Deep Blue

by Yolanda Olson

  I rolled my eyes and leaned on him like he told me too. The last thing I wanted was to have to walk back the rest of the way when I was already on the brink of passing out from exhaustion.

  A few moments later he pulled up in front of the house and turned the tractor off. Gripping my wrists tightly, he leaned back and grabbed my legs, setting them on either side of him, then climbed off with me on his back. If I wasn’t angry at being nothing more than an indentured, sex servant to him, I would’ve found it hilarious to be getting a piggy back ride on a farm. Instead I just wanted a bed and to be left alone.

  Troy set me down on his couch and ran a hand over my hair. It was a sweet gesture; it told me that he almost gave a fuck about me.

  “Wait here. I’ll go run you a bath,” he said as he turned on his heel and left me in the living room.

  I took a deep a breath as my lungs would afford me and closed my eyes. It felt nice to be able to lie on the couch and not have to move. Today was five hellacious morning hours in the bag working like a farm animal because it amused him.

  With a foot half into dream world, I was brought back out when Troy lifted me up into his arms.

  “I hope you like bubbles. I’m not one for them really, but I guess they’re supposed to be relaxing,” he said with a chuckle.

  When we reached the bathroom door, he stood me on my feet and pulled my dress off. Troy only ever let me wear dresses; he told me if he liked being able to have access to any part of me any time he wanted. So far he hadn’t followed through on it and I was grateful.

  “Pull your panties off, Posy. I’ll get your bra,” he said keeping one arm loosely around my waist while he used one hand to unhook my bra and slide it off of me. Leaning down, I slid my panties off and stepped out of them when they hit the floor. “Can you get in?” he asked, letting go of me.

  I nodded and lowered myself into the warm water, stretching my body out as far as it would go, and closing my eyes. The water felt so good on my tired body. Once again, I found myself being grateful to Troy for a small act of kindness. That was until I heard him unbuckling his belt, followed by the sound of his jeans unbuckling. I kept my eyes closed, but I knew he was pulling his boots off, tossing his socks to the side, and sliding his pants and underwear off.

  “Scooch up,” he said.

  I let out a shaky breath as I felt him put his hands on my back and move me forward. He gently lowered himself into the water, pulled me back against him, and let out a sigh.

  “God this feels good,” he said.

  I didn’t respond. Suddenly I found myself in a strange predicament. I could feel Troy’s hands slowly rubbing my arms up and down, and it felt good. With as much as I hated to admit it to myself, it felt damn good.

  “Can I try something?” he asked softly.

  I nodded without hesitation.

  He leaned forward slightly and grazed my neck with his lips again, his beard sending a tingling sensation through my body. He used one of his large hands to push my hair out of the way and gently kissed my neck, while using the other to squeeze my breasts together. I let out another shaky breath as I leaned my head back against him. My nipples immediately became hard and he used his fingertips to tease them in turn.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned, moving my hand down onto his leg. I wanted to grab his dick. I wanted to stroke it and I wanted to make him cum more than anything I had ever wanted before, but he hadn’t told me I could, so I had to restrain myself.

  “Do you like that?” he asked, moving both of his hands to my breasts, giving my nipples a hard pull.

  I nodded and his lips formed a smile against my neck. Holding my left breast tightly in his hand, he let his other one slide down my stomach and disappear into the bubble filled water.

  “Troy,” I breathed as he slid his fingertips over my pussy lips, gently teasing me. “More.”

  It didn’t take anything else. He parted them with a finger and immediately began circling my clit gently and quickly. My body tensed up even more and I arched my back underneath his skillful hands. He plunged one finger deep inside of me causing me to moan loudly.

  “I think you like this more than you want to admit,” he whispered into my ear. “And I fucking love the sounds you make.”

  He plunged a second finger inside of me, opening me wider, and began to move them in and out. My hips began to move to the sensation of his fingers inside of me causing him to chuckle.

  “More,” I pleaded in a tone I didn’t recognize.

