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STALKING TAYLOR

Volume 4 of The Taylor Saga is complete! This is the blurb from the back of the book.

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Michael was a shy, tall awkward boy in high school. When he fell for Taylor he kept his feelings for her a secret. They became the closest of friends, sharing every detail about their lives, except one. When Taylor began dating the star quarterback, Chris, her life took an abusive turn. Although she confided nearly everything to Michael, the abuse she suffered at Chris’s hands was a topic she refused to discuss. Michael was forced to watch the most beautiful girl he had ever met withdraw into herself and become a shell of a person. After one night of ecstasy, Michael had left Taylor to enlist in the Marine’s. Little did either of them know that she had conceived a child that night, a child that would put all three of them on a collision course with destiny.

 

Michael befriended Chris in college, calling himself David. Together they built a very profitable business of training love slaves. When David had brought Taylor to the Arizona ranch, his quest to help her remember began. His quest to protect her and their child also began.

 

Chris wanted Taylor to admit the child was his and give him access to her. Chris set out to get that information using any means necessary…

 

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Taylor's Freeedom - Teaser for book 3 of the Taylor Saga

 

 

 

This is the raw, unedited cut - enjoy it, thefinal product shall change slightly - mainly in chapter 3 to make it a bit longer :P

 

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Prologue

 

            My journal was started as a form of escape for me, escape from a situation no woman would ever dream of being in. Today it provides a means of simply tracking time, as time is something I lost track of long ago. Reflecting on the last few years I can see now that Chris was the true danger to me. Now that he’s dead my life seems to have stalled. Not knowing how to move forward, how to let go of the terrible past I experienced has me spinning my wheels simply coexisting here. David has been so patient as I try to adjust to the fact that I am truly free, something I had dreamt of for so long but now cannot seem to grasp the reality of it. Looking down at the key ring in my hands disbelief still fills me. Although David had ordered every door in the house unlocked, I could not bring myself to put the keys aside. Glancing out the window at the English Maze below me it occurred to me just how much I had in common with that maze. It seemed no matter which way I turned I became lost not knowing where to go. The more answers I sought only presented more questions and confusion.

            Sitting here in the window ledge of our suite I watched the world go on as I seemed held in place trying to work out the shock of holding this key ring in my hand. David had not pressured me, he has allowed me this time to come to terms with this new freedom. But just what was this freedom? What exactly did it mean to me now that I have chosen to remain here with him? I attempted to focus on the strange conversations I had heard just days after David had found me in that horrid closet. Pieces began falling into place now, the estate attorney needed to speak to me because Chris had willed everything to me. But why? What could I possibly do with the estate he had left me, I couldn’t leave here. Did I even want anything he had left me after everything he had put me through?

            Over the last several days I had explored every inch of this mansion, leaving no door unopened and no room unexplored. Being able to do this now felt very strange to me. I had been locked in a room for so long that it almost felt wrong doing this. Had my captivity changed me so drastically that I could no longer function in a free world? Could I ever adjust to the changes that have occurred over the last several weeks? Freedom frightened me now, knowing Rico was still out there somewhere and probably holding me responsible for Chris’s death. Although I was permitted to go outside now, I never did. The fear that this is all a dream, a creation of a ravaged mind tormented me. A small part of me feared that I was still trapped in Chris’s closet, tormented and near death. Nothing seemed enough to snap me out of this state.

            The nightmares haunted my sleep, never permitting me to truly rest. David held me until I drifted back off into another round of tormented dreams. Other than shrieking, I had not spoken a word in several days. I could see the concern on David’s face. No matter how I tried though I just could not make the words form. My heart ached to communicate with him what I was experiencing, but I couldn’t. How could I voice what I didn’t understand myself? Would I ever reconcile this within myself? My life has been in turmoil for so long I no longer recall what a peaceful existence was. Is it even possible now?

            The warmth of the sun through the window did little to cheer me up. Memories of David dressing me filled my thoughts as I sighed heavily wishing somehow all this would clarify itself within me. I knew things would be very different now, but truly desired the passion between David and myself to intensify. Somehow I knew there was so much he had not taught me yet, and I desired that knowledge more than I desired air to breathe. The keys began digging into my palm as I had squeezed them tightly. Looking down I saw such a simple piece of metal, carved and used to confine me, bind me and torment me. How long had I begged for freedom only to have it denied? I had given up that dream long ago, yet now held it in my hands. Why is this freedom terrifying me, after yearning for it for so long?

            Hearing the door open I glanced over to see David enter the suite. Silently I put the journal up and go to him, embracing him tightly. My silence bothers him, but in this moment I have no words to comfort him with. In his arms I feel safe, secure and less confused. His embrace is all I truly desire, his touch and his love. Why is life so confusing?

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

            Several days passed in a daze. The shock of the keys being handed to me was too much for me to process so soon after everything else. I was almost incoherent most of the time and David never left my side. His presence was comforting, yet confusing. He was the one who originally kidnapped me. He had held me here just the same as Chris had. Now he handed me the keys to my freedom and told me I was free to choose whether to stay or go. I chose to stay with him, but the entire situation overwhelmed me. I had not let go of the keys. I kept them with me all of the time, even when I slept. Part of me was still afraid it was a dream that I couldn’t wake up from, that I didn’t want to wake up from. Today I had been wandering around the house aimlessly and found myself in the basement, directly in front of the room I had been held in for over a year. The door was open but I did not go in. I couldn’t even though I held the key to that door in my hand. I didn’t recall walking down here or why I even came down. I didn’t want to be here, it was too painful. Yet, here I stood staring at the door that had prevented me from having any contact with the outside world. Was the world still out there waiting for me? Or had I missed so much that I was doomed to stay in this house forever? I took a deep breath and walked into my old room.

            Nothing had changed, it was as I had left it. I looked around as a flood of emotion overtook me. I fell to my knees in tears and in seconds David was at my side. He said nothing, just offered me his hand. I stayed on my knees twirling the keys in my hand as he patiently waited for me to snap out of this state. Images of the horrors that happened in this room flashed through my mind. In a rush I was swept back in time and watching the horrors as if I was standing outside of myself in the room. The cameras were all still there but David had killed the website. He removed all of the archives with me on them. But I knew that once something is online it’s there forever somewhere. I looked around and remembered the days with David in here and what he had shown me about myself and a little smile came to my lips. At least I have one pleasant memory of this room, I thought as I stood up and took his hand. I still had no words to speak although my thoughts had a thousand questions. Together we left the room, locking it shut, forever I hoped.

            “Sweetheart?” David asked as he led me upstairs and into the kitchen. “I’m worried about you.”

            Looking into his eyes I could see his concern, but once against I had no words to speak. His hand brushed the hair from my face as he caressed my cheek. I knew he wished I would speak and I truly didn’t understand why I couldn’t, yet. I tried to express to him that I would be fine I just needed some time, but I didn’t know if I had been successful as he turned and together we walked back up to the suite. Much of my day was spent just going through the motions, such as following him to his chair and kneeling there. David had been more than patient with me, almost as if he understood what I was going through. Although every fiber within me desired to cry out for him, my voice just refused to work. Kneeling as I was I watched him go about his daily routine looking as if he had lost his best friend and knowing it was my fault.

            Concentrating on what the keys meant to me is all that held my attention lately. Keys of nearly every color, one for every lock in the house. Round keys, square ones, half circle keys all with a lock that could no longer shut me away from the world. My heart flutters every time I feel the keys, every time I turn one in a lock knowing I’m no longer locked in. With all the decisions I must now make, my mind practically shut down, not able to process everything. Memories of the early days filled my thoughts and dreams. Reflecting on that time I still didn’t fully understand why David used this approach. Even with my eyes wide open, the past few years played like a movie before them, tormenting me as I attempted to come to terms with everything. Accepting that Chris was dead, gone, was the hardest part. The gravesite is still barren with no grass growing on it and every time I see it my fear of him pounds within me. Convincing myself that he can no longer harm me has been difficult. My other secret fear was Rico.

            The little I knew about Rico made my fear of him that much greater. He was a friend of Phillip’s, so that meant he was still near enough to be a danger to me. The fact he was also a good friend of Chris’s meant that he probably held me responsible for Chris’s death. How much did anyone know about how Chris died? David had not explained to me what he had told everyone else, yet. How much danger would I be in if it came out I was the reason Chris is dead? Although the keys in my hand represented true freedom, that freedom is quite limited due to the danger to me. This contradiction has tossed around in me ever since David placed the keys in my hand. As a tear rolled off my cheek David wiped it away tenderly.

            Existing in silence with the world around me was disturbing. There were so many questions I desired to ask, but no voice to make them known. Sadly I knelt trying to sort out the turmoil within me as the world continued to go on without me. Deep within my soul I had a sense of dread, of impending doom that I could not shake. This is what kept me silent, not knowing the cause or how to resolve it. My heart told me David was in danger, but from what? From whom? Nothing I did seemed enough to calm this intense feeling or explain it. Every time I looked at David I saw doom hovering over his head and it was breaking my heart.

            Without speaking, he and I communicated little things with each other. When he offered his hand I accepted it and prepared for bed. Clutching the key ring as I snuggled in his arms, sleep eluded me. With my eyes wide open my mind focused on terrible things of the past. I had this consuming feeling of guilt over Chris’s death, although I should have been relieved. If I had told him about his daughter long ago would things have worked out differently? If I had never told him of her would he still be alive? Why did I feel such guilt over his death? Was there a tiny part of me that did truly love him? Until I could reconcile some of these things I feared I would remain silent and there seemed nothing I could do to change this.          

            As sleep finally took me, my thoughts drifted to a time that felt as if it were another lifetime. Perhaps it was since life as I knew it had been redefined to a point that I no longer understood it. What filled my mind was the one incident that should have sent me running from Chris, but only served to frighten me so much that I couldn’t run from him. As I drifted off the memory took me deep into this reality that no longer existed…..

 

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            It was the fall before Chris would leave for college. Our team had won the championship and the school held a celebration bonfire that lasted until the wee hours of the morning. Although we were underage someone managed to sneak beer and liquor in, most of us were well on our way to being quite drunk. Chris had consumed more than I had ever seen him do in the past and was far more aggressive than usual. Many of us were sitting around discussing nothing important, until Michael came over. In that moment my life changed and in ways I still did not understand, bound me to Chris for eternity.

            “Hey Taylor you gotta minute?” Michael asked as he approached. Michael was probably the only teenager here that was sober tonight.

            “Sure, what’s up?” I asked as he stood in front of me. I was sitting on the bicycle rack waiting for Chris to retrieve something from the car.

            “Did you get any of the research finished yet?” Michael inquired as he looked around nervously.

            “Some yes. I’m having trouble finding the information on mitochondria though.” I commented as I looked to where Chris was standing, glaring at me.

            “Can we get together and finish this project? I have another one I must finish for another class?” Michael requested as he watched me.

            Michael was tall and lanky, almost the epitome of a nerd. His hair slightly greasy, glasses perched on his nose and always fidgeting. Michael dressed well, he obviously came from money but even that couldn’t buy him friends. Looking him over I wondered why he picked me as his lab partner for every team assignment. The tinted glasses hid his eyes and he tried to seem bashful most of the time, but somehow I didn’t think he was as shy as he tried to pretend. He lacked self confidence though, I thought as I took stock of him standing there. Neither of us had noticed Chris approach us as we seemed lost in each other.

            “You ready?” Chris said impatiently as he took my hand.

            “Yes,” I replied then turned to Michael. “Tomorrow evening would be fine, call me.”

            Michael nodded and walked away as Chris pulled me to the car. Shoving me against it he grabbed my throat and squeezed firmly. Chris was very drunk, his hand not taking my breath only restricting it as he glared into my eyes angrily. Trembling in his hands I stood there terrified. He had not been this angry with me before and I wasn’t sure what to do. His anger flowed from him as he held me like that.

            “What have I told you?” Chris seethed as his grip on my throat tightened, slowly.

            “It’s about an assignment Chris.” I gasped as he nearly crushed my throat.

            “I don’t give a damn! I told you about that!” He spat as he opened the door and pushed me in, thankfully releasing the vise hold he had on my throat.

            Slamming my door I thought he would come around and get in the car, but he didn’t. Instead he ran to catch Michael, taking his arm and nearly spinning him around. The windows were up and I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but a moment later Chris punched Michael in the jaw. Fumbling with the door handle I thought I would never open the door. Nearly falling out of the car I steadied myself and rushed over to them in hopes of stopping Chris. Stepping between the two I had completely forgotten about previous encounters, and what Chris had warned me of.

            “Stop this!” I cried as I stepped between them and immediately felt the blow to my stomach that was meant for Michael.

            “Get out of the way!” Chris shouted at me as the blow landed on my stomach and I doubled over.

            “Ooof!” I gasped as Chris shoved me out of his way and continued to beat Michael. Stumbling away I held my stomach and jumped back between them.

            “What the hell is your problem?” Michael yelled as Chris struck his jaw again.

            “I told you to stay away from her!” Chris retorted as he drew back for another strike.

