have a new hair brush here as well, and some hair things, if you want
to use them. Same as yesterday, I’m leaving, knock when you’re
done.” A few seconds later, I heard the door shut. I removed the
blind fold and found myself in the bathroom again. I used the toilet,
brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a ponytail. I washed my face
and found some deodorant and put it on. I didn’t want to take long because I was sure he would be
angry, but I didn’t want to rush back out to him either. Reluctantly I
knocked on the door. He opened it and took my arm. We walked
longer this time, and I could sense we were not in the bedroom
anymore. He forced me to sit down, and I felt something cover my
lap. I could hear him close to me, but couldn’t tell how close. I heard
some whispering, but couldn’t make out any of the words.
“I thought we could have breakfast in the dining room before
I take you to where you will be staying. But sense you’re wearing the
blind fold, I am going to have to feed you. Tell me, do you like
scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, or sausage?” He was waiting for
an answer. I decided to be brave, although my bravery got me
smacked in the face last night.
“You could always remove the blind fold, sir.” I waited for
him to say something. I heard him breathe out. “Yes, that would be easier wouldn’t it? But let’s just do this
my way okay? Do you like any of those foods I just listed?” he asked
again.
“Yes, sir.”
“Which ones?” he sounded impatient.
“All of them, sir.” He chuckled.
“Good. How about eggs first,” he proceeded to feed me
breakfast. The food was delicious, but it was weird to have someone
feed me. After a few moments of silence, he handed me a glass. “Its
orange juice,” he helped me lift it to my lips. “Tell me when you’ve
had enough,” he whispered. I nodded, and he didn’t correct me for
not saying sir. He continued to feed me until I told him to stop. I
heard him moving around, but couldn’t tell what he was doing. Then
I heard other people talking, asking questions and him giving them
instructions. Apparently we were where ever we were going, and we
were now getting off the boat. I wondered where we were in the world. Was I still in Paris,
or even in Europe? Had I been taken back to the states or maybe to
the Middle East? I had no idea. I had been drugged, blind folded and
taken to so many places I could have been anywhere. He instructed
someone to take his bags.
“What about this, sir?” a male voice said.
“Yes, that too. It belongs to the girl,” said Sir. Belongs to the
girl? To me? He has something of mine? I started biting the skin on
the inside of my cheek thinking about what he could possibly have of
mine. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to make faces like that, or
it will freeze that way?” He laughed. He was very close to my face.
He helped me stand up and instructed me to step in some slippers
he had on the floor in front of me. He put a coat with a hood on me
and we started walking. “Keep your head down, and everything will
be fine,” he spoke softly. Where ever we were going, he didn’t want
anyone to see my face with a blind fold, and he didn’t want me to
scream or yell, or draw any attention to myself. I thought of the ruckus I had caused when I was in training,
and the punishment I received. I decided to remain quiet. We walked
for a while and then he helped me into a car. I heard him talking to
another man, and then I felt him beside me. He touched my thigh
when he put my seat belt on me and didn’t move his hand the whole
trip. For some crazy reason I felt a little at ease knowing he was with
me. We drove for about fifteen minutes in silence, and then again he
was helping me out. I stepped up some steps, walked some more,
and then was told I was about to go up a staircase. There were about
twenty seven steps, I counted on the way up, but forgot what
number I was on when I heard a female voice. She spoke in Spanish
and he replied in English. He told her his trip was fine, the house
looked lovely as always and that I was going in the room, not to be
bothered. The room. The way he said it was like he had done this
before. I wondered if this room would be like the ‘room’ I was held in
before. I heard some beeping, and then a door opened. We took three steps and heard more beeping and another
door opened. We took three more steps then he stopped me. I
couldn’t see where I was but I knew it was nothing like before. I
could tell this room had windows, and I could smell fresh flowers and
maybe even a vanilla scented candle. Then I could feel him standing
in front of me. I looked down and I could see his feet through the
bottom of my blind fold. He was wearing flip flops. He had pretty
feet, nice nails, and a trail of birds tattooed on one foot and a small
four leaf clover on the other.
