The Life of Anna, Part 2: Entwined

by Marissa Honeycutt

“I have been putting off the inevitable, but I really must be going, Schatzi.” He sat for a moment more, then stood and helped her to her feet.

  Anna walked him to the door and gazed up into his tender eyes. She didn’t want to speak for fear of losing control and crying.

  “I will come see you as soon as I can when I get home,” he said with a trembling voice. “I hate to leave you, Anna.”

  “I hate for you to leave,” she whispered.

  He drew her tightly to his chest and pressed his lips to hers in a desperate kiss. By the time he pulled away her lips were swollen and bruised, but she didn’t care. He caressed her cheek with his hand and stared into her eyes, reluctant to leave.

  Finally, he sighed. “I must leave, or I won’t.”

  She nodded and smiled bravely at him. He kissed her once more, then turned and left, closing the door behind him. She stared at the closed door for a long moment and allowed the tears to fall down her cheeks. But she knew he’d be back.

  She wasn’t afraid of him anymore. She felt quite certain that she loved him.

  CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

  Tuesday passed in a blur. On Wednesday, she walked into the advanced class for the first time. It was nerve wracking, walking towards the large studio.

  These were students closer to her own age. The first class of the day had both guys and girls in it and she hesitated in the doorway, unsure what to do. A few of the male students smiled at her and she smiled shyly back. Her heart was with Alex, though, and she hoped they would leave her alone.

  A few minutes later one of the advanced instructors, Delia, walked in and spoke to her.

  “Isaak told me you’d be joining us today. I’m so happy to have you in my class,” she said with a pleasant smile.

  Anna smiled nervously back at her. “Hi,” she said softly.

  “Where would you be comfortable standing?”

  “In the back corner?” she asked, half joking.

  Delia laughed. “If you’d like.”

  Before class started, Delia introduced her to the rest of the students. She received some curious looks, but most were friendly. Delia put Anna on the side wall between two girls named Madison and Olivia. They were friendly and Anna liked standing near them.

  The entire class was conducted en pointe, though Delia told her she could switch to slippers if she needed to.

  As expected, this class was much harder, but Anna loved the challenge. The exhaustion she felt at the end of the class was exhilarating.

  *****

  The rest of the week was uneventful, save her nightly visitors that Devin sent over. She spent Friday night at the Manor, and Devin told her he was very pleased with the attention she gave to his friends.

  The advanced classes were intense, but wonderful. She was quickly regaining her strength, just like Travis had said she would.

  *****

  Anna drove to the studio the following Tuesday morning excited for the day. It would be her first pas de deux class after lunch. There had been one on the previous Thursday, but she had just watched. Delia wanted her to have more of the advanced classes before she started with a partner. She’d enjoyed watching the couples dance. The girls were elegant, the guys were strong. She couldn’t wait for her turn.

  The morning dragged, though she continued to enjoy the challenge of the harder classes. After lunch, and after a pointe class, she finally walked into the class she’d been anticipating since last week.

  Delia matched her with a dancer named Nate, which surprised Anna. He was considered one of the best students in the school.

  Anna apologized to Nate quite a few times throughout the class, but he was easy going and didn’t mind when she made mistakes. He seemed to really be enjoying dancing with her and offered encouragement and adjusted her when he thought he could help.

  He was not only a very talented dancer, but he was also very good looking, with straight brown hair parted in the middle and hanging over the sides of his forehead. His whiskey-brown eyes were kind. He reminded her of Aaron, which made her smile.

  “What are you smiling about?” Nate asked as he held her waist in preparation for a pirouette. Delia had the couples working on their own for a few minutes, without music.

  Anna blushed. “Oh, you just reminded me of someone.”

  Nate grinned. “I hope it’s a good someone.”

  Anna caught his eye in the mirror in front of them and nodded. Fifth position and push, she said silently and executing a perfect double pirouette.

  Nate’s hands skimmed around her waist as she turned, but held her up on point when she finished.

  He grinned mischievously. “Who?”

  “Who what?” Anna asked, completely forgetting what she’d said.

  Nate turned her around to face him. “Who do I remind you of?” His warm eyes glinted with mischief.

  “Oh,” she blushed. “Aaron.”

  Nate blinked in surprise. “Aaron Schroeder?” His jaw dropped. “Really?”

  Anna was horrified. She hadn’t meant to insult him. “I...I meant it in a good way,” she said quickly.

  Suddenly Nate grinned again. “You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

  Anna was confused for a moment, then realized that he had taken it as the compliment she’d meant it as. “No, you really do remind me of him. You’re very talented,” she added softly.

  Nate’s grin expanded. “Well, thank you. I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  “Nate. Anna.” Delia called from across the room. “That looks more like talking than practicing.”

  Embarrassed, Anna turned quickly away from Nate. “What next?”

  The class continued and Anna enjoyed dancing with Nate. He was easy to dance with and his confidence helped make Anna feel secure.

  *****

  Nate walked with Anna to the garage after class was over. His easygoing manner put her at ease and she liked being with him.

  “Hey, Anna,” someone shouted from behind. She and Nate turned to see Aaron jogging after them. He caught up and looked at Nate. “You’re...Nate, right?”

