was going to happen? Where did you think this money was going?
Have you ever bought a sub before? Where was your common
sense, son?” Tom stood and paced the floor. Liam had heard all this
before. He didn’t know what he was thinking, he wasn’t thinking. He
just got caught up in the excitement of a new venture and didn’t
think to ask questions until it was too late. He trusted his friend.
“I don’t know. I just don’t know. If you let her go, you’re
going to jail. You know she won’t keep quiet. You’ve had her how
long? A month?”
“No, God no! I’ve had her two days. She was kidnapped a
month ago. I guess they sent her to “slave training are us” or
something to make her worth more money.”
“Then you better pray we don’t have another Natalie
Holloway situation. I mean, have you checked the papers, the TV,
she’s an American, right? Someone has to be looking for this girl.”
Liam sat down and ran his hands through his hair. “I know Tom! I know all of this! Why do you think I just didn’t
put her out on the street? I don’t know what to do. I need help.”
Tom held up his hands.
“Okay, here is my advice; do nothing right now. Don’t talk to
her, don’t interact with her. The less she knows about you the
better. Give me a week. I will do some research with some friends,
and find out if anyone has had anything like this happen. You email
me, no better yet, messenger me all the information you have on
her. I will look in to finding out if someone is looking for her. But you,
you don’t lay a finger on her, Liam! She’s a virgin, she needs to stay
that way, okay?” Liam stood up.
“What kind of an animal do you think I am? I might have a
bad temper, but raping women doesn’t get me off, Tom!” He nearly
knocked over the chair as he walked out the door. Another week? Is
he kidding? He had to live with this woman in his house for another
week.
Norah
I spent most of the day reading, and listening to music. The
bell rang for my lunch which was a chicken salad, crackers and
assorted fruit. I took a nap after I ate, and thought about working out
but decided against it. I liked not being tied up or having to wear a
blind fold, but I hated being alone. I had so many questions and
wanted answers. Who was this man? Why did he want me? Why me
in general? Where were we? Was I going to be here forever? Would I
ever see my family again?
I stood at the window watching the sun go down when I
heard his voice again. I put on my blind fold and sat at the desk chair.
I was almost relieved to hear his voice. As crazy as it sounded, I
feared him less when he was in the room with me. The nightmares,
my imagination, and the unknown scared me the most.
I heard the cart being rolled in the room, and smelled garlic. I
raised my head taking in the sweet smell. My stomach growled. I
guess I was hungrier than I thought. He moved me so I was sitting at a small table. Through the
bottom of my blind fold, I could see pasta, with a red sauce, and a
large piece of garlic bread.
“When you’re done, roll the cart out and ring the bell.” His
voice wasn’t close, like he was standing near the door. I couldn’t stop
myself. “You’re not staying?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but I knew
he hadn’t left the room yet either. “I was hoping to have some
company,” I whispered not wanting to get in trouble for speaking out
of turn, but desperate for some human contact. I jumped when I
heard the door slam. I knew he was gone so I took my blind fold off.
“Well I guess I got my answer,” I said to myself.
Not only did I have the pasta and bread, but I also had a piece
of chocolate cake, and glass of wine, a bottle of water, a coke, and
some milk. I guess he was covering all the bases. There was also a
little vase with a very small white tea rose in the middle of the table.
I picked it up and smelled it. I narrowed my eyes at this gesture. I drank the wine with dinner, and milk with the cake. I took
the water and coke, and put them on nightstand and pushed the cart
out in the foyer. Before I shut the door I grabbed the rose. I pressed
the bell and walked away.
*****
It had been five days, and Tom hadn’t gotten back Liam. The
morning of day six, Liam decided he had enough and called him.