            “NO!” I screamed and they both stopped and looked at me. Still trying to catch my breath from the blow I took I put my hands up to their chests to prevent more fighting.

            “Get out of the way Taylor.” Chris hissed at me as he tried to shove me away.

            “No, I will not let you do this.” I replied standing my ground. “It was nothing Chris just homework.”

            Chris stood there puffed up and nearly panting in his rage. I looked at him in terror, knowing I had went against what he had told me in the past. His fury had been held back with me, but somehow I knew this time would be different. Michael was rubbing his jaw which displayed a large bruise now. Chris was seething, just waiting for another opportunity to strike as I stood between them. With my heart pounding I took Chris’s hand and began pulling him away.

            “Let’s go.” I suggested as I tried to tug him away from Michael. Chris simply jerked his hand away and tackled Michael, pummeling him.

            “Stop this!” I shouted as I tried to pull Chris away. Thankfully some other boys came and separated them. Chris pulled against them as he tried to get back to Michael.

            “Thank you.” I said to the two boys holding Chris as I stood in front of Chris.

            “No problem.” One of them replied as he held Chris tightly.

            “Please Chris let’s go now.” I nearly begged, just wanting to be away from here. Chris managed to pull free from the two holding him, but made no move toward Michael.

            “Get in the car, now.” He commanded as he took my arm and pulled me away.

            As he slammed my door and stomped around to his side I could see he was still extremely upset. He squealed the tires as he took off driving, leaving a crowd of people looking confused. As we drove past I looked to Michael and a tear went down my cheek for the pain I had caused him. Neither of us spoke as Chris drove to our special spot at the lake, quiet and secluded. Slamming the gearshift in park he motioned for me to get out and follow him. Not wishing to anger him further I obeyed, not knowing what I had just gotten myself into. As I approached the picnic table Chris grabbed my throat and clenched it tightly.

            “What have I told you?” He sneered as he slowly closed off my windpipe. My hands went to his trying to pry him loose.

            “Chris………………please……” I begged as he tightened more.

            “I told you not to talk to other guys!” He instructed as he loosened his grip but did not release me.

            “You didn’t have to hit him.” I whispered as I looked into his eyes seeing his rage build within him.

            “You shouldn’t have been talking to him. How many times do I have to tell you?” He nearly shouted at me as he slung me around, away from the picnic table.

            “Chris stop!” I objected as he jerked me by the throat, tightening his grip until I couldn’t breathe. My fingers dug at his trying to obtain air.

            “You’re lucky I didn’t kill him for looking at you that way!” He spat as he relaxed his grip enough to permit me to breathe.

            “I’m sorry.” I whispered knowing it would not help. As I stood struggling with him I knew a line had been crossed that I would never return from.

            “Sorry?......................sorry?...........no you’re not, but you will be.” He growled as he slung me to the ground so hard it tore the knees of my jeans.

            “It was just homework!” I cried as he pulled me to my feet with my hair and slapped my face.

            “Homework? Haven’t I told you not to have male lab partners?” He demanded as he held my hair tightly in his fist.

            “The teacher assigned us. I swear!” I explained as he slapped me again, this time sending me back to the ground.

            “Liar! I see how you look at each other! He wants in your pants!” Chris shouted as he paced in front of me.

            “No, Chris it isn’t like that!” I protested as he grabbed me by the throat and lifted me to my tiptoes. Struggling with him he slowly gripped tighter.

            “I should just kill you now, then other guys can’t look at you that way!” He spat as he choked me. My lips quivering I tried to voice my pleas for him to release me but couldn’t. As I looked into his eyes trying to beg him to let go, he gripped my throat until I passed out.

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CHAPTER 2

            Trembling as I awoke to David’s arms wrapped protectively around me, I looked around the room and sighed. Just a dream, only a memory. Relaxing I settled back into his arms trying to push the memory from my thoughts. As my heart slowed and I calmed down, I wondered why David had not permitted me to attend the actual funeral. A flash of the day David pulled me from that horrid closet filled my mind, seeing the blood and smelling it, somehow I knew Chris was dead. To this day though I have not been able to let him go, or to get him out of my head. Looking back at all of the people Chris hurt because of me, my guilt consumed me. Would I ever be able to put this to rest? Cuddling closer to David I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep, dreaming of the aftermath of that fateful day Chris almost killed me at the lake.

 

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            The lake incident behind us, spring rushed in and soon Chris would leave for college. He still hated Michael for talking to me, but permitted it for homework assignments since the teacher refused to reassign me a new partner. His possessiveness had taken over my life. I had barely even spoken to Jolene in months. Chris would attack anyone who came near me and I was beginning to feel trapped in the relationship. As I prepared for our date I looked in the mirror. Slowly I took a scarf and covered the marks on my neck from another wave of his fury that I had recently endured. Walking out to his car with a heavy heart, I feared what tonight might bring.

            Chris drove quickly to the mall so we could do some shopping. He had things he needed to pick up for college and I was just along for the company. Paying little attention as we went from store to store he talked of college and promises to me of the future. I nodded and replied when necessary, knowing the penalty if I didn’t. As my mind drifted I spotted Michael across the food court having a milk shake. As he waved I turned and pretended not to see him, but Chris had seen it as well. My heart sank recalling the last encounter the two of them had. Michael approached us with a smile as I stood shaking in fear of what Chris might do.

            “Hi Taylor, fancy seeing you here.” Michael said as he stood next to us, sipping his milk shake and smiling at me.

            “Hi Michael, how are you?” I replied, praying it wouldn’t anger Chris. His hand squeezed mine so tightly that my hand became numb.

            “Hello.” Chris snipped back and began to walk away, but Michael touched his shoulder to stop him. Chris froze and turned slowly around, before I could react everything exploded in front of me.

            “Hey Chris…” Michael began as Chris struck his jaw hard enough to split his lip. As Michael recovered Chris jumped him.

            “Stop!” I cried loudly and people began to rush over to where we were. The two of them were rolling on the floor fighting and no one was able to separate them.

            Chris shouted accusations at Michael and he tried to protect himself from Chris’s fist, but failed miserably. Tugging at Chris’s shirt I tried to help but only seemed to upset Chris further as he took his rage out on Michael in the food court. Someone pulled me back as the security guards finally arrived and took charge, but the damage had been done. As one guard pulled Chris away, Michael was left lying in blood on the floor. The other guard was tending to Michael as Chris mouthed off to the one holding him back. I ran to Michael and knelt next to him. Tears ran down my face as I tried to make sure he was all right. He reached up and touched my hand with a tiny smile on his face as Chris tried to pull me away.

            “Don’t touch me!” I snapped and went back to Michael. I was so angry at Chris for this I didn’t want to be near him.

            “Come on let’s go.” Chris ordered as he took my arm again, trying to pull me away.

            “No. I’m staying with Michael.” I stated as his face turned a shade of grey that I had never seen before.

            “If you do not exit the mall you will be arrested.” One security guard instructed Chris as we stood there at an impasse.

            “I’m going!” He spat as he released my arm and glared at me. “Find your own way home.”

            “I will!” I shouted at him as he stormed away, then turned back to Michael who had managed to sit up. One of the guards had given him an ice pack which he was holding to his lip.

            Michael went to the emergency room where they stitched up his lip and determined he had a couple of broken ribs. I stayed with him, feeling somehow it was my fault. When he was finally released I rode back to his house with him and helped him get comfortable on his couch. Nothing he said to me lessened the feeling of guilt I had over the matter, and as we sat there talking I poured my heart out to him. By the end of the night we had drank quite a lot and made love until we both fell into an exhausted sleep. When I woke up alone and found his note I cried the rest of the day. All it said was he got called in to work and had to go. My heart ached for him as it was the last time I ever saw him again. I often wondered if Chris had done something to him, but never knew. It wasn’t long after this when Chris left for school and I learned I was pregnant. This whirlwind of my life began to spin until it dropped me in David’s arms.

 

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            Shifting on the bed, David embraced me tighter preventing me from getting up. Sighing, I relaxed and realized today would be different, better. Although I had not closed the door on Chris yet, I felt as if I could move forward finally. I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders as I lie there with David in the morning sunlight. His warm breath on the back of my neck was calming, relaxing as he slept soundly not aware that I was awake. Trying not to wake him, I turned facing him and caressed his cheek softly. In this moment I knew how lucky I was to have him, that he had found me.

            “Good morning.” He whispered as his lips brushed my cheek ever so gently. His eyes were sparkling with happiness.

            “Hmmm. Good morning.” I replied as I snuggled against him not willing to give this up just yet.

            “Oh so you can speak.” He teased as he kissed my forehead. “I was getting worried.”

            “David, I have some questions.” I began as he lifted my chin so he could look in my eyes.

            “Anything. I’ll tell you anything your heart desires sweetheart.” He whispered as he kissed my lips. I felt my body shiver with pleasure when his lips touched mine, I felt the desire begin to build and I wanted it. But I needed answers more and I couldn’t cloud my mind with desire until I explored the issues on my mind.

            “Tell me about the website. Whose idea was it and who put me on it?” I asked quietly, not really sure I wanted the answers but knowing I couldn’t move forward without them.

            “The site is mine. I set it up years ago as an informative site for training submissives.” He explained. “Chris put the cameras in your room. It was his idea to feed it to the site.” He paused and watched my reaction. Somehow I knew that Chris had to be behind the cameras, even though he had blamed it on David.

            “He said you sent those men in, said you enjoyed watching me fight, seeing my spirit broken.” I said a little sadly.

            “I would be a liar if I said I didn’t watch. But I sent no one in.” He cupped my chin and looked me right in the eyes. “I knew then that I loved you and I was selfish. I didn’t want anyone touching you.” My heart skipped a beat. I should have known Chris lied. He has always lied and even now that he’s gone his lies are still causing me grief.

            “I believe you.” I whispered as a tear rolled off my cheek. “Is that why you came to the barn that night?”

            “Yes.” He replied as he continued looking into my eyes.

            “I remember how you looked at me that night. The gleam in your eyes when I was against the wall before you picked me up.” I mused. He had revealed then what he felt but I didn’t see it. All I saw at the time was the sheer terror I felt.

            “And what did you see?” He asked sincerely. Looking back I see that his eyes revealed his care for me and that he would not hurt me. I only wish I had seen it then.

            “Well, now I can see what I didn’t see then. I see the same thing in your eyes now.” I remarked as he smiled a bit. It struck me, all along he had done little things that should have alerted me to his feelings and intentions, but I had not seen them.

            “And what is that sweetheart?” He replied as his lips brushed my forehead.

            “How much you love me.” I breathed as he embraced me. His entire face lit up when he smiled.

            “Why are you whispering?” He said with that adorable impish grin.

            Staring into each others eyes I had David to thank for the fact that I would never need to tell my child the truth, never need to shatter the world as she knew it. I would never have to tell her about Chris, and feeling relieved that this burden had been lifted from me. He caressed my cheeks. I loved it when he touched my face. He leaned to me and brushed his lips to mine. The tingles of passion filled me as he done this. I closed my eyes and let them wash over me. I had many more questions, but for the moment I was content to lie here with him, in his arms.

            “Taylor, sweetheart.” He breathed in my ear. I often wondered if he knew how that affected me. Did he know that he could send me to my tiptoes with desire by simply feeling his breath on my neck? Maybe that’s why he does it so often I thought with a smile.

            “Hmmmmm?” I replied without moving from his arms.

            “I need you.” He whispered as he kissed my neck. I moaned softly, in a way letting him know I needed him as well. His breath was hot with desire, his hands warming everywhere they touched. I looked into his eyes hoping he could see how much I needed him too.

            “David.” I whispered as I kissed him on the lips. “I need you too.” I said so quietly I wasn’t sure he had heard me.

            “Are you certain?” He asked without moving.

            “Positive.” I replied. I felt his lips brush mine ever so lightly and I trembled in anticipation under them. I reached out for him and he took my wrists as he climbed over me. The clicking of the zip tie no longer frightened me. I still had the bracelets and now I knew I would probably never take them off. I wondered where the zip ties had come from, how they appeared so fast without him getting off the bed to get them. He tied my hands to the headboard and began undressing me.

            “You’re sure about this?” He asked again as he kissed my neck, unbuttoned my gown and kissed my breast. He then placed a blindfold over my eyes.

            “Yes.” I wanted to tell him to hurry, but I also wanted this to last so I could relish every second of it. His hands explored me, caressing me as his lips kissed me lightly all over. He slid my panties off and discarded them. The heat of his mouth shocked me. I moaned deeply when he kissed me. I wanted that warmth, needed it and he was willing to give it to me.

            “Oh Taylor, I never imagined this.” He whispered as his hand found my cleft and buried itself in my vagina. I gasped as his fingers sunk inside of me. My back arched and he kissed my neck. I thought I would release right there it was such a sensation. I felt my wetness, my throbbing against his hand and my hips rocked with him. My need grew quickly, much more quickly than I had anticipated. I tugged at my wrists. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but not being able to sent me into a heated frenzy of need.