  Nate looked surprised. “Yeah, I am.”

  “I’ve heard good things about you. Looking forward to seeing the final performance.”

  Nate beamed. “Thanks.”

  Aaron turned to Anna. “Hey, how are you doing?” he asked in a tender voice.

  Nate looked between Anna and Aaron and his face fell. “I, uh, gotta get home to dinner,” Nate mumbled. “I’ll see ya tomorrow, Anna.” He walked away quickly, head erect but shoulders slightly slumped.

  Confused, Anna watched as Nate walked away, then looked up at Aaron, who was watching him as well.

  He looked amused. “I think you have a new fan,” he said with a grin.

  “What?” she asked.

  Aaron grinned at her. “He likes you.”

  Anna shrugged. She’d suspected as much. “He’s nice. He reminds me of you.”

  Aaron glanced at her. “Really? Hmm. Then I should be careful.”

  “Why?”

  “He might usurp my spot as first principal someday.” Aaron grinned, letting her know he was teasing.

  Anna giggled. “Are you threatened?”

  He shrugged, then grinned. “Maybe.”

  They chatted for a few minutes about dancing, then Aaron walked with her the rest of the way to the garage. He walked her to her car and said goodbye. He was a good friend, she thought to herself.

  On the way home, Devin called and told her he was going to come over. He needed to fuck someone.

  *****

  Nate gave her confusing looks all day Wednesday, but didn’t speak to her. Thursday in the partners’ class, Nate asked her if she and Aaron were dating.

  “No,” she answered. “Company dancers and students aren’t allowed.”

  “Oh.”

  He was quiet for a few minutes as they performed the steps as instructed by Delia.

  Anna felt bad. She knew Nate
liked her. She liked him, but didn’t know how Alex would feel about her going out with someone.

  A thought seized her heart. What if that’s what Alex was going out of town for? To see someone. A woman? Maybe that’s why he couldn’t tell her what he was doing.

  No, that didn’t make any sense. Why would he feel like he needed to hide seeing someone? Did Alex’s previous desires of him wanting her to go out and date and have fun still stand?

  “Anna,” Nate whispered motioning to the door.

  Anna looked at the entryway to see Isaak standing and talking with Delia. The students were to be practicing on their own.

  “Sorry, Nate,” she said, giving him an apologetic smile. She’d drifted off into her own thoughts.

  They began practicing again.

  After class, Anna went with Nate, Olivia, Madison and several other dancers to a nearby pizza place. She hadn’t been to a place like this since before her parents died. She didn’t even remember what pizza tasted like. Her first bite tasted heavenly.

  Nate laughed. “You look like you’ve never had pizza before.”

  Anna blushed. “I haven’t had it in a really long time. Since before my parents died.”

  CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

  Anna went to unlock her apartment door when she got home and realized it was already unlocked. Her heart pounded in her ears. Who was in her apartment?

  She slowly opened the door and peeked in. A light was on in the living room. She put her bag on the ground and walked silently around the corner.

  “Where have you been?” came a deep voice with a German accent.

  Alex!

  Her heart leapt for joy and she hurried to him, until she realized that he sounded angry. She froze mid-step. He sat in the corner of her couch with a long arm along the back edge. He wore jeans and a black shirt and a deep frown on his face.

  She didn’t have to read him to know he was angry. Very angry. But why? What had she done to anger him? Why didn’t he call her if he was home and wanted to see her?

  She backed slowly away as he stood up, a frightening tower of anger and strength in her living room. When she finally dared to look up into his eyes, it was unlike anything she had ever seen. His eyes were dark and filled with fury. It didn’t look like Alex at all. He looked...inhuman. And it terrified her.

  Her mind went wild trying to figure out what she had done to anger him. Was she supposed to have known that he was home and wanted to see her?

  He stepped towards her. “Where have you been?” he asked again.

  Her mouth gaped as she tried to find her voice.

  “Well?” he shouted.

  “I went out with some friends from the studio,” she answered weakly. She felt the wall behind her and pressed against it. What would he do to her?

  “Who?” he demanded.

  “Some people from my dance class.” She cringed at the flash in his eyes at her words.

  “You are mine,” he shouted. “You belong to me. You are to be available to me when I want you.”

  His words stabbed at her heart and tears stung her eyes. She wasn’t anything special to him. She was his slave. Plain and simple.

  With a trembling lip, she lowered herself into her submissive pose and bowed low.

  “Go shower and present yourself to me properly,” he growled.

  She ran to the bathroom and cried as she quickly showered and washed her hair for him. She dried herself off and braided her hair, then went back out into the living room and assumed her pose once more.

  She felt him looking at her and trembled under his stare. A few seconds later she was lifted up into the air and he carried her into her room and he threw her onto the bed. He undressed and stood next to her, hard cock jutting out from his hips.

  He grabbed her hair and dragged her up to a sitting position, then put his cock to her lips. “You know what to do,” he growled.

  She opened her mouth and took him in. He pushed himself in deep, choking her, to which he made derisive remarks about her abilities.