  Troy abided by my pleading and began to thrust his fingers in and out of my rhythmically. He went from gentle thrusting to harder and deeper with each passing second. And just as he had me on the brink of the most amazing orgasm I knew I would ever have, he stopped.

  “That’s enough for now, baby girl,” he said, pulling his fingers out of me. “Get cleaned up. We’ll have more time to play later.”

  Fucking asshole.

  Fifteen

  Troy

  Where the hell is Scout? I was walking around the house looking for my dog while Posy cleaned herself up in the tub. I was pretty sure I hadn’t seen him in a day or two and it was bothering the hell out of me.

  I went outside and called out for him. I whistled, I slapped my thighs, I yelled his name at the top of my lungs, and still nothing.

  “What the fuck,” I muttered to myself. I turned around and went back into the house to find Posy waiting in the living room. “Hey, any idea where my dog is?” I asked her.

  She looked at me with wide, fearful eyes and shook her head vehemently. It was obvious to me that she was lying.

  “Where’s Scout?” I asked her again, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “He ... Uh ... He, um, ran away,” she stammered.

  “No, he didn’t,” I replied sternly. “Scout would never run away and any time he’d disappear, he always came back. Now where the fuck is my dog?”

  I stalked angrily toward her and grabbed her by the neck. Lifting her off the couch, she gripped my wrist with her hands, trying to get air back in her lungs but I only squeezed harder. This bitch had done something to my dog and I was gonna find out what no matter how I had to get the information out of her.

  “Troy ... I ... Can’t ... Breathe,” she gasped out.

  “That’s the point. Now I’m gonna give you a little leeway and you’re gonna tell me where my dog is or so help me God, today will look like a dream compared to the fucking nightmare I will put you through,” I promised darkly.

  “You shot him. Remember? The vet told you he had cancer and you couldn’t afford to put him down,” she said in a raspy voice.

  I let her go and stared at her, bitter tears stinging my eyes. Scout had cancer? Why couldn’t I remember that?

  “Where’s his body?” I asked, my voice cracking.

  “We buried him by the tree. You cleaned him up so nicely and wrapped him in a quilt so he would be comfortable. It was the most loving thing I saw,” she said, her hand rubbing her throat.

  “Show me,” I said turning her around and shoving her toward the door. Nothing she said would ever make me believe that I would shoot my own dog. I loved him too much for that. I’d sell everything on my farm to put him down humanely. Everything.

  A sob escaped her throat as she opened the door and led me out to the tree that sat on the side of my house. She pointed a shaky finger at a freshly disturbed patch of land. I walked over to inspect it, then waved her over.

  “Dig,” I commanded.

  “Where’s the shovel?” she asked tearfully.

  “Use your fucking hands!” I shouted.

  Another sob escaped from deep inside of her as she got to her knees and dug her fingers into the soft Earth. I stood by and watched impatiently as she pulled away the dirt and grass, crying so hard that her entire body shook. Thirty minutes later, she was standing in the hole and rubbing the tears from her eyes, leaving dirt stains in their place.

  “Here he is,” she said pointing down toward a dirty quilt.


  “Give him to me,” I said, holding out my arms.

  She reached down and scooped up the bundle, gagging for a moment, before she managed to finally hoist it out and put it in my arms. I stared down for a moment in horrible emotional pain, as I saw his tail hanging out the end.

  I blinked back tears as I cradled the bundle against my chest and walked back toward my wooden stairs. I sat down and looked up at the clear blue skies for a moment, before I reached down and pulled the quilt partly off of his body. Posy started to cry uncontrollably and I somehow found it in myself to still look down.

  And there he was with a huge hole on top of his head. One of his eyes and ears were missing and he seemed to have started bloating already from being in the ground. The stench on him was strong, but I didn’t care. He had been my best friend for years and from what she told me, I killed him out of an act of mercy.

  I whipped the quilt back over Scout’s head and went to the hole we had buried him in, gently dropping him back down in. My lips trembled viciously as I fought back the urge to scream and told her to put the dirt back on him.