            “David, don’t stop.” I cried as he brought me up higher and higher. I wanted him to take me. I needed him inside of me. His fingers were relentless in driving me up with pleasure. His mouth hot with desire teased me as he kissed me with feather light kisses. He slowly pulled his hand back and entered me. I moaned so loudly I thought the whole house must have heard it. We rocked together, riding the passion with every ounce of our being. It consumed us and for a time our two bodies were one in passion.

            “Taylor, my sweet Taylor is this what you need?” He breathed in my ear. I had not expected it to be near this intense. I needed it so much I had tears in my eyes, this time from pleasure. I moaned as I met his thrusts and wished I could wrap my arms around him.

            “Yes.” I whispered breathlessly as he brought me higher with need. I felt him inside of me, throbbing, growing larger with the expectation of pending release. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything before. He somehow knew this and granted me the release my body needed. As we climaxed together he gripped my hips tightly and he kissed me deeply. The sudden power of the orgasm took my breath. As he relaxed beside me I gasped in the remaining contractions of the orgasm.

            “I could do this all day.” He breathed into my ear.

            “Me too.” I exclaimed surprising myself. I wanted to feel the need for release like he does to me every time he touches me. I wanted him to drive me insane before giving it to me. But how could I tell him? Did he understand that he is the only one who has ever done this to me? Did he know he is the only one I want to experience it with?

            “Really?” He sounded a little surprised.

            “Yes really.” I affirmed as I felt him sit up. He cut my wrists loose and took the blindfold off. I sat up next to him and waited. Suddenly, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him back down with me. It surprised him and he laughed as he kissed me.

            “I’m glad you finally snapped out of the funk you’ve been in sweetheart. I was very worried.” He whispered into my ear as his lips brushed my cheek.

            “I’m still in shock David. It’s a lot to grasp and I still haven’t resolved some things.” I replied as we lie there in each others arms, not yet prepared to face the day ahead of us.

            “There’s something I would like to do today.” He smiled that impish grin that was so adorable and he held himself inches above me.

            “What’s that?” I asked with a giggle, wanting to keep our passion flowing and learn more about this wonderful treat he had shown me.

            “I want to get married.” He stated as he got off the bed and held his hand out and waited for me to the same.

            “I all ready agreed to marry you David.” I stood and took his hand, looking in his eyes, those not brown, but flecked with green and gold windows to his soul.

            “Today.” He said as he leaned in to kiss me. I gasped as his lips touched mine, sending heat rushing through my body. I felt the blush in my cheeks as he pulled away.

            “Today? What? How?” I stammered. I wanted to have a big wedding, with my children here. I wanted that dream wedding that all girls dream about, but he was asking me to get married, today.

            Taking my hand he led me through the main closet into the rear one, the one with those special clothes. I gasped as I stood watching him carefully choose items and lay them on the dressing table in front of me. David was spontaneous at times, and it excited me not ever able to determine what he was up to. I knew today would be something beyond my wildest dreams even if it was to be just a quiet, simple wedding. It would be our wedding and that made it special. That feeling of impending doom attempted to creep in again, but this time I pushed it away as I looked into his eyes and saw the love there.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 3

 

            Standing there in shock the grin spread across his face as he took my hand. Slowly he took me through the main closet and into the special one, the one I had secretly desired to be dressed in again. My heart hammered within my chest as what he was about to do excited me. Releasing my hand he walked to the rack and chose a simple, yet effective corset for me to wear today. I clenched my hands to stifle my excitement as I watched him lie out the items he would dress me in. It seemed like ages since he had dressed me this way when actually it had just been weeks. Part of me wondered why I desired being dressed like this when most women would have felt violated. As he set the final piece down and stood in front of me smiling my heart threatened to pound out of my chest.

            “After today Rosalita will take over your morning dress routine sweetheart.” He explained as he motioned for me to take of my nightclothes. My eyes huge with shock as I dropped the nightclothes onto the floor.

            “What do you mean?” I whispered hoping I had heard him wrong. I stood before him still reeling from the recent events and praying that he didn’t mean a woman would be dressing me in such a fashion.

            “Rosalita will be instructed each morning on your attire sweetheart, she will dress you.” David smiled as he began dressing me in the white corset.

            The manner of his dressing me almost came natural to me, lift my arms then lower them to my neck. We said nothing as he dressed me but my mind raced. The idea of a woman touching in such a manner frightened me, but excited me at the same time. I felt my face flush as this went through my thoughts. The corset in place, I bent over to allow him to insert the toys. Today there would be only the vaginal one, which he locked in place snugly. Each movement delivered such sensation it was a battle to keep my thoughts in line. The rest of the dressing process happened in a fog as my mind imagined Rosalita doing this for me. It wasn’t until he had touched my leg that I realized he had almost finished.

            “Sweetheart?” David spoke softly as he touched my leg to place the simple heels on me.

            “Oh!” I remarked a little surprised and lifted my foot. He slipped the heel on and then the other.

            “What has you so distracted this morning?” He asked he rose back to his feet in front of me.

            “Rosalita?” Was all I could manage to reply to him as I looked into his eyes. I wasn’t sure if I feared this or desired it.

            “Yes, Rosalita.” He smiled as he took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. As I held his hand tightly I wondered if he knew what was going through my head.

            “I’m not sure……” I began as he put his finger to my lips then kissed me passionately. Returning his kiss was something that always left me desirous of more.

            “Trust me.” He whispered as lifted a scarf and held it out to me. “Put this on sweetheart.”

            “You know I trust you David.” I replied as I took the light scarf and placed it loosely around my neck.

            “Keep that on at all times sweetheart.” He instructed as we left the suite and walked through the house. I nodded knowing that he had a reason for everything he instructed me to do, and having learned long ago that questioning him was pointless.

            Passing through the sitting room, the main hall then finally the kitchen I became confused. Where was he taking me? Although we moved at a normal pace, the skirt he had dressed me in was tight and made me slightly slower. Taking shorter steps we finally approached the door to the garage. I stopped in my confusion and looked at David as he opened the door and motioned for me to go on through it. Cautiously stepping into the garage, never taking my eyes from his face I know he saw my confusion and slight terror. Taking my hand led me to a large sedan.

            “David, what? Where?” I couldn’t even form a sentence I was so confused. He had never allowed me out of the house, now he held a car door open. He was going to take me somewhere, but where?

            “Well, we can’t very well get married here now can we?” He replied as I stepped into the car and he shut the door. I pulled on my seatbelt and watched as he climbed into the driver’s seat and put the key in the ignition. Before he started the car he turned to me with a serious look on his face.

            “When we get into town you will need to keep the collar covered. People here know what it symbolizes and it could be dangerous for you.” He instructed as he started the car and opened the garage door. My heart was racing. I had not been in a car in such a long time the sensation was making me giddy. I opened the window, just a bit so the fresh air could wash over me.

            “Where are we going?” I almost whispered. Knowing that the collar symbolized that I was a submissive told me others might view this as making me an easy target. Certainly he would not expose me to danger, not with everything we had all ready been through. I adjusted the scarf to make sure the collar was well hidden, and then I turned to look at him. His profile was shadowed by the darkness from the trees blocking the sun. His facial structure was strong, handsome, attractive. His eyes never left the road ahead as we drove down the road that led out of this compound, my compound now.

            “We are going to see the magistrate. He’s expecting us.” He remarked without looking at me. Expecting us? How long had David been planning this? I glanced down at the bracelets, would they know what the bracelets meant? I prayed not as the sun sent little white sparkles all over the interior of the car. How could I tell him the wedding I had dreamed of? Part of me still feared that the old David would reappear at any moment waking me from this wonderland I had fell into.

            “Oh.” I said quietly as I watched the scenery out the window.

            “Is something wrong?” He asked as he opened the gate. I stared at the gate remembering the day Ben had found me there. Remembering how defeated I had felt not being able to find a way out of here when I came to the gate. The fear I had felt on that day momentarily filled me as the gate opened. Visions of Rico in that car reminded me the very real danger he still presented to me.

            “No, not really. I just thought, well, I sort of wanted a big wedding.” I said hoping not to hurt his feelings. He had obviously went through some trouble to make these plans and I didn’t want him to think I was unappreciative.

            “Taylor, sweetheart.” He laughed as he pulled out and shut the gate behind us. “We will still have the wedding of your dreams. This is for us, you and I. I simply can’t stand another day without you as my wife.” He was smiling, beaming really as he drove the country road towards a town I had never been to. In many ways I still felt as if I was his captive, but the captivity had changed somehow. The area was beautiful, romantic. The mountains in the distance were capped with snow, but here it was warm, not hot just comfortable. Looking around I notice there are no other homes. It struck me how lucky I was that I had found Phillip when I had escaped. This is similar to the house in the desert, nothing in sight as far as the eye can see.

            “David, why is the house so, well, remote?” I asked watching the scenery go by outside of my window. It was the perfect location for what Chris had planned, for keeping me here forever.

            “Chris found the house. I’m really not sure why he chose it.” He remarked as we took some sharp turns over a mountain. The trip was slow and seemed to be promising to be a long one.

            “Is there anything else I should be aware of while we’re in town?” I asked, hoping he would say no. A shadow passed over his face before he replied.

            “Just listen to what I tell, don’t wander off.” He instructed as the road became steep and twisted. He was so focused on the driving I wondered if he noticed just how beautiful the scenery was. He had probably seen it quite often and no longer paid attention to it.

            “It’s very beautiful here.” I said looking back out the window. The silence was unnerving and made me feel as if there was something he wasn’t telling me. Looking around the reality that I could never leave this place began to settle in. Somehow it wasn’t as bad as I feared it would be.

            “After we see the magistrate I need to run you by the bank to take care of some paperwork.” He said as he navigated yet another hairpin turn with ease.

            “Paperwork?” I replied. “What paperwork? I don’t have any accounts here.”

            “You do now.” He said as the road finally began to level out and straighten a bit. “You need to settle Chris’s estate. It will take an hour or so.”

            “I’m still extremely confused about that. Why would he leave it to me?” I wondered as David relaxed a bit in his seat.

            “I don’t have an answer for that. When the estate attorney came by he explained that Chris had left it to you, but you were in no condition to speak with him. He is suppose to come back by tomorrow.” He answered as he looked at me. God, how could he do that to me? Just his look was lighting a fire inside of me. Now was not the time or place for those feelings I reminded myself.

            “Tell me about the city? What’s it like?” I implored him to explain my new existence to me. The corset he had chosen was less restrictive than the previous ones thankfully, and the toy within me thankfully off at the moment.

            “It’s not a large city by any means. It has many shops, offices, banks but little else.” He said as he turned his face back to the road ahead. I wondered if he could see my anxiety. I had not been part of the world for so long I truly did not think I was ready to rejoin it any time soon.

            “What are the people like?” I asked as he drove at a little more speed. The road had straightened and the trip seemed to be going a bit faster now. I wondered how far the town was from here, how much longer it would take us to get there.

            “They keep to themselves, which is what I recommend you do. This is not a friendly place.” He replied with sadness in his voice. So, I had been brought to an island that I could never leave. An island of strangers who would not welcome me. How could life get back to normal? What was normal anymore?

            “David, are you sure I am ready for this?” I whispered, knowing in my heart that I wasn’t. That sense of impending doom began overwhelming me, not sure where it was coming from or why I did my best to push it to the back of my mind as I focused on this trip.

            “No, but it has to be done. The sooner you get the paperwork done the sooner we can put all of that behind us.” He replied as he watched the road.

            At this moment I wished I was back at the house, safe in the confines of its walls. Strange, I thought, it wasn’t so long ago I would have given my life to be out of that very same house. Incredible what a few weeks will do. I continued to watch the scenery as it became more populated. Little houses began appearing here and there. They looked run down and forgotten, but people sat on the porches and children played in the yards. Herds of cattle grazed in fields between the houses and some fields had crops. I wondered what the main agricultural product was. David has said nothing else; he looked lost in thought so I chose not to disturb him. Deep in my heart something about this trip bothered me, something I just couldn’t put my finger on. I tried to shake it off but it would not leave me in peace.

            “David, how much farther?” I asked trying not to sound like I was impatient. I just wanted to get this done and get back home. Had I really thought of it that way? Is that how I consider it now? Every day brought new revelations to me about my new existence in this place.

            “Not much farther. Look there.” He said as he pointed ahead and to the right. “You can see it just over there.” He was right, the town was small. I wondered if this island even had a city large enough to actually be considered a city. It didn’t look much larger than a few blocks and the area around it was overcrowded with shanties. From what I had seen so far I wondered if this place was stricken with poverty, and what they were doing about it. David turned off of the main road and onto one that was taking us in the direction of the town he had pointed to. The roads were in poor repair and rough. We finally made it into town and he pulled up in front of a building that looked like it could have been hundreds of years old.

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 3

            “It’s magnificent.” I said looking up at the building before getting out of the car.

            “Remember what I told you.” He instructed as he exited the car and came around to open my door. I could have done it myself but it was nice of him to do this little thing. He shut the door and put his arm around me. I felt safe in his embrace as we entered the building together. We went down a long corridor to a large wooden double door that stood open. He knocked as he entered.

