stood silently beside me.
“You’re deliberately trying to make me hurt you, aren’t you?
Do you want me to fuck you, Norah?” He grabbed my arm and drug
me back to the house. “This is what you want? You want me to be
rough? You want me to be angry? Is that easier for you to handle?”
He pulled me in the house and up the stairs. When we got to my
room, he shoved me on the bed then pulled off his jacket and tie.
When he started pulling off his shirt, I got scared and quickly
changed my mind.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t do this,” I held up my hand.
“Oh, it’s too late for sorry now little one. You brought this on
yourself.” He pushed his pants down and took his shoes off. He
crawled toward me on the bed and I tried to move away.
He grabbed my ankle and pulled me to him. He covered my
body as he pushed my dress up over my head and threw it on the
floor. He grinded himself against me and held my hands down so I
couldn’t fight him. I turned my head so I couldn’t see his face. He
moved down my body and pulled my underwear off, then covered
me again, and held my hands down. He parted my legs and pressed
himself on top of me.
“Please, stop,” I begged.
“Is this what you want? You want me to fight with you? You
want me to rape you, Norah?” I shook my head and begged him to
stop. “Oh beg me some more, please. I thought I wouldn’t like
fighting you, but I think I like it very much.” I got an arm loose and
slapped him. His eyes grew colder. “You slapped me?” He grabbed
my arm and slammed it in the bed. “You make me angry, provoke
me to hurt you, and now you slap me?” He moved his pelvis against
my sex. “Is our relationship easier for you to handle if I’m a monster
all the time?” He licked my neck and kissed me hard on the mouth.
“You think I have hurt you in the past, wait until I shove this
inside that tight pussy of yours. Then you’ll know what a fucking
monster I really am, Norah.” I clenched my eyes shut and let the
tears take over. I had asked for this. I provoked him. In a weird way, I
just wanted to get it over with. “Just do it, you sick bastard,” I panted
and prepared myself for the worst. But instead he stopped moving.
He released my arms and moved off of me. I opened my eyes and he
was kneeling between my legs. He looked at my face and then ran
his hands over his. He moved to the end of the bed and pulled on his
pants.
“I don’t want it like this. I never wanted it like this.” I don’t
think he knew he was talking out loud. He leaned forward, and
grabbed his clothes off the floor. He turned to me, “Why did you
make me do this? We were having such a beautiful day.” Then he
walked out. I cried for a while then got up and took a shower, put on
my pajamas and got back in bed. I curled up and tried to sleep.
Things had just become decent between him and I and I ruined it.
He was acting like he actually cared for me, and I pissed him
off on purpose. Usually he was the one that pushed me away after
he got too close. This time it was me pushing him away. Part of me
wanted to protect myself from him, make him happy to keep him
happy, but another part told me this relationship was fucked up from
the beginning and I shouldn’t like this man no matter how nice he
was to me. I wouldn’t be so confused if he was mean and hurt me all
the time instead of flipping back and forth. Then another very small
part of me said, he was just as lonely as I was; it said he wanted my
company and he bought me to be with him. It told me my caring
feelings for him were fine because he really did care for me too. I
cried for so long, and worried that he would return having changed
his mind. Finally as the sun set I drifted to sleep. My eyes flew open
when I heard the door open. I saw his dark outline walk to the other
side of my bed. I looked at the alarm clock and it was after midnight.
I tensed up thinking he had come back to finish what I started. I felt
the bed shift as he climbed in behind me. His arms wrapped around
me, and I could feel his face in my hair. I tried to pull away.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Norah. I don’t want to hurt you.
Please don’t fight me, I’m so sorry.” He was apologizing to me. I
provoked him. He moved my hair off my shoulder and kissed it. “Did
I hurt you?” he asked. I rolled to face him. I could see his face, and he
looked sad. I shook my head no.
“You just scared me,” I breathed. I touched his chest with my
hands and pulled at the neck of his t-shirt. He kissed my forehead.
“I scared myself. I let my anger take over. But I don’t want
you like that, Norah.” I looked up at him, and he wiped my tears
away. “I want you, believe me, I want you so bad.” He kissed my
forehead again. “But I can’t do it like that, no matter how angry I am.
That isn’t me.” He touched my chin and forced my eyes on him. “If
you’re worried about that, don’t. Don’t be worried. I will never force
you to have sex with me.” He stopped and swallowed hard. “Have
you been waiting for me to…” he trailed off like he couldn’t even say
the words. “Is that why you provoked me today?”
“I knew it would happen sooner or later. Rehashing how I got
here today, just made me remember all the bad things they said to
me. I’ve been so scared, I just wanted it over with.” I took in
staggered breath and started to cry again. I pressed my head in his
chest and he rubbed the back of my head.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Norah. I should have never,”
he cleared his throat and didn’t finish that sentence either. “I’m so
confused about you. I want to be close to you. But I guess I’m
afraid.” I looked up at him.
“What could you be afraid of? You’re so strong, powerful and
always in control.”
“I’m afraid that you hate me because I bought you. I’m afraid
that you hate me because I keep you in this room. I’m afraid you
hate me because I don’t want to let you go. And I’m afraid of losing
you anyway.” He was being honest, so I decided to reward him with
honesty.
“I’m afraid too. I’m afraid of letting my guard down and you
hurting me again. I’m afraid of going crazy in this room all alone. I’m
afraid of falling in love with my captor who might sell me when he’s
done with me.” He pulled me closer to him.
“No, Norah. I would never do that. Please don’t say that,” he
kissed my lips lightly.
“But most of all, I’m afraid of you rejecting me; and that
scares me more than anything else.”
Chapter seven
When Liam woke up Norah was still asleep next to him. He
leaned on one elbow and watched her. She looked peaceful. He
decided he didn’t want an awkward scene after their confessions last
night. So he jumped up, and left her room, leaving the door open
behind him. He showered, dressed and headed downstairs for
breakfast.
Norah woke up to find her bed empty. She ran her hand over
the vacant space next to her and balled herself up. She thought he
might have regretted his apology in the light of the morning. She
rolled to her back and covered her face with her hands.
“Good Morning, Norah,” she heard his voice and shot straight
up in bed. But he wasn’t there, just talking over the intercom. “I
would like you to join me for breakfast in the dining room, if you
don’t mind. As you can see your door is opened. Take a moment to
ready yourself and I will see you soon.”
She jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom. She
thought about getting dressed as she brushed her hair and teeth, but
decided against it. She grabbed the pink robe from the back of the
bathroom door, and slipped on her slippers. She stepped through
the door way half expecting to be shocked by electricity or set off
some kind of alarm. When that didn’t happen she continued down
