Sold (Keeping her in the Dark)

by Sansom, Leslie

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