Watching Sonia leave, I almost called her back.
Yes, for a tiny bitty second, I almost called my enemy back to save me from this dreadful monster who was looking at me with sheer lust.
I almost called out to her for help, but for the knowledge that she wouldn't be of help to me at all and might even aid Francis in whatever ugly thought he had for me.
So, I clamped my mouth shut, watching her leave. She never turned back once. I knew that she must be happy about the evil fate that had befallen me.
Her unceremonious exit left I and Francis alone in the store room. She had closed the door after her too, like she had known what might transpire.
For close to five minutes, there was complete silence in the room. No one moved or talked, but our eyes did. His eyes, of course, spoke of the ungodly things he wanted to do to my innocent body.
And mine?
My eyes spoke of worry, fear, and a soft plea.
A soft plea I was sure he might not consider.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, perhaps wanting to make small talk.
"Miss Rose sent me here to sieve out some grains." I replied slowly. My fingers entangled and disentangled themselves on eacn other. I was nervous.
"And how far have you gone?" He asked, moving closer to me.
I took some steps back, hastily, wanting to be as far away from him as possible, but alas there were sacks of grain behind me, and before I could say Jack, I was already falling backward, landing ungracefully on one of the bags. In my haste to step away from the man, I had tripped on the cam of water which I had left idle on the floor.
Quickly, noticing the direction of Francis' eyes, I pushed down the edges of my short slave gown which had ridden up, almost to my waist, when I had fallen clumsily on the sacks of grains.
"I have worked on just one bag." I replied. My voice was shaking. My nervousness was increasing, especially as his silence greeted me. Still holding the edges of my dress, I felt the state of my palms. They were clammy already. Taking in a deep breath, I stood up from the sack, standing stiff like a rod, releasing the edge of my gown from my shaking hands.
His next statement caused me to stand stiffer if that was possible. Shivers ran down my spine.
"Come here." He stated flatly.
I let my nervousness show then, wanting my seizures to save me from this impending doom, not caring about Nick's theory any longer. I was sure that if my ailment starts up now, I would be free from his clutches.
'But for how long?' My mind taunted me.
'How long do you think it would hold him back? Everyday? Do you want to live your whole life in fear of him?'
I shook my head, ruminating on these thoughts, unaware that Francis had seen and taken it as outright disrespect.
His next statement brought my consciousness to that fact.
"You say no? How dare you say no to your taskmaster?" He asked, his voice tempo rising. I shuddered, letting my eyes meet his. He was furious. He had thought that I had disregarded him.
Well, that was his own business. He wasn't my taskmaster or was he?
"Keeping mute. I see. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson." I heard him say, and balked.
Seeing him approach me angrily, I hurriedly tried to move back, but my heels came in contact with the grain sacks, and I bit my lips, blinking back tears. I was in a corner.
He wouldn't touch me, would he?
Didn't Leonard mention that the Alpha won't tolerate his slave being touched by another?
So, what was Francis trying to do?
Perhaps, I should remind him. I thought, aware that my teeth were already clattering as the huge man came to stand before me.
I gasped reflexively, as he lifted his hand and ran his fingers slowly on my face, ending his tour on my shaky lips.
"So beautiful." He muttered.
"I will have you for myself first before the Alpha comes." He stated, and my heart failed.
For some reason, the seizures didn't start. I didn't know if I should be grateful or not.
"But Leonard..." I was saying, wanting to remind him of the consequences of his actions, but he shook his head, smiling evilly.
"I don't care. When I'm done with you. I can make up a story, or worse, baptize you with myrrh scent. All is well." He said with a smirk, letting his index finger move annoyingly slowly from my lips to my neck and left shoulder, then more slowly till it got to my chest, to the V of my dress.
I was visibly shaking at this moment.
And then I remembered that I was on my period.
Happily, but careful not to let it show on my face, I relayed the piece of information to him, thinking that it would save me from his hands. Oh, how wrong I was! If anything it made him more annoyed and incited to do his evil act.
"You can't do this." I had said.
"I'm on my period."
For a second, he had stopped moving his finger, but then he cackled evilly, and I shuddered. He thought I was trying to stop the inevitable with lies.
"I am not ly…" I was saying, but he drew me to his hard body, such that I could feel his hardness poking at my waist region. That only added more fear to me.
Before I could continue to state my case, he pushed me roughly to the ground, quickly squatting above me, such that I was between his legs.
"I will know when I get down there." He snorted, grabbing my left breast.
I bit my lips, as the tears ran down then.
I was going to be raped.
My first time was going to be through rape.
It didn't sit well with me.
"Please... don't do this…" I cried out intermittently, writhing, shooting out my legs, louder when I felt his hand poke around my dress. He was searching for a zipper or something.
"Shut up!" He roared instead, incited the more, as he tore my slave garment from my body in less than a second, leaving my body bare, except for my bra and panties.
"Oh my…" He muttered devilishly with lust filled eyes, as he roughly grabbed the right cup of my bra, manhandling it as if to get a pre-feel of how the main softness will feel like.
I had given up already, tired of writhing on the floor, tired of trying to wiggle out of his hold, and tired of pleading. What was the use? My legs were already held hostage in the confines of his own limbs, my throat was now sore, and all my plea fell on deaf ears.
When I felt his hand on my panties, I held my weak breath, hoping that the pad down there would stop his evil action.
But no.
"Nothing? You are ending or still starting then. That's good. It won't stop me from tasting you today." He mentioned, laughing wickedly as he removed the pad from my panties, and kept it aside on the floor. His middle finger replaced the void down there.
I shrieked when I felt his finger down there, poking and stroking.
"You like it right? I know you do. You girls always do." He stated.
But I kept mute.
I felt disgusted, then aloof.
I shut my eyes tightly, already welcoming my cursed fate, when suddenly the door burst ajar.
Who could that be? A savior or another foe?
I opened up my eyes, already glazy with tears, and peered at the visitor.
He was a man. A beautiful man. A beautiful, angry man. I couldn't tell distinctively his facial features because of my tear clothed eyes, but even as I laid as dead underneath my assailant, I could feel his rage rolling over him like waves.
"Who dares to interrupt my pleasure time? Francis asked, about to turn his head way back to see who had been standing by the door, when suddenly, in a twinkle of an eye, his head went off flying from his neck, to the ground idly.
And so, I screamed; especially as I felt his blood splatter all over my chest and face.
But in my screaming and shocked state, I was still able to hear the first words of the man since he had stepped into the room.
"How dare you to touch my mate?" He roared.
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