            “You here Marcus?” David called as we entered the large office. There was a woman sitting in front of us, a secretary maybe. She was dark skinned and beautiful. I glanced around as a small man came out of another door. He had glasses perched on the end of his nose and walked a little hunched over, but seemed cheerful enough.

            “David, how good to see you. So good to see you again Taylor.” He said as he took my hand shaking it up and down with enthusiasm.

            “Nice to see you.” I replied as he smiled at us both then motioned for us to follow him into a central interior office. The office was cozy and furnished with cheap furnishings. He motioned us to a desk and we all were seated. I held David’s hand, afraid to let go. Somewhere outside there was gunfire and I jumped.

            “Does that happen much?” I asked when neither of them looked alarmed at the noise.

            “Every day.” Marcus replied with a thick accent I just couldn’t place. He had picked up some papers and handed them to us for signing. He was explaining them but I couldn’t concentrate. The gunfire outside just kept happening and it disturbed me, frightened me. I signed where David pointed to, never taking my mind away from that sound. It was more terrifying than the single shot I had fired myself.

            “Well, there all done. Now the matter of the ceremony. Do you wish a priest or will I suffice?” Marcus asked as he filed the papers away in a folder on his desk.

            “You’ll do fine.” David laughed.

            The ceremony was a simple formality, the paperwork had made it legal, and the ceremony was more for show than anything else. David slipped the band on my finger and it took my breath away. I was looking from the band to him and back to the band when Marcus interrupted me.

            “Ms. Taylor, do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?” Marcus cleared his throat to bring my attention back to the ceremony.

            “Yes I do.” I breathed, still mesmerized by the band he had placed on my finger. It was white gold, but it too was surrounded in diamonds, matching my bracelets. It looked like a small replica of the ones I had on my wrists but set in gold instead of platinum.

            “You may kiss the bride.” Marcus concluded and David took me in his arms, kissing me deeply for the first time as Taylor Spencer, his wife. His entire face beamed with joy. Mine reflected the joy, but mostly awe. The ring signified that I was his forever. The fact that he designed it to match my bracelets confused me a little. I would have to remember to ask him about it when my voice came back that is.

            Together we left the office after Marcus congratulated us. Outside David led me a few blocks to a simple looking building. The bank. It looked nothing like an American bank. Where were the security guards and cameras? It had the look of someone’s office rather than any bank I had ever seen. He led me to a desk and we sat waiting for the bank officer to return. The appearance of the bank unsettled me, so much so that I had started trembling.

            “What’s wrong sweetheart?” David asked with concern showing on his face.

            “Nothing that I can put my finger on. Just nerves I guess.” As I tried to brush it away. A homely, heavy set woman came to the desk and introduced herself.

            “Good afternoon. My name is Alara. Right this way Mr. Spencer. Ms. Arlington is waiting for you.” She directed us to an office down a small hallway and held the door open for us to enter. Inside was a smaller woman, dark and mysterious but still beautiful. She smiled and gestured to the chairs in front of her desk.

            “Ms. Spencer this will take some time to complete. Mr. Wilson left explicit instructions that I need to go over with you. Mr. Spencer will not be needed for this.” She explained as she began opening file folders on her desk.

            “It’s alright. I’ll be staying with her to complete this.” David explained to Ms. Arlington as I looked at the woman in front of me and tried to shake this feeling of dread that was enveloping me. She was pretty and friendly and I could not figure out why I felt this way.

 

 

 


7/12/2011 6:43:38 AM

Teaser for book 2 - Training Taylor -- revised July 11, 2011 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

PROLOGUE

 

 

            Over a year now, I’ve been held captive in this house. So many things have happened during that time, many horrible things and some a little surprising. Chris has stayed away for the most part lately, and I was thankful for that. But I’m still locked in a room in his basement and I know he will not stay away forever. What surprised me the most, however, was the revelation I had made to David. In my heart I knew it was true but how could it have happened? How could things have changed so much with him in such a short amount of time? I knew he meant what he said when he told me that he loves me, but why would he still keep me locked in this room? Would I ever be allowed to leave this room? Glancing around, the memories of what has happened in here filled my thoughts. How many times had I been raped in here? How many times had I been brutalized? There is no escape from here. I know that without a doubt because I had tried, more than once. They had hunted me down like an animal and brought me back to suffer for what I had done.

            Comparison between the two revealed a truth I hadn’t seen before. Once I was so terrified of David that I almost passed out from fear when he would come near me. Why? In remembering everything, I had realized that of all the times he could have truly hurt me or killed me he hadn’t, why not? David could have snapped my neck without breaking a sweat, yet he hadn’t. He restrained his strength with me when I had given him every reason not to at times. I recalled our many encounters before the revelation. He had slapped me many times, sometimes splitting my lip. He had kicked me once, but never truly hurt me. He terrorized me, but somehow I have always known he would not hurt me, why? After everything, why did I feel secure with him and why did I fall in love with him?

            Chris was the polar opposite. Once he had loved me, so much so that he never let go even when he had disappeared from my life for so long. It was Chris who had restrained me most of the time. It was Chris who first raped me in the early days of my captivity. It was Chris who beat me with the whip until I had welts so bad that David had to treat them. It was Chris who killed that woman right in front of me. Yes, I had witnessed David kill Lucas but it wasn’t with the violence Chris exhibited when he killed Marla. Chris had brought me to the brink of death only to repeat his torment over and over. David had never gone that far with me. He threatened me, but he never harmed me the way Chris had. What would Chris do now that I have made my feelings known? I shuddered, not really wanting to know the answer to that.

            As teenagers, Chris had shown his jealousy more than once. A few months after we had started dating a friend spoke to me at a dance, a male friend. Chris took him outside and beat him so ruthlessly that he ended up in the hospital. After that I was very careful to make sure he never knew I spoke to my male friends. I should have seen it then, the violence he was capable of but I didn’t. I was young and thought I was in love. One time Chris had turned that jealousy on me, only once but it is burned into my memory. Chris had caught me talking to my lab partner about an upcoming assignment. He had grabbed me by the throat and shoved me against the wall. I remember how furious he was and I took special effort to make sure he never caught me again.

            My life is surrounded by confusion most of the time, and sometimes with a little clarity. How had David done what he did to me so effectively? In the space of days my fear disappeared and was replaced with a depth of desire I had never experienced before. No matter how I tried to understand it I couldn’t. But sometimes life is like that, mysterious and confusing. As I put my journal aside, I thought of David and how he is with me now and smiled. I do love him and it’s a love that I have never experienced the power of in my life. A love that I found myself desiring, needing, actually tasting of. A journey that I could not wait to begin. A wonderful journey that I had longed for my entire life but had never realized it.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

            After last night’s revelation, I slept better than I had in a long time. David lay beside me, holding me in his arms. My mind was still trying to process the reality that I do love him and what he does to me. How would that affect my captivity here, I wondered as I watched him sleep. It’s strange how things work out sometimes. Fate, destiny, whatever it is brought me here, to David and he stole my heart when it should have been impossible for him to do so. Would David be able to keep Chris away? How would our love affect Chris and how he treated me now? Would I ever get out of this room or would they still keep me locked in this basement hellhole? So many questions and not near enough answers. He sighed as I touched his cheek. He was so handsome, why couldn’t I have met him years ago? Memories of our discussions filled my head. David had been the stalker, yet Chris is the one obsessed with me. David knew me more intimately than Chris ever could. David knew me better than I knew myself and that idea frightened me as well as excited me. I heard the door locks disengaging and knew it was Chris. I pulled myself closer to David and pretended to be asleep. He wasn’t supposed to be here, why was he? Chris entered quietly carrying a tray of food.

            “What are you doing down here?” David asked without opening his eyes. His arm went around me protectively.

            “Peace offering. I know I went too far and I’m sorry,” he explained as he waited for a reply. I was trembling in David’s arms; I know he felt it.

            “Too far? You damn near killed her. Can’t you see she’s terrified of you now? Have you seen what you done to her?” He was angry, very angry with Chris.

            “Taylor, sit up and show him,” David asked as he looked at me. I pulled back the blankets and sat up, then pulled my hair away from my neck. I let him look as I waited for one of them to say something. The angry, ugly black and blue bruises circled my neck. Although many days had passed, the bruises were still very visible.

            “Please go, Chris,” I said quietly, with my voice still rough and raspy. He didn’t. He just stood there looking at me. David sat up next to me.

            “You should leave. You don’t need to be anywhere near her right now,” David said as he stood up. I dropped my hair and stayed where I was. I was afraid Chris would try something. Chris took a step closer to where I was and David did not hesitate to put himself between us.

            “I just want to talk to her,” Chris said as David blocked the path to me.

            “You can talk to her from where you are,” David stated as he planted himself between us, crossing his arms over his chest like a bouncer in a club.

            “There’s nothing to discuss Chris,” I almost whispered. My throat was still raw and sore and probably would be for a while. “You would have killed me if David hadn’t stopped you.” My trembling was getting worse. I could feel the tension in the room rising by the second like the temperature on a hot Louisiana autumn day.

            “I wouldn’t have killed you Taylor. I just get so worked up when you don’t cooperate.” He tried to justify his actions by blaming me for it. This was typical of Chris. Even as teenagers he always tried to blame me for his violent outbursts against those I cared for.

            “Leave Chris,” David ordered him.

            “Wait.” I said. “Let him say his peace.” I really didn’t want to hear it, but as long as he felt he needed to then he would keep coming around. Maybe after he said it he would leave me alone. I stood and positioned myself behind David but where I could see Chris. David reached behind himself and put his arm around me.

            “I won’t let him hurt you,” David whispered.

            “I know. Let him speak,” I said as I watched Chris.

            “Things got out of hand. I swear it won’t happen again,” he said as sincerely as he could. I searched his eyes and I think he believed what he was saying, but I couldn’t.

            “How far would you have let it go if David hadn’t been there?” I asked as I held David’s arm to me. It was so strange; the one I initially feared was now protecting me from the one who had once loved me. Funny how things work out sometimes, isn’t it?

            “I wouldn’t have killed you. I know that,” he stated firmly.

            “Do you know just how close you came to doing exactly that?” I asked as I watched him. He was nervous and fidgety.

            “I didn’t mean to. I lost control. I swear it won’t happen again,” he replied. He had said those same words when he put Dale in the hospital when we were teenagers. I didn’t believe him then and I don’t believe him now.

            “You’re damn straight it won’t happen again because I don’t want you anywhere near her,” David almost shouted.

            “This is my house. I’ll go where I please in it,” Chris retorted.

            “Stay away from me, Chris. I don’t trust you anymore,” I said with tears in my eyes. I wanted him to leave and never come back, but I knew that would never happen as long as he held me here.

            “You can’t keep me from coming down here. Like I said, this is my house and I’ll do what I damn well please in it.” Chris had the same look in his eyes that he had when he almost strangled me to death. I was so scared, my neck actually started throbbing.

            “She needs time to heal Chris. She needs rest. If you don’t leave her alone I’ll take her far away from here and you’ll never see her again,” David threatened. It shocked me. I looked at him in amazement. Would he really take me away from here? I could only hope. If I was away from here maybe life could get back to normal, whatever normal was anymore.

            “You wouldn’t dare,” Chris spat as he stepped closer to David. Chris was a good deal smaller than David in height and weight. David could easily take him but Chris was fearless now just as he was when we were younger.

            “Try me. We’ve been doing this for over ten years now Chris. How many women have you terrorized to the point that you killed them because they wouldn’t cooperate?” David questioned. What? Chris told me David killed those women. Did I hear him right? My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to understand what was being said, tried to put the pieces of this puzzle together in my mind.

            “I wouldn’t have had to if you would have controlled them like you said you would,” he retorted.

            “Taylor is not one of those women. She never was. She wasn’t brought here to be trained and sold,” David commented.

            “She was brought here because you wanted her. Plain and simple. You wanted her and here she is,” Chris countered. “You wanted to train her you said, you wanted her for yourself. How’s that working out for you?” he spat sarcastically.

            “It would be working fine if you’d leave her alone,” David spat back at him. My God they sounded like jealous little boys!

            “Stop this. Stop it right now,” I said as loudly as I could. “You’re BOTH holding me here. You have both been cruel to me. It doesn’t matter. Chris, you went too far. I wouldn’t be standing here right now if David had not been here and for that I am grateful to him. Will you just please go?” I said as I stayed behind David.

            “This isn’t about what you want, Taylor. It never was,” Chris said as I cut him off.

            “No it’s not. It has always been about what YOU wanted. You were the first one to rape me. You were the one to tell those men to take me in the barn and teach me a lesson. Do you know what they did to me? Do you even care? It was David who came out and got me. It was David who stopped you from killing me. Are you even the slightest bit sorry for what you’ve done to me?” I screamed then coughed as my throat rebelled against the forced use of it. I came around David, but he tried to stop me. I stood toe to toe with Chris.

            “I think I see what’s going on here,” Chris implied as he glanced from me to David then back to me. His eyes were gleaming with jealousy. Those ocean blue eyes looked as cold as the Antarctic.

