Chapter One

I try to open my eyes… It hurts. I let a slight moan from my lips and make a courageous attempt to open them. The light almost blinds me. I feel someone leaning over me as I try to fight off the pain. It takes a few seconds for my sight to adjust. I see a dark shape above me, staring at me. I see a man, with black bright eyes and beautiful black hair, looking at me.

Damn Birdie, thought you'd never wake up. – He says, as he caresses my cheeks. It took a lot longer this time.

I look up at him, suddenly scared to realize that I don't know who he is, or even who I am. I try to get away from him, but the pain hit me and made me fall on my back again. Who are you? Where am I?

He stares at me. Evaluating my every word. I am Vico. You don't remember? – His eyes saddened as he spoke. Was I supposed to remember who he was? I think it was too soon. My mistake. Maybe I shouldn't have brought you back so soon. – His eyes darkened.

Who am I? – The words escaped my lips. I was afraid of him. His eyes were so attentive that I could almost feel them touching me.

Your name is Juh. Juh Sun. – Juh Sun. – I repeated. And who are you to me?

He grabbed my arm, not hurting me, but decided not to let go – You are my Birdie. My little girl. – I felt his touch lightened and he was now fondling my belly. – Are you sure you don't remember?

No, I don't. – I couldn't feel anything but indifference, since he was nothing but a complete stranger to me. I felt my stomach growl. It felt like I have never eaten anything. I was so hungry.

You are hungry. It's only natural. Come, follow me. – I got up, slowly, trying to alleviate the pain as it hitted me. I followed him to the next room, where there was a table filled with all kinds of food. Fruit, meat, fish, cereals… Eat anything you want. As much as you want. Just make sure you don't get fat. – He grinned.

And so I did. I ate like my life depended on it. Oh, slow down. – He said. We have all the time in the world.

What do you want from me? –I asked. I want all of you. I want everything to be just as it was before… – his voice faded. His eyes showed a tiny wet tear trying to escape his eyelids.

Before what? – She asked, curious about what could have happened to cause such sadness in such a tough man.

Damn! Stop asking so many questions, Birdie! Just eat your food! I am going to prepare you a nice bath. You sure could use one. –He hissed, then he smile as taunting her. Then he left to the next room.

She just sat there, eating, just like he demanded. She was too sore to engage in a fight she didn't know if she could win, since she knew nothing about him.

Your bath is ready. Come. – He ordered. She got up her chair and went to the bathroom that was just right of the bedroom. She stood right in the middle of the room, not knowing how to react at the sight. The room was filled with candles. Incense burned at the top of a shelf. The hot tub was filled with hot water and rose petals. He tried his best to make it the most romantic ambience she'd ever seen – since she had never seen one.

What…? – The word escaped her lips. She was stunned. He was a stranger. He was beautiful. Yet, she was a maiden. What was he planning? What's all this? – She asked him, looking at him innocently, since she couldn't read his mind.

This is all for you. My own way of helping you remember. Relax, I won't hurt you. – He said, while caressing her back, brushing his lips in her cheek.

She nodded, trying her best to obey the sweet stranger, while a shiver went through her whole body. She winced when his hand grabbed her hair fully, carefully, softly. He brushed his lips on hers, making her legs tremble. She was shaking all over, her heart pounded in her chest, feeling the magic of his gentle touch. I don't understand. – She asked, while taking a deep breath, trying to take control of her body again. You are mine, Birdie. You always were and will always be. You just need to remember. – He whispered, as he crushed his lips into hers, taking her fully into his arms, like their bodies were one. She couldn't control herself anymore. She gave in to the primary instincts of her nature, as she kissed his passionately, grabbing his neck so he couldn't slip though her fingers. She wanted him, she felt like she belonged there, I belong to him. I'm his. She thought.

His hands started to wonder around her soft body, caressing all of her. Her arms, her back, her belly, finally stopping in her breasts. He touched them ever so gently, she felt like she was falling. She had let a soft moan fled through her lips, letting him know she was loving every second. But her body now started demanding for more, for his touch, for all of him.