  There was no way in hell I would’ve done this. Not to Scout; not to anyone. The only logical explanation was that the person that knew where my dog was buried was the one that killed him.

  There’s going to be hell to pay for this, bitch, I thought angrily as I watched her start shoving the dirt back into the hole.

  Sixteen

  Posy

  It finally and suddenly dawned on me that Troy Cahill was batshit crazy. It also dawned on me that I must be as well, because I was inexplicably drawn to him. I wanted nothing more than to fix him and silence his demons. The only way I would be able to manage that was to knock him out and drown them, but something told me that his demons knew how to swim.

  The way he had me claw Scout out of the ground only to have me put him back in scared me worse than anything he had done to me so far. The branding, the using me as some kind of animal equipment; none of it terrified me more than him having me dig that dog out.

  He was still standing over me as I pushed the last of the dirt into place and I could feel the anger rolling off of his body. When I was done, I wiped as much dirt as I could off on my dress and got to my feet. I glanced up at the sun shining brightly in the blue sky and wondered how I was going to calm him down.

  “I’m ready to tell you now,” I said quietly.

  “Tell me what?” he asked angrily.

  “About what happened to me after you traded me off.”

  “If you think a sad story or two is going to make me forget about my dog, you’ve got another thing coming,” he warned.

  I turned slowly to face him. I don’t know what got into me, but I calmly reached forward and took his hand in mine. He let me lead him back to the wooden staircase where he had just held Scout and sat down next to me, after I gave his hand a gentle tug.

  Troy impatiently pushed the brim of his cap up and glared at me. I swallowed hard and made sure not to maintain eye contact. Instead I folded my hands on my lap and tried desperately to remember the things that were done to me. The things I had fought so viciously to forget.

  “The first one was Denton. I don’t know if you remember him; he was an older, like middle aged. Anyway, he was my first official owner I guess. He had a thing from broomsticks too. I can’t tell you how many times he’d crack me across the ass with one, just for his own personal entertainment. He said that hearing me ‘squeal like a little piggy’ made his day. Of course that escalated from just getting beat with the stick. One night he decided to get adventurous and shoved it inside of me. Not all the way obviously or he would’ve killed me, but just far enough to make me scream in pain. He was an evil bastard,” I said, chewing my lower lip at the memories.

  “Next was Nathan. I can’t tell you how happy I was after the ‘official year of ownership’ was over and I got traded again. I was surprised that I had been strong enough to survive Denton, but little did I know that Nathan wasn’t any better. I guess I kind of hoped I’d get relief at some point, but he was new to the game and that made him cruel and clumsy,” I recalled with a sigh. “He was about my age at the time I think. Being a teenager like me, he thought that I would have the stamina and the energy to take whatever he did to me. But the night that he lost control and almost ended up breaking my neck, he got scared. See, Nathan liked to tie me up; ropes, chains, sheets, whatever he could get his hands on. The time that I’m referring to, he had tied a sheet around my neck and got behind me. I think his plan was to fuck me, but he pulled too hard before he even got the chance to put his little dick inside of me and I gurgled and pitched forward as limp as his dick suddenly went. It scared the shit out of him and he didn’t touch me again after that. No, instead he put me in a cage for the rest of the year feeding me only every now and then until it was time for another trade.”

  Tears stung my eyes at the tidal wave of memories crashing down on me. I had done such a good job of forgetting and now I was remembering again to try and save my life.

  “Posy,” Troy said quietly. “You don’t have to tell me anymore.”

  Oh, so now you’re human? I thought bitterly wiping away the tears.

  “No. I need to finish. Please,” I said. Troy sighed next to me and put a hand on my leg, giving it a reassuring squeeze. With a deep breath, I moved on to bastard number three.