            “No you don’t. You don’t have a clue because all you can see is what you want to see. When you threw me out the front door that day and I ran, those men raped me over and over then locked me in a barn stall like an animal. You kept me tied to a bed for months because I cried to get out and it gave you a headache.” I paused to catch my breath. I stuck my finger to his chest as I continued.

            “You brought me to this island knowing I’d never be able to leave it. You have lied to me constantly. You said it was David who killed those women. I should’ve known better after you killed Marla right in front of me, for what? Because I wouldn’t give you permission to violate me?” I was running out of steam fast. David took my arms and tried to pull me back.

            “Calm down, Taylor. He’s going to leave,” David said as I pulled away from him and went right back to poking Chris in the chest.

            “It’s you who can’t let go. You left me. I didn’t want you to go but you did. You left me six weeks pregnant to raise a baby on my own! You never called. You never wrote and now you’re upset because Jack took me in and raised YOUR child as his own? What right do you have to be angry with me? Tell me what right do you have?” I was beyond furious, so much so that I didn’t even realize I had told him he has a child.

            “What did you say?” Chris asked as they both looked at me. “I have a child?”

            “Oh my God, I never meant to tell you.” I cried and turned to David and buried myself in his arms, crying.

            “I have a child? Is it a boy or girl?” He asked with curiosity. He would never leave me alone now I realized as I cried. Just days ago he had cornered me, wanting to know why I couldn’t conceive. He had made me suffer that day for something I had no control over. He was so upset that he would not have a child with me and here I had revealed something I never wanted him to know, his daughter.

            “Leave her be, Chris, can’t you see she’s exhausted?” David said as he held me.

            “I have a right to know about my child.” He grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him. David put his arms around me clutching me to his chest. I knew David would protect me, so I spoke.

            “Is it a boy or girl? I want to know everything,” he pleaded with sincerity.

            “You have a daughter. She’s beautiful. Perfect and just as stubborn as you,” I said tearfully. I knew in my heart he would never leave me alone now, never give me any peace.

            “How old is she? Does she know about me?” He was shooting questions at me so fast it was making my head spin.

            “I need to sit down,” I said as David took me to the couch and we sat. Chris took the chair. “Would you get me some water?” I asked David just before he sat down. He glared at Chris and retrieved the water.

            “Why didn’t you tell me?” Chris asked impatiently.

            “You were never supposed to know,” I replied then sipped my water. “Her name is Brianna and she’s 17. She doesn’t know that Jack isn’t her father and I want to keep it that way.” I wish I hadn’t told him, wish she wasn’t his but I couldn’t take it back now.

            “Tell me about her,” he urged as he put his elbows on his knees.

            “You have no idea how hard this is for me,” I whispered as I held the water bottle. “If you have all of the pictures David said you did then chances are you have a picture of her. She has your hair and eyes, she’s a great student. She wants to be a computer programmer and has a full scholarship to MIT. I don’t want you upsetting her life. She doesn’t deserve it,” I said with dread knowing he would find a way to contact her and that as long as I’m locked up here I couldn’t protect her.

            “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Chris asked quietly.

            “By the time I found out I was pregnant you were all ready gone off to school. I didn’t know how to contact you. Jack offered to marry me and raise her as his own and I accepted,” I explained.

            “Jack is a good father; he raised her well. You’d be proud of her,” I added. Tears streaked down my face. The last thing I wanted to think about here was my children. I couldn’t be with them, I couldn’t talk to them and it hurt me to think about not being there for them.

            Silence fell across the room as I contemplated what to tell him. I knew he would not leave until he had exhausted the questions. David put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a squeeze. It reassured me that he would not allow Chris to do anything more than talk. I had hoped this day would never come, and never thought it would under these circumstances. I prayed that Chris didn’t know where Jack was and would not be able to find her.

            “What’s she like? Does she have a boyfriend yet? I want to know all about her. I’ve missed so much of her life,” he said in a rush. “So when I saw you that Christmas it was her you were pregnant with? I still don’t understand why you didn’t tell me then.” He sat back in his chair waiting for me to answer. Maybe, I prayed, this knowledge would keep him from hurting me anymore.

            “Brianna is very mature for her age. She’s the oldest and she helped me with the others a lot. She has dated and there is a boy she was interested in the last time I spoke with her. He took her to the prom.” Tears continued to flow as I remembered my children.

            “Yes when you saw me it was her I was pregnant with. I couldn’t tell you. I had all ready married Jack by then. He had committed himself to another man’s child, was I supposed to upset that? I couldn’t do it. He loves her as much as if she were his and in many ways she is.” I paused and took a drink of water. Talking was causing my throat to become more irritated and sore.

            “Maybe I could bring the pictures I have down and you could tell me about them,” he offered. “Why didn’t you say anything the other night when we talked?” he added.

            “You were drunk, Chris. Do you even recall what happened during that conversation?” I asked as I looked at him. How much Brianna did look like him I realized for the first time. How many years had I ignored those resemblances?

            “To be honest I don’t remember much of it. I did have quite a bit to drink,” he confessed.

            “That was when you started getting extremely violent with me. You choked me that night until I threw up,” I remarked as he looked a bit embarrassed. “What would have happened to me if I had told you that you had a child? That I had kept her from you all these years? You were all ready angry with me and took me to the brink of death’s door with that damn sash. You think I liked keeping it from you? I wanted to tell you. But you had school, then you disappeared and I never saw you again until the day I shot Randy. She needed a father in her life and Jack gave her that. Don’t take that away from her now, it wouldn’t be fair to her,” I asked as anger started to build in me.

            “I’d like to be a part of her life now,” he said as he leaned forward again.

            “Maybe one day you can meet her but it would be best for everyone that nothing is said about who you are to her.” I silently prayed that Jack would keep her from meeting him. “Promise me you will do nothing until I can be there to introduce you,” I requested.

            “Why is that necessary? Don’t you trust me not to say anything to her?” he added as he stood up. Thank goodness he would be going, finally.

            “No, Chris, I don’t trust you and I doubt I ever will again,” I stated as he walked toward the door.

            “I have a right to at least meet her, learn about her and be involved in her life,” he said as he opened the door. I stood and ran to him. I was beyond angry and needed to say something to him to stop him from destroying Brianna’s life the way he was trying to do to mine.

            “Chris, wait until an appropriate time when I can be there,” I pleaded one last time before I exploded on him.

            “Why? Why shouldn’t I just send her an email right now?” He turned to me and I went off.

            “What right do you have? If you had done your math back then you would have realized she couldn’t have been Jack’s. You weren’t there when she was born. You didn’t walk the floor at night when she was teething. You didn’t cry all day on her first day of school. You didn’t hold your breath the first time she went swimming without a life vest.” I had to stop and take a breath then I punched that finger to his chest again and let him have it all. “Where were you when she rode her bike the first time without training wheels? Where were you when she buried her first dog? Where were you when she went out on her first date? Or drove a car for the first time? YOU WEREN’T THERE! Jack was. What right do you have to tell her that Jack isn’t her father? You have none. You gave up that right when you left me pregnant and alone! You do what you want with me but stay away from her!” I screamed and shoved him as hard as I could. I was stunned when I actually shoved him hard enough to knock him over.

            “She has a right to know Taylor,” he said as he stood back up.

            “Yes she does but not when you say. When she’s old enough to accept it, yes she can be told, but not right now. Not when she has a promising future that this knowledge could take away from her,” I shouted. I was still trembling with anger. Then Chris did something that I had not anticipated.

            “What right did you have to keep the pregnancy from me? You should have asked my parents to contact me. Did you ever try? What right did you have to keep her away from me all these years?” He yelled at me and backed me up until I hit the table. I would not back down, not this time.

            “You gave me the right when you left me with no way to contact you,” I spat at him. “Bring the pictures. I’ll tell you about her but grant me this one request. Do not try to contact her until I have had a chance to talk to her face to face. Please, Chris.”

            “I won’t make any such promises. I’ll bring the pictures down but I can’t promise you I won’t try to contact her,” he stated.

            “Then at least promise me you will not tell her who you are. Make up something, anything I don’t care. Just don’t tell her,” I demanded.

            “All right I won’t tell her. But you will tell her and she will know me. I will become a part of her life,” he spat back at me.

            “Only if she wants you to,” I replied as he stormed out the door, locking it behind him. I nearly collapsed but David caught me and helped me back to the couch. I cried for a while before I was finally able to calm down.

            “He won’t hurt her, Taylor,” David said reassuringly as he stroked my hair. I was lying across his lap. This time however I could find no comfort there. The reality that Chris now knew about his child settled in and I knew he would never let me go. He now had a permanent reason to keep me here. I held the key to his contact with his daughter. Without me, I knew Jack would prevent Chris from finding her. He would now use me to get to her and it ripped my heart out.

            “You think he won’t?” I asked timidly.

            “No. I don’t believe he will. I’ve known him a long time and he has always wanted children. So, no, I don’t believe he would hurt her,” he concluded.

            “I didn’t think he would hurt me and look at what’s happened. How can I expect him to treat her differently?” My eyes were dry. I had no more tears left to cry. I tried not to visualize Chris meeting Brianna and what he was capable of.

            “So this was why you married Jack so soon after Chris left?” he asked quietly.

            “Yes.” I had no strength left in me. The last couple of weeks had taken its toll on me.

            “I wish I could do something to make this easier on you,” he said with sadness in his voice, his hand still stroking my hair.

            “I knew that someday I’d have to tell him. I just didn’t think it would be here, under these circumstances,” I said as a new round of tears found a way to come.

            “I wish I had known you back then,” he mused. Part of me wished I had known him then too. How di might have been if I had.

            “Why are you being so kind to me?” I asked as he brushed his fingers across my cheek, wiping away a tear.

            “Did you forget already?” He smiled as he embraced me.

            “No, I just wanted to be sure that I actually heard it and it wasn’t my imagination.” I sighed.

            “You heard it,” he said as I snuggled in closer to him.

            “David?” I began as I looked into his eyes.

            “Yes, sweetheart?” he whispered with a smile.

            “He’ll never stay away now, you know that don’t you?” I sighed as I lay on his lap with reality settling in on me.

            “Do you trust me?” he asked as he stroked my hair, looking at me with so much love in his eyes.

            “Without question,” I replied, and it was true, strange but very true. Just days ago that wasn’t the case, but now I trusted him with my life.

            “Let it go then,” he whispered as I closed my eyes trying to block out the terrible thoughts that threatened to consume me. We sat like that for a long time before we went about the day, barely speaking. When night finally came, I fell into an exhausted sleep.

 

CHAPTER 2

 

            Water was running. It stirred me from a deep sleep as I slowly adjusted to being awake. I heard David whistling from the bathroom. I rolled over and pulled the blankets over my head. I wasn’t ready to get up yet. The sound of the water, mingled with his whistling prevented me from falling back to sleep. My mind raced to the confrontation with Chris last night. My daughter was in danger and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. The worst thing about it was that it’s my fault. I told him about her. Shifting on the bed, I tried to push those thoughts away and focus on what today may bring. My body yearned for the knowledge David held. The water stopped and a few moments later he was climbing back into bed next to me. His arm slipped around me, pulling me to his chest as a sigh escaped me.

            “Good morning, sweetheart,” he sighed as he kissed the side of my neck. I felt those ripples begin and travel all the way through my body to compound in my cleft.

            “Hmmm, good morning to you,” I replied as I snuggled closer to him. He always smelled so good after a shower.

            “I made coffee. It’s almost done,” he suggested as he pulled me closer.

            “Let it wait,” I said as I snuggled him back. Would this confusion in my mind and heart ever clear? Would I ever understand why David gets to me the way he does? I hoped I would someday. For now, I would just accept it and try to get through each day the best I could. At least now I had something to enjoy, instead of being miserable all of the time.

            “Something wrong?” he asked, without moving.

            “No, just enjoying the moment,” I answered as I rolled over to face him. He touched my cheek and I blushed. I held the blankets up inviting him to join me under them, he did. My own actions towards David surprised me. He has hurt me, yet I find myself undeniably drawn to him.

            “I should get breakfast,” he said as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

            “In a little while,” I replied with just a hint of a smile. I watched his eyes and saw something in them that made me feel secure, safe, loved. Would I be able to return those feelings? Am I sure I want to? My heart flutters every time David touches me; it always has, even when he was cruel to me. Even then there was something inside of me that said he wouldn’t hurt me.

            “Do you have any idea just how long I’ve loved you?” David said with a hint of a smile on his face. His hand lay across my hip, holding me to him firmly.

            “How long David? How long have you loved me?” I asked in a teasing tone of voice, with the hint of a smile on my lips.

            “Breakfast first,” he said as he kissed my forehead. “Then we should discuss a few things.” His smile lit up his entire face as he pressed his lips firm against my forehead. I did not understand the significance of this gesture yet. He pulled away and got up. I poured us some coffee and waited for him on the couch as he took his time in the bathroom. He went to the intercom and told someone to bring breakfast down then joined me on the couch. I handed him the cup as he sat next to me.