Please, stop. I can't… I am a… – She whispered, trying to let him know her condition, her soft and pure condition. I know you are. I know every inch of you. I will make it up to you. I will make sure that it's perfect. The way you always deserved and never had. This time, I will make it all up to you. – Once again, she didn't understand. But she gave in. She let herself go.

He grabbed her body in both his arms and carried her to the bath tub, sunken her in until all of her, except her head was immerged in the hot and soft water. He picked up the sponge that was on the edge of the tub and started washing her, softly and very slowly. She was in heaven. Her stiffed body was starting to wave away the pain and the soreness was fading. He passed the sponge through her breasts, through her belly, finally stopping in her groin. She winced. He dropped the sponge, and started teasing her there with his finger. Their lingered through her slit, making her wet and eager. He started taking his clothes off and soon he was with her in the hot tub. The water dripped, as his body made the water level raise enough to make it spill over the edge. Then, he saw the desire in her eyes – not yet the same, but close enough so he would knew she was in there, screaming to get out.

Do you know how much time I had to wait to have you again? Can you imagine the pain of seeing you every night in my dreams? Even now, it still hurts. I need to have you. Soon. – He whispered while kissing her belly. He concentrated so much in her belly. He grabbed a couple of rose petals and brushed them through her slit. She let out a soft , she heard herself talking, her whole body urging to be one with his – Please, take me. I'm yours if you'd have me. – He smiled, and then got up. Grabbed her whole weight with both hands and she sees desire in his eyes, lust, pure and sweet lust.

He took her down in the bed. His weight pinning her down. She felt his fear. He feared she would yet regret her words. He needed her. Badly. He kissed her furiously, almost forgetting that it was her first time. So he got a grip of himself and stopped. Looked right into her eyes. I love you. Twice as more as I love myself. – And kept kissing her, ever so softly.

Please, take me. – She said, brushing her groin against his rock hard member. He brushed it though her slit, making sure she was wet enough. Then he started pushing, while kissing her, a soft cry of pain escaping her lips, his eyes met hers. He stopped halfway, kissing her again, letting her catch her breath again. Another small push. Another soft cry. Another push. And it was all in. He was all inside of her. That moment, she remembered.

Images going through her mind. The cold stone floor. The invasion she felt inside her. Her pleas. Her pain. His face. It all came back. Stop. Please. No more. – And then she broke down and started crying.

What's wrong, sweetie? –He looked down at her with worried eyes. You've… I've… I remember… What you've done to me. How could I be a maiden, when you've…? – The tears rushed down her face. Sweetie, please forgive me for that. I've begged for your forgiveness a hundred times before, and will beg for it a hundred more. You're a maiden, because that it's not your life. Not anymore, anyway. I gave you a fresh start. Stay with me, I beg you.– A run away tear runned down his sad face, as he plead.

That's not… Me? Who is she? She's… broken… So much pain… – she said, as she felt the pain of that woman, laid down on the stone cold floor, naked.

No, sweetie, that's not you. All things are new to you. And I will make it up to you. Please, let me make it up to you. – He whispered, and once again, he pushed his hard member into her, reminding her that he was still inside. A soft moan escaped her lips. She knew something was out of place. Yet, she didn't care. I am his. All his. She though, as she gave herself to him. It still hurted a little every now and then, but every time he felt her wince, he touched her breasts or her clit, so she would relax. Until she couldn't hold it back any longer. It was too good to keep it away. She felt a huge explosion inside her as she came. But he didn't stop. Kept going, deeper, faster as she got wetter. Her body begged for more. Please… I am yours. Take all of me. – She whispered, barely out of breath. He was trying his best to please her without hurting her. Then she felt once more her body giving into the sweet pleasures he was providing her with. She wouldn't hold it back. She wanted to be his. And she exploded once more. Then felt his hard member bulging inside of her, his breath getting shallower, as he let out a groan and came deep inside her.

The world outside stopped. Time itself stopped. This moment was perfect. I wish I could freeze the picture she thought, as he laid upon her. They didn't move. The way they were, was the way they fell asleep, for a whole night.