“Well the good news is, no one is looking for her. The bad
news is, I still don’t have any answers that will help you. It seems to
my friends, that you have two options. 1) Let her go and offer some
kind of cash settlement to keep her mouth shut. Of course with this
option there is no guarantee she won’t just take your money and
turn you in anyway. Or 2) keep her…. keep her and make sure no one
ever finds her. Her family isn’t looking for her now, but I am certain
from the information we found that won’t be the case forever. Either
way, I know this is going to be a hard decision for you.” Hard decision was an understatement. He hated having this
girl in his guest room and not knowing what to do with her. He
couldn’t stop himself from watching her on the cameras. He hated
every night when she tried to talk to him, but kept going in her room
to deliver her dinner anyway. He could see she was depressed and
lonely. He wanted to talk to her, but he didn’t want to get involved
with her. Still something about her drew him in. He found himself
trying to touch her hands when he placed her in front of her food. He
found himself leaning close to her head so he could smell her hair as
pushed her chair in the table. Maybe he just ran his fingers over her
cheek or touched her arms, while helping her in the chair, but it
didn’t matter. Her skin sent sparks through him. She always smelled
so good, and he loved watching her lick her lips when he was
standing close to her. It was like she was asking him to kiss her. He
wanted to, but didn’t dare. Besides the one kiss on her forehead, his
lips hadn’t touched her again. But he couldn’t understand why no
one was looking for her. She was beautiful, a college graduate, and
from the pictures in her wallet, she had a family. Why weren’t they
concerned about her? He didn’t understand and wanted to ask her. It was Saturday so Liam did his best to avoid her all day. He
watched the camera briefly in the morning, but spent the afternoon
playing golf with clients and trying to keep his mind off the girl in his
guest room. But that evening he couldn’t help himself as he pushed
her dinner cart in her room. She hadn’t asked him to stay tonight,
but when he got to the door he found himself wanting to stay. So
instead, he brought in a folding chair and took a seat across from
her. He still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with her. Tom hadn’t
given an option he wanted to take. He still didn’t think it was good
idea to get involved with her, but found himself wanting to talk to
her. “You can’t see to eat if I stay,” he said. She fidgeted her hands in
her lap. “Do you still want me to
stay? I will have to feed you.”
“Yes sir.” Liam took the fork and stabbed a piece of steak.
“Open up, its steak.” Rosa had pre-cut the steak at Liam’s
request, not wanting to provide her with a weapon. He gave her a
few bites of steak, some green beans and then a mouthful of mash
potatoes. She gasped when he put the fork in her mouth. “I’m sorry,
that was too much.” When she was done eating, he sat and watched her wipe her
face with a napkin. He reached out and helped her wipe her cheek.
His need to hear her talk overwhelmed him.
“So tell me about yourself, Norah.” He was just as shocked at
his question as she was. “What would you like to know?” she asked
in a very low voice. “Where are you from?” he already knew she
lived in Las Vegas and that was where her license was from, but he
wanted to see how she would answer him.
“Las Vegas.”
“You were born there?” he asked.
“Yes sir.” He handed her the bottle of water she was grabbing
for.
“How old are you?” again he knew the answer, but he
wanted to see if she would lie to him.
“22.”
“Tell me about your family?” he had seen pictures of a young
girl in her wallet, and picture of a dog. “What would you like to know?” he knew she was trying to
answer him in the most efficient way, but her answering a question
with a question was annoying him. “Parents? Siblings? Pets?” he
knew his voice sounded annoyed when he spoke.
“My Father left before I was born, and my Mother was a Las
Vegas show girl.” She stopped. Was she going to explain the young
girl in her wallet, or was he going to have to get ugly for her to
answer him. He waited and started tapping the fork on the table. He
didn’t want to hurt her. He knew she didn’t know not answering a
question with the complete truth was something he would punish
his other subs for. But he could not tolerate disobedience from his
women. He cringed at the thought of her being his woman. But if
what Tom said was true, she was going to be with him for a while,
until he could figure out what to do with her. So she might as well
start thinking of him as her master, and he think of her as his. He
exhaled deeply to show his impatience and she spoke again. “I have two sisters, twins, identical. They are younger than
me, still in high school. And I have,” she paused and corrected
herself, “Had a dog. A little Yorkie/Maltese mix, named Sammy.” He
could see the tears running down her face. For a moment he felt bad
about making her cry, but that quickly faded and he felt dominance,
ownership, and cruel. Thinking about her family upset her. Maybe
that was why she didn’t want to answer him. But he pressed on
anyway.
“If they are younger than you, then how can you say your
Dad left before you were born?” he asked feeling like an ass as soon
as he said it, of course they didn’t have the same father.
“We have different fathers, sir. My Mother was married to
their Father.” She sniffed her nose and wiped her tears with her
hands. Her tears were giving him a weird feeling. A feeling he wasn’t
comfortable with himself. He didn’t feel sad for her, but empowered
by her. “So tell me about your Step Father, then. Why would he let
his beautiful step daughter visit Paris all alone?” He tilted his head to
the side and shifted his leg over his knee.
“The twins Father left just after they were born. The man that
lives with my Mother is just her boyfriend, a sugar daddy really.”
Liam laughed. He thought it was ironic that here she was, with him, a
very rich man, willing and able to give her whatever she wanted, and
her Mother had been through three men, probably more to find her
a sugar daddy. He often spoiled his subs, buying them lavish gifts,
cars, jewelry, clothes, paid their rent even. If this relationship was
different, Norah could have him as her own personal sugar daddy
and she didn’t even try.