“This room has an intercom system, so when I return I will
instruct you to put on your blind fold. While you are in here alone,
you may leave it off. I hope you like the accommodations.” I saw his
feet move, and felt him behind me. “The windows are sound proof
and bullet proof, so don’t think about screaming or throwing the
chair at them. Feel free to look around. You’re welcome to shower if
you want, the bathroom is fully stocked.” He stepped really close to
me. I felt his manhood at my back, and his mouth on my ear. “Since you’re not an idiot, Norah, I know I don’t have to give
you specific instructions for the shower.” I was shocked he used my
real name. I hadn’t heard my real name in weeks. I had been called
‘fucking whore’, ‘bitch’, ‘cunt’, ‘slut’ and now ‘little one’ but since the
very first week of this nightmare I hadn’t heard my real name. It sent
chills down my spine. I heard the door shut and just stood there. I
don’t know how much time past, but I didn’t want to move. I was
scared of what I would find when I removed the blindfold. I had been
kept in a dungeon like place, in a warehouse chained to a wall, in a
cell while I slept, even taken to a brothel and told if I didn’t start
behaving I would have to work there.
Now I was here, wherever this was, it was where I was going
to be for a while, I assumed. I was going to be here in this space,
until this man got tired of me and either killed me or passed me on
to someone else. Then I heard his voice again.
“It’s alright, little one. You’re alone. You can take the blind
fold off.” I jumped when I heard his voice. I still didn’t want to move, but I also feared that if I didn’t he
would be angry. I took off the blind fold, took a deep breath and
opened my eyes. The light from the windows was almost too much
for me and I instantly squinted and held my hand over my eyes. They
adjusted after a few seconds and I saw the most beautiful room I had
ever seen. The walls were dark Moroccan blue, with white crown
and chair molding all around the whole room. To my right there was
a big, maybe queen si
ze bed, with a coral comforter, and coral,
white, tan, and blue pillows. On the same wall were two night stands
both white, one with a clock, the other with a cherry wood lamp. On
the same wall as the door to the room was a dresser with a mirror. It
was white, and on top of it was a framed picture of a black horse.
I opened the top drawer and there was underwear, bras,
tank tops, and socks. I looked at the bras and laughed a little. It was
nice he had given me that much credit in the boob area, but my
breasts were smaller than that. I opened the next drawer and found
night gowns, pajama pants, and what looked like workout clothes. The last drawer had a few pairs of jeans and some t-shirts. I
wondered how he had managed to buy me clothes in a day. I turned
back to the room. To the left was a large built in desk/bookcase. In
the middle was a small desk with a white wicker chair. There was a
large computer sitting on the desk, but I had no illusions that it
actually worked. There was a pad of paper, but nothing to write with
next to the computer. The bookcases were full of books, from classic
novels to trashy romances, as well as movies, from romantic
comedies to horror films. I noticed beside the nightstand to the left
of the bed, was a glass door outlined in white wood. I walked over
and turned the light on. It was a closet, it was a beautiful closet. The
kind you see in the closet ads. It was all white, with shelves of maybe
ten pairs of shoes, a section for long formal wear, of which there was
none; a section for short clothes, of which there was about five
shirts, capri pants, and skirts hanging. The section for longer clothes
had some dresses and some casual pants. It wasn’t full by any
means, but it was still heaven. There were several drawers but I
didn’t open them. I closed the door, and walked over to the door next to the
bookcase on the right. It too was mostly glass. Behind this door was
big bathroom with a nice walk in shower with a built in bench and a
huge bathtub that looked like I could swim in it. The counter space
was amazing, and the cabinets were stocked with everything a girl
could want, from makeup, hair products, and toiletry items. I
decided after I finished exploring I would take a nice hot shower.
Walking back out in the room, I walked toward the last door, on the
left of the bookcase. I tried to open it, but it wouldn’t open. It was
the only door not made of glass. I gave up and went to the windows.
The view was glorious! The yard was huge, large patio, flowers, even
what looked a garden. It seemed to go on forever. I thought I could
see a barn in the distance. I did see white fencing that went on for
miles. It took my breath away. Then I had a sad feeling.
You’re out in the middle of nowhere, Norah. No one will hear you
scream. No one will find you. He can do whatever he wants, and no
one can stop him. This room is a ruse to make you think you’re safe.
You belong to him now.
I wrapped my arms around myself and tried not to cry.
Taking a tour of this beautiful room had helped me escape my
nightmare for just a moment. But all the nice bedding and books in
the world couldn’t change what I had become, or was going to
become. This man was going to hurt me, rape me, and make me his
slave. He was even going to try to brain wash me into thinking I liked
it. The closest I had ever come to sex was me and Randy Jenkins in
his back seat when I was 16 years old. But poor Randy got too
excited to fast and it ended before it began. I wasn’t even sure I
would have gone through with it anyway. I cringed thinking this man
would hurt me, he was experienced, and he wouldn’t care if I said
no, or wasn’t ready. It probably turned him on thinking how not
ready I was. I tried to block it out while I took a long shower.