  Tears came to her eyes. He was so cruel. As cruel as Devin and Jack. And she had been so wrong about him. He didn’t care about her. He wanted an accommodating slave. But, then why had he said all those things before he left? Why had he been so loving? Was he trying to fuck with her head? Did he like mindfucks?

  He pushed her backwards, ripping his cock from her throat. Her throat burned and she coughed as she fell onto her back and he straddled her upper body. He pinched her nipples hard and pulled up, raising her back off the bed. She cried out and tears ran down her cheeks. He ran sharp fingernails down her belly, leaving trails of fire behind. He violently slapped each breast from the outside in several times.

  He slapped her across the face. Shocked, she raised her hand to her cheek and he yanked it down, trapping it under his knee. He did the same with her other hand.

  Her breasts jiggled as he slapped them again and again. Her face stung as he slapped her cheeks. He pulled her up by her nipples again, further this time and she cried out in pain.

  “Oh, come now, Anna. You’ve taken far worse. I’m sure of it.”

  The rage distorted his handsome face, making him look almost demonic.

  He backed off her hips and turned her over to bend her knees and raise her ass in the air. She started to raise up onto her hands, but he pushed her back down.

  He pressed his fingers inside her. They were so big! She moaned. It felt good. Maybe he changed his mind about hurting her? She felt him slip another one in and then another one. The opening burned as he slid in and out and she stopped moaning.

  “You like being fisted?” He laughed. “Not that it matters if you like it or not.”

  She whimpered as she felt pressure and then intense pain as something enormous made its way into her channel. Bigger than his cock. She groaned as her opening stretched and then let out a scream as she felt herself tear. He laughed and she sobbed.

  A huge knot pushed its way into her body. She groaned and cried as he punched her cervix.

  “No, please,” she begged through her tears.

  She tried to wiggle her hips away from him, but he held her with his free hand. He continued to move his fist inside her. She knew how big his hands were; she didn’t know how he fit in there.

  He pulled away from her and pulled her backwards. He laughed and shook his arm around, moving her hips up and down and sideways. She sobbed and clung to the covers on the bed. He pulled her backwards more until she felt her hips at the edge of the bed. He put his hand under her chest and picked her up, then dropped her upper body so her hands were on the floor, supported only with the fist inside her.

  “Pull off of me,” he growled. “Pull your cunt off my fist.”

  She shook her head. “Please, Master. Please don’t.”

  He wiggled his arm. “Pull!” he commanded.

  She cried and began lowering her body to the floor in obedience. It hurt so badly!

  “Pull. Tear yourself away from me.” His voice was so cold. He punched down into her cervix again and she groaned.

  She slipped to her elbows and begged him to stop.

  “Stupid bitch.” He pushed down once and then ripped his fist out of her pussy. She screamed in agony as she flipped over onto her back.

  She lay with her legs spread on the floor and felt something trickle down the front of her ass. Was she bleeding?

  He stood between her splayed legs and looked down at her, frowning. She covered her face with her hands. Her chest heaved with sobs. She couldn’t move, she hurt so badly. He grabbed an ankle and tossed her back on the bed, her head hitting the footboard on the way up.

  She lay on the bed face down, dazed and dizzy. Her head pounded from hitting the footboard. She whimpered when she heard him behind her. He pushed her ass back up in the air with her knees wide apart and smacked her ass hard. Then he smacked her pussy. She screamed in pain. He repeated the movements until she didn’t have the wherewithal to scream anymore. She was exhausted
and could only groan in pain.

  The mattress sank between her knees and she felt something hard and long in her pussy. It was his cock. But she was stretched out so much that it didn’t hurt that much. Except where he pressed against the tear.

  He grunted. “I can’t feel your pussy around my cock. Guess I’ll have to try one of your other holes.”

  She closed her eyes and waited. Her body was done. He rammed his cock into her ass and he found one last scream inside her. He pulled her braid and pulled her body up, arching her back. She sobbed as his cock pounded into her ass and his balls slapped against her sore pussy. Finally, she heard his breathing shallow and he growled out a massive release.

  He pulled back and she fell forward onto her face. He lay down next to her and fell asleep immediately.

  Anna scooted as far away from him as she could, curled up in a ball and lost consciousness.

  CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

  Alex didn’t know if the pounding was coming from inside or outside his head. He opened scratchy eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. The pounding continued and he realized it was someone pounding on a door nearby.

  He sat up suddenly. He was in Anna’s room. He looked beside him and saw Anna curled up in a ball, sleeping.

  How did he get here? He stood to answer the door and realized he was naked.

  “Alex! Alex open the fucking door!”

  That sounded like Seth outside the apartment door.

  He grabbed his jeans and put them on as he walked to the door. He glanced back uneasily at Anna as he walked out of the room. Something was very wrong here.

  He opened the door to the anxious and angry faces of Seth, Tony and Greg.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Seth demanded between clenched teeth, slamming Alex back against the wall. “Why are you here? Why did you leave the Manor?”

  The three men glowered at him and Alex stared at them, bewildered. “I don’t know,” he said defensively. “I just woke up and I was here.”

  “Where’s Anna?” Greg demanded.

  “Why do you have blood on your hand?” Tony asked.