“They just let you go off to Paris without them. I mean, I
realize you’re an adult, but come on, it’s a dangerous world out
there,” chuckling again at the predicament she has found herself in.
He was amazed that in this moment, he was actually being an ass to
her. Mocking her situation, forcing her to talk about her family,
people she would probably never see again, and enjoying watching
her cry. “My Mom’s boyfriend paid for me and a friend to travel
Europe for the whole summer. But Tiffany got engaged just before
we were supposed to leave, so she decided to stay home.” More
tears fell down her face.
“So the sugar daddy paid for you travel Europe huh? How
long were you in Europe before this happen?” he asked not wanting
to say the word kidnapped.
“One week.”
“Did you contact your family when you got here?”
“I emailed my sister Lorraine to tell her I had arrived safely
and I would email or call her again soon.”
“But you haven’t of course,” she shook her head. “I’m asking
because you have been with me for six days now, and you were
taken over a month ago. The last contact with your family was over a
month ago, and yet,” he paused not sure if he really wanted to upset her more. “There is no one looking for you, little one.” He scooted
his chair closer to her and watched the reaction on her face. She
didn’t say anything. “Does your family care about you, like you
obviously care about them?” She still didn’t answer, but he could see
more tears running down her face. “Maybe Mommy is too
preoccupied with her sugar daddy, and the sisters too busy getting
nailed by their boyfriends to care about if little Norah is okay?”
“Don’t talk about my sisters!” she snapped. He chuckled at
what she probably perceived as authority in her voice.
“The sisters are off limits huh? But Mommy and Daddy are
fair game, is that the way it is, little one?” He stood and walked
around the table.
“He isn’t my Father. He just wanted me out of the way. My
Mother and sisters are traveling right now, looking at colleges.” She
was talking through her teeth, he knew he had upset her, but now
she was pissed. He walked behind her and leaned into her ear. “Don’t forget who is in charge here, little one.” He
straightened up and started to walk out. She could sense he was
moving away from her.
“Wait!” she gasped. “Don’t go,” she pleaded. He turned and
looked at her.
“You would rather I stay here and continue to make you cry?”
he laughed almost kicking himself in the ass for making her cry and
liking it. Was he becoming like Will? He didn’t want to enjoy her
pain, but he did. He usually loved inflicting pain on his willing subs,
and watching them cry was a turn on. He didn’t want to feel that
way for her, he didn’t want to enjoy making her cry because he
didn’t know what he might do next.
“No, I would rather you just stayed,” she whispered. He
pulled the cart away from her abruptly and walked out of her room.
He made sure he slammed the door behind him. He didn’t know why he was angry. He was the one being
mean to her, he was the one making her cry. She was answering his
questions and being respectful. She was doing exactly what he told
her to do even though it was painful. But somehow even though he
had ignored her most of the week, and now in their one interaction
that was longer than the few minutes it took him to leave her food,
when he was mean to her, and forced her to cry; she still wanted his
company. He began to understand the stages of Will’s theory. He
hadn’t been forceful enough with her in the fear and respect stage.
She got the respect, but the fear wasn’t clear to her. She wanted to
move to the comforting. Deep down, Liam did too. But he knew if he
tried to comfort her now, he might end up doing something he
regretted.
The next night Liam decided to give her a little reward. He felt
bad for making her cry and she had really done nothing to deserve it.
He felt even worse for taking pleasure in her crying. “I would like to give you a reward, little one. You have been
very good, exceptional. I know since you have been here I haven’t
allowed you to take a bath, only showers, and I did not provide you
with a razor of any kind.” He paused. “So tonight, I would like to give
you a bath.” He could hear her breathing pick up. He knew she was
worried about what ‘give you a bath’ probably really meant.
Although he hadn’t seen her naked, yet, Liam had used restraint
before. It wasn’t like he was walking hard on, always looking for a
hole. He knew he could wash her, shave her legs and keep his hands
from wandering.
“Don’t worry, little one.” He touched her hand. “I’ll be a very
good boy.” He knew his comment didn’t relax her mind at all. He got
up and started the bath water. Norah sat alone and didn’t move. He
came in behind her and forced her to stand up.
“I would like for you to test the water.” He took her by her
hand and led her in the bathroom. He sat her in a chair beside the
tub and moved her hand under the faucet. She quickly snatched it away. “Too hot?” he asked. She
nodded. “Answer me please,” he huffed.
“Yes sir.” He adjusted the water, and moved her hand under
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