As I dried off I heard his voice and again I jumped. He
instructed me to put the blind fold on so he could come talk to me. I did as he asked. Two minutes later I heard the door open. I
was standing at the end of the bed, wrapped in my towel. I felt his
hand run over my shoulders, then across my collar bone. His fingers
touched my cheek, where he had slapped me. It wasn’t red anymore.
“Do you like your room?” he asked. I nodded. “Answer me
please.”
“Yes sir.”
“I think this is a good time to go over some things with you.
Have a seat.” He moved me back to sit in a chair. “I know this is not
your ideal situation, little one. But I think you will find that I am very
easy to get along with. I expect you to talk to me with respect, but I
think you know that already. And I expect you to obey me. If I tell
you to do something, I want you to do it. If you behave, don’t argue,
and perform to my liking, then there will be rewards for you. The
kinds of rewards will vary. This room is a reward. You didn’t give me
any major problems on our trip here, so I thought you deserved to
be comfortable. But don’t mistake my niceness for weakness. If you don’t behave, argue with me, try to escape or do
something I don’t want you to do, then there will be punishments.
And I think you will find that the slap in the face was the easiest of
most of my punishments. This can be as easy or as hard as you would
like it to be.” He was making me dizzy by walking around the room as
he talked. “This will be your only room for as long as I see fit. You’re
welcome to read, watch movies on the computer, take advantage of
the bathroom, and wear any of the clothes. It’s all yours as long as
you behave. The locked door on the side of the bookcase is to a gym.
Once I have inspected it completely, I’ll open the door and you can
use the equipment in there. I will not be here with you all day, so
you will have the freedom to do what you want. There is a bell on
the door. When you hear it ring, you can open the door. That is how
your food will come to you. When you are done, open the door,
place the tray back in the hallway, close the door, and then press the
bell on your side. The hall does not lead anywhere it is simply like a
small foyer to your room, so don’t get any ideas.” He knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my knees. I
could see his hands from under my blind fold. “It won’t always be
this way, little one.” Then he kissed my forehead and walked out of
the room telling me I could remove the blind fold.
Chapter three
Liam watched Norah as she explored the room on the
cameras. It made him smile to see her get excited about the things
she found. He laughed when she held up the bra to her chest and
said, “Only in your dreams, sir.” Her breasts were small, but he still
thought she was very sexy.
After their talk, well his talk, he had kissed her forehead. He
didn’t know why he had done it, but he just couldn’t help himself.
This girl seemed to bring out things in him he wasn’t use to feeling.
Tomorrow was Monday, he made an appointment to see Tom. He
had to get this girl out of his house before he did something he
didn’t want to do.
He delivered both her lunch and dinner through the door
without her seeing him. He watched her as she ate alone, and put
the tray back in the foyer. He sat at the kitchen island and watched her pace her room.
He explained to Rosa, his house keeper that she was another sub of
his, he told Gerald the butler the same thing, and told them to
explain it to the other staff. They were used to seeing him with
submissive women, so this was nothing new. Even his driver Trig had
seen it all before. The blind folds, the whips, chains, leashes, and
even the nipple clamps, none of it bothered them anymore. He had
secluded his subs before, so even this behavior wasn’t unusual. Rosa
cleaned the basement when he used it, so she knew he was freak in
the bedroom. But she had also seen him romance his subs. She knew
he could be just as sweet as he was a freak. But he was no longer
embarrassed of his lifestyle. They had all signed confidentially
agreements, so he didn’t worry what they thought of him.
This situation was different though. She wouldn’t meet Norah
this time. She wouldn’t be making romantic dinners or cleaning the
equipment in the basement after they played out a scene. There
would be none of that this time. Norah would stay in her room until Liam could figure out how
to get rid of her without going to jail for the rest of his life.
The next morning he walked in Tom’s office eager to get his
advice. He told Tom he needed to explain the entire story before
Tom could say anything. Tom Cunningham was in the lifestyle as
well. Liam and Tom had met at a club in London about five years ago.
Tom even had a slave of his own. When Liam told him that he was
thinking of going the slave route as well, he told him it was the best,
so rewarding. There was nothing better in the world than having a
woman serve you. Tom had had Reanna for over ten years, and was
very happy. Liam had met Reanna, and she seemed happy too.
Though he wondered why Tom didn’t just marry her.
Tom listened to Liam’s tale of human trafficking with his
mouth open and his eyes closed. Liam knew he was in trouble and
Tom’s reaction didn’t make it any easier. When Liam was done he sat
back and waited for Tom to say something.
“She’s in your house right now?” he asked. Liam nodded. “Liam, what have you done? I mean, really what did think
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