            “I want to learn, David.” I smiled as I sipped my coffee. “I want you to teach me.”

            “And I will sweetheart, I will,” he replied as he sipped his coffee. His voice was deep, almost a baritone but not quite that deep. When he spoke, he commanded authority. It seems easy now for me to picture him doing his thing. Secretly I had a desire to watch his sessions with the others who had come before me.

            “Is it complicated? To learn I mean,” I asked, as I slid across the cushion to be closer to him.

            “That depends on you. The hardest part is the obedience, which you have shown your dislike for,” he laughed as I pouted at him playfully.

            “I actually have a choice in this now?” I smiled, knowing that he would do this even if I didn’t choose it. Somehow that thought turned me on a little. The mere idea of him having total control over me was enticing, erotic. The idea bothered me, only days ago his having control over me had terrified me.

            “In my business, the women do not have a choice. You do,” he replied as he looked so intently into my eyes I thought he was reading my thoughts. “You know as well as I, that it will happen either way. I’m glad you’re embracing it now.” He smiled as he took my hand.

            The door opened and Stefan brought breakfast in. Stefan is the tall one who assaulted me in the barn. I learned that after I was brought to this house. He had kept his distance ever since. He was handsome, but I was afraid of him. I knew that all he was waiting for was for an opportunity and he would attack me again. As he set the tray on the table he watched me. Without a word Stefan left, leaving me with an eerie feeling that he was lurking somewhere. David had instructed him that he was to stay away from me and not to speak to me. He has honored that, but would he keep doing so? I wondered as I watched his taking an assessment of me. David dished out the food and we ate in silence. One thing about being held here, they did feed me well. It wasn’t like mine, but it was edible.

            “Finished?” he asked as he went to the intercom and instructed someone to remove the dishes.

            “Yes,” I replied as I went back to the couch and waited for him, for what I desired and needed. David had to be at least six foot tall. He towered over me. His upper body was massively developed, but not overly so. He lifted weights, that was evident. He had only one tattoo on his left arm. A simple red heart, which I hadn’t really noticed until just now. It had my initials in the center. When had he gotten it, I wondered. It made me realize a bit more that in subtle ways he was claiming me.

            “When did you get that?” I inquired as he brought us each a cup of coffee, then sat down.

            “Get what?” he asked, trying to look surprised.

            “The tattoo. I don’t recall seeing it before,” I commented.

            “At MIT. I had the heart done, added some small details to it,” he replied as if he might be uncomfortable talking about it.

            “When did you add the initials?” I pressed him. He smiled and let out a hard laugh. His cheeks turned a light shade of red. I knew he had something to confess to me, but would he?

            “A very long time ago, sweetheart,” was all he said. Just how long ago did he mean? “Everything I have done with you has had a purpose in bringing you to this lifestyle.” He was almost whispering. “Every touch, every lesson, every kiss.” He smiled.

            “What do you mean?” I asked, sitting so close to him that my knee was against his thigh.

            “When I kiss you on the forehead or the top of the head, it is my way of staking my claim on you. A way of letting you know that you belong to me, so to speak,” he explained as he watched my face for a reaction.

            “I understand,” I said as the idea suddenly dawned on me. He kissed me there to state in essence that he owned me. As much as I still wanted to deny it, he did own me. It, also, excited me. Would this claim he is staking on me stop Chris from being involved? I could hope.

            “Is there a problem with that?” he asked as he watched my reaction to what he had confessed.

 

            “No. I’ve never considered it that way I suppose,” I replied, as the idea of the gesture now made perfect sense. In the early days of my captivity, even when he wore the mask, he had done this to me. My first day, he had done this and it had repulsed me then. Looking back now I knew he had claimed me even before he had kidnapped me.

 

            “You actually accepted this claim without realizing it, Taylor,” he explained as he visually appraised me.

 

            “How?” I asked. I had never verbalized this desire until a few days ago.

 

            “When you allowed me to collar you.” He smiled as he glanced at my neck, then my wrists, and then back to my eyes. How had this act been defined as submission, I wondered. “When I put the bracelet on you without locking it I was giving you the opportunity to refuse it. When you didn’t, you basically stated that you accepted my claim on you.”

 

            Accepted his claim? How could that be when I hadn’t understood then exactly what it meant? My heart began to race considering what the act now meant to me, and how he had seen it that day. I stared at my bracelets which he held up in display to me. A symbol that he had claimed me. Suddenly something Chris said came to me. Chris had told me the bracelets were his idea. I was confused; did this mean I had accepted them both?

 

            “I thought the bracelets were Chris’s idea,” I commented, a bit lost in thought.

 

            “No sweetheart. I designed them. I had them made for you,” David assured me as I continued to examine the bracelet on my right wrist.

 

            “Oh,” I said as I listened for him to continue.

 

            “Taylor, to be taught, truly taught you have to surrender everything to me. Are you prepared to do that?” he asked without moving his hands from mine.

 

            “What do you mean?” I whispered as I still tried to comprehend the bracelets and their meaning.

 

            “You have to allow me to do everything for you. Clothe you, bathe you, feed you but, most of all, pleasure you.” He paused as I took this in and considered it. “You will have to obey me. Much like the lesson with the rope. Can you obey me that much?” His hand released mine and found my cheek. His touch felt good, causing gooseflesh to rise on my body. Could I put that much trust in him? Am I ready to do this with him? I had not known the training would require so much of me, and I honestly was not sure I was prepared to hand over that amount of power to David.

 

            “What does that mean exactly, David?” I quietly asked as I looked away, not wanting him to see the doubt within me. Would I be prepared to hear the intricate details of this?

 

            “Taylor, it simply means you do nothing without permission from me. It means you will present yourself in the proper fashion and obey what I tell you without question. Failure to do so results in punishment, and at this stage the punishment is not pleasurable, Taylor,” he explained as he gently rubbed my hands with his finger. His tone told me that this meant a great deal to him, and I did not want to disappoint him. A need within me to please him had erupted and I could not tell where it had come from.

 

            “I’ll do my best David, it’s all I can promise,” I replied, hoping he would be satisfied with this answer. Would this change anything between us? I prayed that it wouldn’t, that this training would bring us closer.

 

            “It’s all I expect, sweetheart, nothing more, nothing less.” He smiled and laid my hands in my lap.

 

            “What happens now?” I almost whispered, hoping this would not be more than I could bear to do.

 

            “We should begin with how to properly present yourself. A submissive should always kneel before her Master,” he explained as he took my hand and stood me in front of him. “Proper kneeling is resting your rear on your heels, legs open and your hands on your thighs.” I kneeled in the described position and found that to my amazement it was quite an erotic presentation.

 

            “Do I have to call you Master?” I asked with a smile as he appraised my presentation.

 

            “I prefer you call me by name, sweetheart. A submissive is also not permitted eye contact unless the Master requests it. You should look down until you are told otherwise,” he commented and I obeyed, knowing this would probably be the hardest rule to follow. “A submissive is, also, not to speak unless spoken to or given permission to.” Not speak? How could I possibly obey this one, I wondered as I looked down at my hands.

 

            “A submissive should be aware that she no longer owns her body. It belongs to her Master and he will control every aspect of it,” David went on. “The submissive is not to do anything without her Master’s permission and in no way is she ever to experience pleasure except at his hand.” He paused there as he stood in front of me. I longed to look at him, but kept my eyes on my hands. This was proving to be a very humbling experience.

 

            “Stand up, Taylor.” He commanded. I obeyed, keeping my eyes looking down as I stood. I held my arms to my sides and waited for him to instruct me further.

 

            “Put your hands behind your neck and clasp them together,” he asked and I did as I was told, still looking down. I could see he was moving but could not tell what he was doing. He knelt in front of me and began strapping something to my cleft. I knew this device and wondered why he was doing this. Once it was fastened in place, he turned it on very low. He stood and turned so I could not see him. Suddenly I jumped with excitement and shock. He had turned on the implants, extremely low, but enough to send little jolts throughout my body. I gasped and almost cried out.

 

            “The implants were never meant to be used to hurt you, sweetheart. How does it feel?” he asked as he adjusted them to a pulse instead of a constant shock.

            “Somewhat exciting David,” I replied fighting the urge to reach down and remove the vibrator. I could do nothing about the implants and the idea of that turned me on.

 

            “Hold your hands in front of you,” he directed and I did so. He used small padlocks and fastened them together with a short length of chain between them. “You will attend to your chores now. You are not to touch yourself in any way. Understood?” He paused and waited for my reply.

 

            “Yes, David,” I answered as I went about getting my supplies together to clean my room. The chain was only about six inches and made cleaning take a bit longer than usual. David sat on the couch watching me, appraising me as I went about my daily cleaning. When I came to the bed, I found that changing the sheets was very difficult with my wrists bound this way. He made no move to assist me, so I struggled with the sheet until I finally managed to get it in place. The implants were on then off and on again, each time causing me to jump just a bit. The vibrator was stimulating me and the chores were almost unbearable.

 

            “Taylor,” David said and I stopped sweeping and waited to see what his request would be. “When you’re ready to mop the floor I want you to mop it by hand, on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

 

            “Yes David. As you wish,” I answered and went back to finish the sweeping. I prepared the cleaning solution and positioned myself to begin scrubbing. The vibrator dug into my clit as I crouched on my hands and knees. I fought the urge to cry out and remove it. I wasn’t sure how much more of the stimulation I could endure before needing release. It took hours to scrub the floor since my hands were bound together, but finally I finished and put the cleaning supplies away. I went and knelt in front of David waiting for his praise or instructions. My need had grown exponentially within me while I was on my hands and knees and I longed to have him grant me release.

 

            “You have done well, sweetheart,” David said in that college instructor tone. “I think we should teach you how to please your Master.” David sighed as he stood and removed his pants. They fell to the floor in a heap as he sat back down. I stared in horror knowing what he was about to ask of me.  Although my need was great my dislike of oral copulation was greater. I wanted to ask him to choose another way, to beg him not to make me do this. I had hated this since I was a teenager. It was Chris’s favorite thing and we did it so much that I grew to hate it.

 

            “Rise up on your knees, sweetheart,” David instructed. “Take it and please me, sweetheart,” he breathed as I positioned myself between his knees. I took his hard member in my hands and slowly lowered my lips to it. I closed my eyes trying to imagine anything but this as I took it into my mouth. I teased the tip with my tongue the way I remembered that Chris had enjoyed, then took it all deep into my mouth. He moaned deeply as he scooted down on the couch providing me a better angle to service him. I took my time, sucking on him, tasting the sweet pre cum as he continued to moan and hold my head in his hands. Meanwhile my need continued to increase within me. I could feel my wetness and tried to put it out of my mind for the moment. His need was growing. I knew this because his cock enlarged and his moans were louder as he pushed my head down onto him with such force that it startled me. His ejaculation filled my mouth and I fought not to gag as I swallowed it quickly, trying not to taste it. He pulled me off and ran his fingers through my hair.

 

            “Excellent, sweetheart,” he gasped as he composed himself. I rested back on my heels in the kneeling position as the vibrator drove my need through the roof.

 

            “Thank you, David.” I whispered, trying not to sound desperate with need as I looked at my restrained wrists.

 

            “Serving your Master should always be done with pride, Taylor. I know your dislike for oral, that’s why I chose to overcome that issue today,” he said as he leaned forward and tipped my chin so that I was looking into his eyes. I wanted to cry out for him to take me, grant me release but I knew speaking without permission would be punished, so I bit my bottom lip to keep myself in check. The implants were still pulsating and the vibrator still stimulating my clit as I knelt there looking into his eyes, fighting the urge to speak.

 

            “Tomorrow I’ll move you upstairs, to my suite. Would you like that, sweetheart?” he asked as he continued looking in my eyes. My heart leaped into my throat and threatened to pound its escape. I couldn’t speak; this was more than I could have hoped for. How could I respond when I did not think my voice would work? My breath caught in my throat and I gasped as I tried to catch it.

 

            “Sweetheart, are you all right?” David asked looking a bit concerned.

 

            “Yes, David.” I stammered and tried to vocalize something to him that told him I would love to move upstairs.

 

            “Your suite sounds lovely.” I wanted to look away, not feel his intense stare in my eyes as if it were searching my soul. His hand released my chin and immediately I looked into my lap. My hands were trembling and a part of me was terrified to leave this room.

 

            “I know what you’re afraid of, sweetheart,” he commented as he leaned his head next to mine. I felt a single tear slide down my cheek as his warm breath whispered into my ear. “Do you trust me?”

 

            “Without question.” I whispered as I sat there trembling in front of him. How could he possibly protect me up there?

 

            “Then do so,” he said as he stood up and walked into the bathroom, leaving me there to contemplate the situation. My mind was reeling with the possibilities. I had dreamed of being up there, to be able to escape, but knowing what I now know about the house, the idea seemed futile at best. This had to be another lesson, another test. One day at a time I said to myself, slow down. When he returned to his chair, instead of sitting he took me by the arms and stood me beside him. Could he see the turmoil I had from his revelation? Could he see my fear?