  “Okay, so after Nathan was William. He’s the one that started calling me an ugly whore. He’s the one that started to make me believe I wasn’t worth the breaths I took. That’s when I think I started to mentally crumble. That’s when I started to realize that if I wasn’t capable of being emotionally strong anymore, I’d have to try to be physically strong. And boy did he ever test my strength,” I recalled with an angry laugh. “What you had me do today? With the seed machine? He put me through worse. William had a farm too, not as nice or as big as yours, but he had one. Every single fucking morning at five a.m. I had to go out and feed his animals. Then he would have me push his tractor down the rows as he did whatever the hell he was doing. I remember dropping down once from exhaustion so he tied my wrists together and looped them through the back of the tractor, dragging me the rest of the way. I never fell down again after that. No matter how tired I was, no matter how hot the sun was, I refused to have that happen to me again.”

  “I don’t want to hear anymore,” Troy said, suddenly getting to his feet. “Come on inside.”

  “There are three more and then you,” I reminded him with a glance.

  “Just come inside, Posy,” he replied, a slight waver to his voice.

  “Only if you promise to let me tell you the rest eventually.”

  He nodded and walked into the house. I pushed myself off of the stairs and followed Troy inside. As it turns out, he wasn’t in the living room so I walked into the kitchen and still couldn’t find him.

  “Troy?”

  “Bedroom,” he called back.

  I rolled my eyes and hoped this wouldn’t be another almost sexual encounter. Nothing about what I had just told him was putting me in the mood. I wandered into the bedroom to find him standing by the closet door. He swung it open when he saw me and motioned for me to come over.

  “Take your dress off for a second,” he said once I got to him. The look I gave him made him smile and shake his head. “Not for that. Just leave your bra and panties on. I want you to take your dress off only.”

  With weary eyes, I just stood there and watched him. Troy chuckled as he pulled me close to him and turned me around. Reaching up for the straps of my dress, he pulled them over my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. I turned my face away but he leaned down and gently forced me to look at my reflection.

  “You’re not ugly, Posy. Look at yourself. Your face reminds me of pictures of angels I saw when I was a kid. Innocent, flawless, and glowing. Even if it’s just a dim glow now, it’s still there. Your eyes ... They remind me of a crystal clear lake where you can see down to th
e bottom and just make out the mossy rocks; I think that’s why there’s green in your eyes, you now. God and this body,” he breathed, running his hands down me sides, outlining my shape. “It’s my favorite so far. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but fuck, baby girl.”

  He stopped talking for a moment, laying his chin on my shoulder and running his hands down to my hips before he looked up into my eyes in the mirror.

  “I know for a fact you’re not a whore. Know how?” he asked. I shook my head. “Because you know when to say no. I’m sure you’ve said it to them and your body has said it to me a couple of times already. If you were a whore, you’d go with the flow; body and soul.”

  He stood up to his full height behind me and let out a deep sigh.

  “Put your dress back on, Posy. Remember everything I said in the next few days, okay? No matter what happens, try to remember what I said.”

  He walked away and left me in the bedroom to stare at myself in the mirror. It was obvious that he had just laid out a warning to me and I knew that for whatever time I had left here, I was going to have to fight harder for my life than I ever had before.

  Seventeen

  Troy stayed away from me for the rest of the day. Even when it was dinner time, he told me it was ready and took his plate outside to eat. I wasn’t exactly sure what was going through his head, but I wasn’t going to ask. He kind of struck me as like a feral animal; once false move and all hell would break loose.

  So I ate my dinner of grilled chicken breasts, mashed potatoes, and broccoli alone at the table. Truth be told, I didn’t care much for chicken or broccoli, but I also didn’t want to piss him off. Once I cleaned my plate, I took it over to the sink and turned on the water. I reached over toward the stove and made sure it was off, while I waited for the water to become the temperature I wanted.

  With a sigh, I ran the plate under the water letting the fork and knife clatter into the sink. I reached for the dish washing liquid and grabbed the sponge. I busied myself scrubbing the plate clean before placing it on the dish rack, followed by the knife and the fork. I was just about to turn the water off, when Troy slid his dirty plate and utensils in the sink. I jumped because normally his boots gave away whether he was coming or going and I didn’t hear them. I was too far off in my own little world of nothing.