I could give her everything she needed without having too, and it frustrated Alina to no end. She had screamed coward at the top of her lungs, but she knew what I was doing was smart and not cowardly. She just didn’t want to admit it yet. Now, she slept peacefully. Her wild hair splayed out on the pillows, and her breathing had settled into something even and deep. She was soundly asleep, getting the rest that she’d no doubt need in the days to come. It would only get more mentally exhausting for her before she accepted her new life.
“But soon…” I reminded myself. She’d be mine, and she’d want to be. I had plans for her. I had gone through her things and picked out a few items which I thought would be best for her. I went to the panel to slip through a dress, expecting for her to put it on when she got up. I knew she wouldn’t disappoint me. She had taken a shower, but I had seen the look of disgust at putting on the same outfit as before, again and again.
Alina: Continuous Compromises
I was about on the verge of a breakdown. I didn’t know what to do, but I felt that there was nothing I could do. It wasn’t uncertainty that was breaking me. It was hopelessness. I looked at the door more times than I could count. I tried to find where the cameras were being kept, and yet I could find nothing. This room was made almost perfectly, and there was no way that I could just kill myself, though I’d not yet completely fallen off the cliff of sanity enough to want to do harm to myself. Still, I lay hopeless.
I loathed to admit it to myself, but there was a part of me that wanted to see what was going to happen next. Knowing that if he wanted to snuff my life out, he’d have done it by now, the fire of desire I felt in his eyes me had laid upon me, prodded my darkest desires of wanting to know what he’d do to me. I wanted to see him again. I told myself time and time again that it was just so that I’d have the chance to escape, but I couldn’t think about escaping in detail, no matter how hard I tried. What do you have to go back to? A little voice in my head would remind me, and that little voice seemed to be growing by the day.
That’s when the door opened, and I looked up, seeing him there. He had those dark eyes that seemed to sparkle, with a small smile curving his lips. He was handsome, and yet I wanted to hate him. I had put on the dress that I had found earlier. It was more of a slip, but I appreciated having something to change into, which I had done as soon as I had finished cleaning up. I looked at him. He had a bag, and my heart started to pound a little more.
“What are you doing?” I asked, but Andrew just smiled at me.
“Call me Daddy, or Master” He told me, and I blanched. There was no way that I was going to call him Daddy, and I sure as hell was not about to call him Master, I thought defiantly. It seemed all too odd.
“You don’t want to call me, Master. So why not Daddy?” He said, and I gave him a look like he was crazy. He just chuckled, sitting down and staring at me. The door had clicked behind him, and so I knew that even if I could get past him, there was no chance of running out.
“You look beautiful in that dress.” He said, and I pursed my lips, trying not to say anything at all to him.
“You’re not going to talk to me, hmm?” He said, and I said nothing. He got up to leave, and I tensed. No matter how much he was getting under my skin, I didn’t want to be alone again.
“Don’t.” I yelped, and the word slipped out before I could stop it. I hated the sound of desperation dripping from my voice.
“Then do it. Daddy or Master. It’s your choice.” He said, tapping his foot, but he wouldn’t move from the door. I glared at him, but Andrew just shook his head before moving closer again.
“Daddy…” It came out before I could stop it, but I didn’t want to this time. I still hated the sound of my own voice, but I wanted him to stay. I couldn’t be alone again. I felt like I was going to go insane.
“Good girl.” Andrew cooed at me before taking a seat again. “I knew you’d want me to stay. I’ve missed you too, but it seems like you were just ready for me again.” He said, but I said nothing. I didn’t want to dignify it with a response.
“Would you like shoes?” He said, and my heart leapt. I hated walking barefoot. If I was barefoot, there’d be no chance of me escaping.
“Yes.” I said. “Please.” I added. I gritted my teeth, but there was nothing I could do to stop him from smiling as he took out flats. I hated that they weren’t tennis shoes, but I knew it was better than no shoes at all. He put them on the table for me, but I didn’t move to go get them, yet. He didn’t push me to do so either.
“I’m glad your manners haven’t wasted away.” He said. “You really are beautiful, Alina. I will have to get you your heels back soon.” He told me, but heels were the last thing on my mind.
“Would you like something from your house?” He said, and my eyes widened. The idea that he had been in my house was too much. It was simply just that. Too. Much. And it sent a shiver through me. I nodded, despite myself.
“Please.” I added when he said nothing.
“Please, Daddy.” I cried out in desperation, and that’s when he took out a teddy bear.
It was worn, and it had one eye missing. There was no doubt that it was my teddy bear. It had been with me from foster home to foster home, and despite me being eighteen now, I had never managed to throw it away. My heart broke seeing it here with me. It had gone through one hell and then another as I jumped from home to home, and seeing it now, while I went through his hell, undid me. I started to cry. I wailed. He walked over and gave it to me, and I took my teddy bear, holding it close to me.
I knew I was blubbering with tears running down my cheeks. I knew that when I cried I looked like a broken down mess, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was that stuffed animal that was undoing me as I held it to my heaving chest. He put his arms around me, pulling me back to his chest as I cried, and it seemed to only make me cry harder. No matter what I did, it wasn’t pretty. I couldn’t seem to stop the tears from coming, and I could only feel my chest aching and my eyes burning.
“Shhh. It’ll be okay. I have you.” He said, and the absurdity hit me.
He was causing me so much grief, and yet I was leaning back against him despite myself. I couldn’t help but to take some comfort in the way he cradled
me and I cradled my teddy close to me in turn. Soon, the tears were a little less, and my sobbing started to subside. He kissed my cheek, whisking the tears away like I had hoped so many men would do throughout the tough times in my life. I thought about all of the times that I had cried with my teddy close to me, and how during all of those times no one had ever done what this man was doing for me. They had never held me while I had cried, and no one had ever told me it would be okay. Despite the absurdity, I felt that with someone there, holding me securely, that somehow I’d make it through in a way I’d never had faith in before.
“Shhh, baby. I have you.” He said again, and his hand wrapped around me a little tighter.
I couldn’t bring myself to struggle even as he started to trail his hand down further. The tears were starting to slow, and he had me pressed up against his chest as I sat between his legs. I don’t remember getting in the position, but the dress hiked up me around my hips, and he spread my legs. I didn’t fight as he started to rub my clit, but instead I closed my eyes.
I let the sensation that he was causing seem to wash away the pain that I was feeling as his fingers worked my sensitive nub into a frenzy. I arched against him, and a soft cross between a moan and a hiccup came out of my mouth. He didn’t laugh at me, he just kissed my neck. I let that feeling push everything else away so that I could worry about it another time, and I held my teddy bear closer as he started to slip his fingers down my now wet slit. His fingers spread my lips, pushing a finger into my pussy as I moaned. He crooked his finger, making me buck against him before he slid another finger in.
“I told you it’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you now.” He said, and I didn’t let those words sink in.