 

            “Taylor, you shouldn’t be confined down here any longer. It’s time you join us upstairs,” David said soothingly as he tilted my chin up to face him.

 

            My cheeks streaked with tears and my mind full of confusion, his touch calmed me. The idea of being upstairs had been a fantasy I had when it seemed impossible. Now, with the situation with Chris, I feared the upstairs because it made me accessible to Chris. His other hand reached up and he cupped my face. His warm lips brushed my forehead, and then the tip of my nose before he paused just centimeters away from my trembling lips. He pressed his forehead to mine and the tips of our noses touched. I felt his breath across my face and I wanted to speak so desperately.

 

            Standing there as we were neither of us spoke. How long have I dreamed of being up there, a better way to plan an escape from this hellhole. Now, filled with confusion about my feelings for David, being upstairs had a totally different meaning for me. The green and gold specks in his eyes seemed overly brilliant, almost flashing from within at times. There was no doubt within me that I belonged to him, with him. There was, also, no doubt within me that I wanted to stay as far away from Chris as I could. What should have brought me joy yielded only confusion and heartache. His thumbs caressed my lips as he moved ever so slightly and took my mouth. I accepted the kiss eagerly, maybe a little too much. His kiss sent molten lava through my veins, increasing the ever demanding need that was already there.

 

            As we kissed, deeply, passionately, I felt the venus butterfly send vibrations all through my cleft and the implants I had forgotten about pulsing, stimulating me. My need was extreme and he knew just how to push it farther, make it deeper and so much stronger in intensity. The urge to wrap my arms around him could not be fulfilled; my wrists remained chained with the short length he had secured there earlier. A moan filled our mouths as his kiss continued. His right hand tenderly traced my neck as he grasp the back of my head tightly, pulling me closer to him. As he pulled away, ever so slowly, he left only millimeters between our lips, allowing me to try to catch my breath.

 

            “Sweetheart, tell me what you desire,” he breathed so softly, it was almost inaudible. His comment once again causing my breath to catch in my throat momentarily rendering my voice useless.

 

            “I need release, David,” I softly whispered into his slightly parted lips without moving, but still trembling in anticipation. Without responding, his left hand traveled down my body and unclasped the Venus butterfly. It fell to the floor still on. As he done this my heart raced and I pursed my lips, knowing he would give me the release I so desperately needed. With his foot, he pushed the Venus butterfly away and then he guided us down to the carpet where he positioned himself above me. Our faces remained so close that when he breathed out I filled my lungs with his air. It filled my entire being with his scent, his desire, his need. My back arched ever so slightly, anxious for what he was offering to me. He took the chain between my wrists and used it to lift my hands above my head and out of the way. Every nerve in my body stood at attention, anticipating his touch, preparing for it. Everything David had done to me over the last couple of weeks had taught me I still had much to learn about true ecstasy, and I discovered that I not only wanted to learn it, but desired it more than I could ever have imagined.

 

            David was in no hurry, taking his time to kiss my entire body with featherlike kisses that made my body tremble with pleasure. Writhing beneath him, I knew he could sense how this affected me. His right hand held my arms in place while his left made a map of sorts upon my skin. Every touch that brought a moan he seemed to take note of, every kiss that made me sigh he repeated until I was lost within the passion consuming me and it was all that existed for me. His knee eased between my legs and opened them with no resistance. His other leg followed suit until he was directly in line with me, but he did not enter me. My breathing was rapid with need and he lowered his face to mine, so close I could almost feel the air move when he blinked his eyes.

 

            “Sweetheart, what do you desire?” he asked looking into my eyes.

 

            “Make love to me, David,” I gasped as I continued to writhe beneath him. My body no longer obeying my mind, but possessed by the need moving in accordance to the desire within it. His lips met mine in a fiery kiss that lit fires of passion deep within me as he gently and slowly entered me. I gasped into our mouths but the kiss held firm as he did as I asked and made love to me.

 

            Hours could have passed and seemed as mere minutes in this passionate ride of ecstasy he took me on. His movements deliberately slow to make me feel every stroke, every time he grazed my hot spot. I tugged at his hand holding my wrists. I wanted to touch him, to put my arms around him and return a fraction of the pleasure he was giving to me so freely. Not being able to drove me to a depth of desire I had never known existed. As he gently thrust in and out of me, his kiss held my lips hostage. His body pressed to mine almost pinning me beneath him as he passionately made love to me. The feel of his skin to mine was quite erotic and was nearly driving me insane since I could not touch him with my hands. As his right hand held mine firmly, I pulled at them, wishing they were free. His response was to break the kiss and put his mouth near my ear.

 

            “Not yet, sweetheart, wait,” he breathed into my ear as he continued to make love to me. “Experience this moment, Taylor, relish it.” He pressed his face into my neck and continued to torment me by denying my release.

 

            “David……… please……… I um…………..oh,” I stammered as he moved in and out, causing me to feel each and every millimeter of each stroke. Moaning and near tears, I writhed beneath him in desperate need.

 

            “Shhhhh,” he soothed as he took me to a level that I thought I never wished to leave. His chest was pressed to mine and I could feel his chest hair tickling my breasts and found it exciting me. His breath became rapid and his thrusts increased in speed. I gasped as this intensity took my breath, for it told me he would achieve release soon and I would be permitted to as well. As he thrust into me, tears began to flow. I had never cried during sex before and knew this would be an experience I would treasure for the rest of my life. I could contain myself no longer.

 

            “David……. Ple…. OH….Dav…” I stuttered as my voice betrayed me. I was panting with need as he whispered into my ear.

 

            “Now, sweetheart.” And he thrust hard into me, filling me with his passion. He nearly collapsed on top of me, but did not pull out. I could feel him throbbing inside of me and I loved it. My entire body tensed and spasmed as my own orgasm took me. Tears had streaked my face and I turned my face into his neck and tenderly kissed him.

 

            “Thank you, David,” I said softly as my tears continued to silently march over my cheeks.

 

            The rest of the day passed fairly fast as I simply practiced kneeling at his feet and experiencing the eroticism of this position. Not being allowed eye contact was quite difficult for me, as I realized I truly loved looking into his eyes and seeing into his soul. Not being allowed to speak wasn’t so difficult. The silence allowed me time to think. This war within me raged as my emotions tried to get in order. The idea that David had reached into me as deeply as he had frightened me, it also excited me beyond reason. As I knelt there I thought about the move to his suite and what it would mean for me. In my soul I desired to be free, but what did that mean now? Was escaping this place being truly free or was the knowledge that David held the key to that freedom? Once again I was consumed with confusion and no clear resolutions. Sometimes he startled me when he’d touch me as I was lost in thought. I found myself yearning for that touch, leaning into it and finding that his touch somewhat excited me. A small peaceful feeling filled me at that thought, the idea that did desire David and what he would teach me. As I lay down next to him, I found sleep elusive.

 

 

 


6/10/2011 12:52:34 PM

This is a teaser for Book 1 of the Taylor Saga - Breaking Taylor............

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 1

 

            Phillip is dead. At least I think he is. They shot at him. It looked like they hit him. I was afraid they would see me. I ran. I can hear them looking for me. They’re screaming my name. I’m so scared. I don’t want them to find me. I don’t want to go back. Phillip may have died trying to get me out and I can’t let it be for nothing. I have to find a way to safety. The woods are cold and the gown I have on is dirty and torn. I have no shoes and the sticks are hurting my feet. I had soft slippers on but the running has torn them to shreds. I discarded them what seems like hours ago. I’ve found a place to rest for a while. It looks like a cave, sort of, but not deep. It’s below a large rock and well hidden by the brush. They won’t be able to see me if they come by here. I am so tired. My legs are scraped and bleeding. My feet are split and I’m so cold. I don’t even know what month it is. There are no leaves on the trees. The only thing that’s green is the pine trees.

            Here they come. I can hear their feet pounding the ground. Oh God please don’t let them find me! I pull back into the crevice as far as I can and hold my breath. I see the guns. I can see their breath on the air. Tears stream down my face. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. They stop. There are two of them. David and Lucas. David is very menacing. His size alone is enough to scare someone. Lucas is smaller and almost childlike. He has an air of innocence about him, as if he might have a learning disorder or something similar to it.

            “Taaaaaayyyyllllllooooorrrrr” David screams as if expecting me to answer, “We will find you. There’s no way out of this compound. Why don’t you stop this bullshit! I swear when I find you Chris will be the last thing you need to worry about.” He stomps out his cigarette angrily. “Stupid bitch. She’s more trouble than she’s worth.”

            “Yeah this is a pain.” Lucas whines. He was nice to me when no one was watching him. If he was alone I might have a chance to get him to help me. But David would never let that happen. “What are you going to do to her when you find her?” He shuffles his feet in the pine needles.

            I can’t see their faces, but I know David is pissed. He can be violent and he terrifies me. How did I ever get into this mess? Why did I allow Phillip to get involved? Tears stream down my face. I silently pray that Phillip is alive. A pebble shifts and rolls down the embankment. They look toward it. I tremble, praying that they don’t see me.

            “I hate the woods. Animals always moving around. Oh Taylor, it gets real cold out here at night.” David calls, he almost sounds happy. They begin walking away. “I will find you and when I do you will pay for all of this trouble.”

            “David, shhhh. I hear something.” Lucas stopped and looked back toward the rock. David was looking too.

            I could almost look them right in the eyes. I dared not even breathe if I did surely they would see me. The way they were looking I wondered if they could they see me. Were they going to leave me there just to hunt me down when I came out? I wish I could stop trembling.

            “Just a rat or something.” David said with disgust. He stomped away calling my name like he was calling a disobedient child.

            I decided to try and rest a while. I caught my breath and closed my eyes, but all I saw was Phillip and the blood. I cried.

            “RUN TAYLOR” Phillip yelled as we ran away from that house. “Get to the gate.” He had that British accent that was so sexy. He was so kind to me all he tried to do was help me and now he might be dead. Tears flowed and would not stop. I had only known him for a month or so. I couldn’t help remembering how I met him. That too was an adventure through hell. I must have fallen asleep because I recalled that day vividly.

 

 

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            Chris had been nicer, trying to make me love him. He was not bad looking, quite the opposite. He was strikingly handsome. Any woman would have loved to be with him. Any woman but me. I did not choose to be here. Chris with his perfect face, soft, light brown hair, smooth skin, white teeth and killer smile had brought me here. His eyes were the only thing that betrayed his speech. I could see the evil in his eyes the moment he first spoke to me. Those sparkling ocean blue eyes could charm a woman across the room. Chris was so good to me when we were young. Chris treated me like a queen when we dated. He lavished me with gifts, took me to dances, parties and just about everywhere he went. I used to think we would be together forever, until he left for school and never came back. What changed? What had made Chris so violent to me now?

            I don’t know how long I’ve been in that house. I only know that each and every minute has been a living hell. The last couple of weeks Chris has been treating me better, but I was still his captive with no choices of my own. When he took me it was summer and so beautiful outside. Now it must be winter. But how many have passed since I have been locked up in that house? A few weeks ago, a month? I have no real concept of time anymore. I haven’t even seen a television in I don’t know how long. A few weeks ago Chris thought it was time to allow me outside for a while. He never makes mistakes. I know that. But at the time all I could see was freedom right in front of me. The phone rang and he went inside to answer it. I was alone. I walked to the edge of the garden then ran as fast as I could. No one followed me. I never saw the cameras.

            The dress I was wearing was light and trailed behind me as I ran. I turned left and right not knowing which direction I should go. Still I could not hear anyone following me. I should have known then there was no way out, but hope is a powerful thing. After what seemed like hours I came to a wall. It was very tall, made of red brick. I couldn’t climb it so I followed it until it led to a fence. I had to stop for a moment because I was out of breath. My chest was burning. My dress was in shreds from running through the brush. It used to be white. I slowly walked along the fence. The fence was chain link and seemed to be ten feet tall. There was sharp wire at the top of it. The kind that could slice you to ribbons if you tried to get through it so climbing was out. There was a faint humming noise as I got closer to the fence. It was electric I realized as I almost touched the fence for support. I fell to the ground. Freedom so close but so unattainable.

            I listened. No voices, no feet running. Why weren’t they chasing me? I began following the fence again. I stayed at the edge of the woods. I walked what seemed miles. I came to a slope and waited at the top. I saw a dirt road at the bottom, and a gate. Hope pounded in my chest again driving me down the slope to the gate. It was black iron and very tall. It must have had an electric lock because there was no visible lock. The top of the iron was pointed like a spear. There was nothing to hold on to so I couldn’t climb it. There was a little piece of metal lying on the road. I threw it at the gate. No sparks. I heard something. It sounded like a car. I froze. I didn’t know whether to hide or scream. The car slowed as it came around a corner into view. I could not believe my eyes – it was a police car! I ran to the gate and began screaming.

            “Help me! Please help me! Stop, help me!” I screamed as loud as I could. The car stopped at the gate. The officer was a young man. He ran to the gate.

            “Are you all right ma’am?” He looked confused. “My name is Ben. What’s wrong?” He had perfect posture, rugged good looks and seemed sincere.

            “Please help me,” I cried as I fell down against the gate. “Please get me out of here before he finds me.” I pleaded.

            “Who finds you? What’s wrong?” Ben asked while looking over the gate trying to find a way to open it.

            I was frantic, paranoid and exhausted. “Chris. If he finds me he’ll lock me back in that room. Please help me, get me out of here. Take me home.” I said almost in defeat. I grabbed the gate shaking it. “He’ll hurt me. Please help me.” I pleaded.

            “Ok ma’am. I’ll get you out of here. What’s your name?” Ben asked. He went to the intercom and pressed the button. I was terrified. Chris would know where I was. He would never open the gate. Ben put a finger to his lips to shush me as David spoke on the intercom.

            “Who’s there?” David asked. I realized then that the driveway camera must not be working and they couldn’t see me. Hope reared its head again.

            “Good afternoon sir. We received a call that a dog was howling near your gate. I pulled up and there’s a dead coyote stuck in the gate. If you would be so kind to unlock it I’ll remove it for you.” Ben said sounding very official.

            David did not respond. But there was an electric whine then a click and the gate began to open. I ran through it to the officer. He caught me as I was about to fall. I realized then he was not alone. There was a man in the back seat. A very bad looking man.

            “Thank you, thank you. Please take me away from here before they figure it out.” I was frantic. The guy in the back seat smiled at me. I felt a shiver go up my spine.

            “Ma’am,” He began.

            “Taylor, my name is Taylor.” I said quickly as Ben walked me around to the passenger side.

            “Taylor, I’m transporting a prisoner. You’ll need to sit in the front.” He opened the door and I got in. He walked around the car and climbed into the driver side. The car pulled away from the gate but I still could not feel relieved. Why hadn’t they followed me?

            “Miss, um, Taylor, I have to make a stop up the road a piece. It may not be safe. I’d feel better if you’d hide on the floorboard when we turn into the driveway.” His face was so serious.

            “Hey I know who you are” The tattooed man in the backseat smiled.

            “Shut up Rico” Ben shouted. “I don’t mean to scare you, but I have to drop him off somewhere and it might be better if you weren’t visible.”

            “Ok.” I said slowly, not knowing what I had gotten myself into, but believing it had to be better than what I had just gotten out of. “Just tell me when. I won’t be any trouble at all. I can’t thank you enough.” I looked cautiously at Ben then at the man in the backseat.

            “It’ll be a while. It’s several miles from here. Not many homes out this way.” Ben was sweating. “I just have to drop him off then I can get you to the station. What happened back there? Why were you running?” Ben inquired as he drove slowly on the dirt and gravel road.

            “I escaped. Chris has held me captive for a long time. I finally escaped.” I stammered. “Do you have some water?” My mouth was so dry.

            “Sure.” Ben handed me a bottle of water and I took a long drink before setting it down. He waited for me to speak again.

            “She’s the Internet queen.” Rico laughed. “Yeah I know all about you. Your website is the best.” Rico smirked and leaned into the wire partition. “I watch you every day. I love your show.” He smiled and leaned back in his seat.

            “Rico shut the hell up! Taylor, what is he talking about?” Ben pulled to the side of the road. He was looking at me very concerned. Tears were streaming down my face. I didn’t realize so many people might have seen that site. I was ashamed, scared and angry at the same time.

            “Chris, he had cameras, feeding everything to the Internet.” I could barely speak. I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. “I was raped. Many times. They were very cruel to me.” It was all I could say.

            “I’m so sorry.” Ben had tears in his eyes. “I’ve only been a cop for about a year now. I’ve never dealt with anything like this. I have to drop Rico off then I’ll get you to safety.” He pulled the car out. “Now would be a good time to hide, ok. This shouldn’t take too long.”

            I crawled onto the floor and curled into the tightest ball I could. I did not know why he didn’t want them to see me, but at the moment I wasn’t going to question him. Why did I have this creeping fear that Rico was going to hurt me?

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2

 

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            A branch snapped. I jumped. How long had I dozed? They were coming again. I was colder than I had been before and it looked like I had been here all night. The first light of day was breaking on the horizon. By the grace of God I had not frozen to death. I was shivering from the cold. My hands and feet were numb. My nose was running and I tried not to sniffle when I breathed. Had I really been out here all night or was this mountain lighting playing tricks with me? What had happened to my concept of time? I watched as they approached, being careful to stay quiet and hidden.

 It was David and Lucas again. They were right in front of me. God please don’t let them look behind them. I prayed. They were smoking and cussing. I was beginning to believe I would never find Phillip’s gate. I had given up on the creek idea a long time ago. I had followed it for what seemed like miles and never saw any sign of a fence or drainpipe. Sometimes it had felt like I had run in circles, never making any real progress. I had no idea where I was in relation to the house or fence. I wasn’t even sure anymore which way was east or west. My sense of direction had disappeared several hours ago leaving me to wander in this wilderness lost and alone.

            “That bitch has to be around here somewhere. The footprints stopped just over there.” David said as he pointed to where I had stopped and seen the crevice. David walked over there and stood. “Why did she stop here? Where did she go from here? She didn’t just disappear!” He was looking around.

            “She must be getting cold. We’ll find her and she’ll be glad that she won’t freeze to death out here.” Lucas said quietly. “Why are you always so mean to her, David?” Lucas had the curiosity of a child and the innocence as well. I wish I had been nicer to him. It wasn’t his fault that all of this had happened. I’m sure if he could have he would have let me go a long time ago. His face was red from the cold and his breath looked like fog coming out of his mouth.

            Ice went down my spine when I saw David look right at me. I realized then the mistake I had made. I could see their breath and they could see mine. He whispered to Lucas and they walked away. Had he really seen me or was I imagining it? I had to run, to get out of this area quickly. I watched as David and Lucas walked away and decided when I came down I would go in the opposite direction.

I waited several minutes then climbed out as quietly as I could. I eased down the hill back toward the creek and prepared to run. I didn’t see or hear them anywhere so I took a chance. There was a large tree at the end of the embankment. I had just passed the tree. I was clearing the bank and David’s arm grabbed me around the neck. I knew it was David because of the sheer size of the arm. He was strong, so much so that I knew he must exhibit extraordinary control over it. I felt the gun press hard by my ear. I froze.

            “You stupid bitch! I’ve been out in this cold all night chasing you down for what?” David screamed at me. “Don’t you so much as blink or I will blow your head off! I don’t give a damn about Chris and what he wants. This is between you and me.” He tightened his arm around my neck and all I could do was gasp. My hands were on his arm trying to pull it loose but it was a futile effort. I kicked at him. I knew he wouldn’t shoot me, or at least I prayed he wouldn’t.

            “Let me go.” I begged as I gasped for air. “I can’t breath! Chris will kill you if you hurt me.” I pleaded. It was so cold out here my fingers were like ice and I couldn’t grab his arm very well. I struggled as hard as I could.

            “Chris won’t do shit. My orders are to bring you back,” I could actually hear him smile when he said, “dead or alive.” He flung me to the ground and pointed the gun at my head. He was grinning from ear to ear. I was mortified. Why would Chris tell him that? Did he really say it or was David just trying to scare me? Either way it worked.

            “David, please.” I was crying, begging. I didn’t want to die. I turned over onto my back and began scooting away from him in defense. “David, please don’t do this. You don’t want to hurt me.”

            He reached down and grabbed me by the hair and jerked me to my feet. I screamed. I struggled against him and he slung me forward. I fell down again. This time I did not move. I just lay there trembling.

            “You don’t know how much I do want to kill you. Watching you suffer is much more enjoyable so no I’m not going to kill you. Although when I’m done with you you might wish you were dead.” David spat as he kneeled over me. He forced me to turn over then slapped my face hard. My lip was bleeding. I pushed against him as he unfastened his belt. He had put the gun to his side. I reached for it and he slapped me again. “Do you take me for a fool like Randy? Reach for that gun again and I’ll do more than split your lip.” With that he took me. I screamed and I heard Lucas pleading with David to stop. David had grabbed my wrists and anchored them with his left hand hard above my head; his right hand was feeling my breasts. I begged him to stop. I cried and when he was done all I could do was lay there.

            “Get up bitch.” David ordered as he picked up the gun.

            “David, why did you do that? You didn’t have to hurt her.” Lucas exclaimed. David ignored him and grabbed my hair jerking me to my feet. “Stop it David” Lucas pushed him. David let go of me and shot Lucas right between the eyes. It was so fast by the time I screamed Lucas was falling down. I tried to back away. The look that David gave me said he was not going to tolerate my fighting any longer. I had never seen someone as comfortable with a gun as David. When he shot Lucas he didn’t hesitate or flinch. His confidence was amazing and terrifying.

            “No, please let me go, don’t, oh God please David don’t do this” I begged as he grabbed my arm and began dragging me back to the house. “David, please stop you’re hurting me. David please don’t do this.” I continued to plead with him.

            He stopped dead. He flung me around to face him. I was terrified. I had never seen him like that. He tightened his grip on my arm and I winced. “This hurts?” He sneered, and tightened even more.

            “Yes David it hurts.” I twisted against him. He pulled me so hard I thought my arm would snap in half. I looked him right in the eyes, and then I knew, I might not make it to the house if I didn’t cooperate.

            “You’re such a pain in the ass. Chris always laying down rules about you. Well I’ll tell you this it will be different this time. Chris doesn’t run this show anymore.” With that he shoved me forward and we were moving again. I didn’t fight him. I was afraid he would kill me. The brush tore at my arms and legs making them bleed again. I stumbled and would have fallen if he had not had my arm.

            “Watch where you’re walking bitch.” He grunted and shoved me forward again.

            “David. Can we please slow down a little my feet hurt I can barely walk.” I asked quietly.

            “Should’ve thought about that before you took off without shoes.” I could see the house. I never realized just how big it was until now. It was at least three stories. I know it had a huge basement because that’s where my room is. How long will it be before I see sunlight again? Will I ever see it again? I wondered as we finally went inside. I heard the lock engaging behind me as David flung me like a rag doll to the floor.

            “Chris, I found her.” David shouted as he stuck his gun in the back of his pants and poured himself a drink. I didn’t dare move but I tried to watch through the mess that was my hair. I could feel the heat and it felt good not to be cold anymore. The blood had dried on my lip and there were needles of pain in my fingers and feet. David walked over to me and kicked me in the stomach. “Get up. Get to your feet bitch.”

            I rolled in pain but he snatched me by my hair and to my feet before I could protest. Chris was standing in the doorway. Those blue eyes seemed happy to see me. I didn’t move or speak.

            “Well, had a little excitement didn’t we?” Chris smiled as he walked over to me. “Are you ready to behave yourself now?” He caressed my face with his hand. I flinched away and David pulled my hair harder.

            “Let go of me David!” I spit as I tried to free my hair from his hand. “I hate you!” I yelled at Chris.” David let me go and I almost fell from the sudden freedom of movement. “You killed an innocent man! Why? Just to hurt me?” I screamed at Chris. “I will NEVER love you. I would rather die than love you!” I was furious at him. I hit him with my fists as hard as I could and he laughed at me. “Phillip is dead and all you do is laugh?” I fell to my knees crying.

            “Taylor. Phillip is not dead.” Chris stated. I dared not believe him. I saw David shoot Phillip. I stared at him waiting for him to speak. “I want you to get cleaned up then we’ll talk.” Chris reached down to help me up. I jerked away.

            “Tell me about Phillip. I SAW him get shot. I saw the blood. I saw” Chris put a finger to my lips.

            “Shhhh. I know what you thought you saw. Let’s get you downstairs and cleaned up, and then we’ll talk.” Chris tried to sound so soothing. He cupped my head in his hands.

            “I don’t want to go downstairs. I never want to go down there again.” I cried. “I want to know about Phillip. If he’s not dead where is he? What have you done to him?” I sounded desperate. In a way I suppose I was. Phillip had given me hope. I thought he was dead. If he was alive then I had reason to hope again.

            “He was hit in the arm. I had Simon take him home.” Chris softly said. His eyes appeared truthful. He let go of me and I backed away – right into David who was standing behind me and I didn’t see him.

            “I don’t believe you.” I whispered. I could not move with David behind me and Chris in front of me. “I don’t believe you.” I could not stop the tears. “You’re just saying that so I’ll cooperate. I don’t believe you!” I screamed. I raised my fists to hit him again but David grabbed my wrists and stopped me. “LET GO OF ME!” I struggled against him. It was useless. David was really like Goliath he was so big.

            “Take her downstairs and make sure she gets cleaned up. I’ll be down later.” Chris turned and left the room.

            I fell against David crying. He held my wrists crossed in front of me. David drug me to the stairs and almost flung me down them. I paid no attention to the specifics of the house, maybe I should have. My only concern was getting away from David before he turned his wrath on me. At the door to my room I stopped and David was right behind me. He shoved me in so forcefully I fell against the bed. By the time I turned around he was locking me in.

 

 

 


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