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A/N: Okay so I've only got 6 reviews but I got tons of story alerts so please after you read could you please review! Let me know if you liked it or give me some advice =] This next chapter is a little bit graphic, its where the whole "mature" rating comes in. I warned ya!~
What was I doing in here? I was most definitely out of place being in a master's bathroom. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but want to clean myself up. It had been ages since I had felt the slightest bit decent. I crept around the corner and stood in awe. Everything was marble. I shuffled over to the mirror and was horrified by what I saw. I had mud caked in my hair and on my face. I had bruises all up and down my arms. I touched my hair and felt grainy strands tickling the calluses on my hands. An raw feeling of embarrassment ripped through me, as I silently fell to the ground shaking with sobs. What happened to me? Then I heard a knock on the door.
"Hello? Who's in there? I demand you open the door." A shrill voice demanded. I instantly recognized the voice. It was beautiful blonde from this afternoon. I was frozen. How should I react? I quickly scrambled to unlock the door. Why in heavens name had I locked the door in a master's home?
"You!" she screeched, "What makes you think you are allowed to be in here! You insolent little girl, do you have no respect?" She spat the last word at me. "Now I'm going to have to have the other slaves re-clean the entire bathroom!" It was frightening. She looked truly venomous and I had no intention of disobeying.
"Miss Alice insisted that I…" I mumbled. But her icy hand swung back and smacked me in the face, at a much more extraordinary force than Sandra's palm had before. The force of the strike sent me reeling across the room into the marble. The pain hit me so hard tears automatically sprung in my eyes before I could stop them.
"Oh you'll be sorrier. Save those tears for later." She hissed, as she dragged me down the hallway in to the darkness. I could not see where she was taking me and I stumbled into a large statue, also made of granite. The pain was excruciating. She let out a snarl and pulled me faster down flights of stairs. We soon reached an area resembling a basement, but with cells. This estate was truly like a castle. A middle-aged man holding a liquor bottle sat in the corner, watching us with a loopy smirk.
" Guard! Do what you want with her, but I want at least 20 lashes! She will not join the other slaves in the corridors tonight. Release her tomorrow afternoon." On that note, she thrust me at the drunkard and stalked up the stairs at a graceful, but speedy pace. I turned around nervously to face the man, I was damp and shaking from head to toe. It was freezing, and I felt goose bumps rising.
"Hey there…" He grinned, winking his misty, dilated eye at me.
"Hello…" I squeaked, as I unconsciously started backing in the corner.
" C'mere beautiful, I won't bite." He laughed, then began choking, but then cleared quickly his throat and smiled.
"Please… none of this was my fault, you have to believe me. I was only listening to…."I trailed off, bothered that he had been inching his way closer to me.
"You seem cold, want me to warm ya up?" he asked huskily.
"No. Stay away from me!" I panicked and started running up the stairs, only to find them locked. I frantically looked behind me; I knew he was following me, but at a much slower pace. I banged on the door.
"Help! Please! Help me! I'm down here!" I shouted frantically, I had a feeling he was going to do more than whip me. I had been handled very inappropriately before, but never had I lost my virginity, the one thing I had left. I heard a thud, and I turned around to see the man right behind me.
"No-" I screamed, my voice muffled by his hand. I bit his hand and he grabbed my mouth harder. I could barely breath as he threw me down the staircase. My elbows made a cracking sound as they hit the clammy stonewall. I scrambled around trying to hide.
"Get back here, you're making it harder for yerself!" He groaned. He chased after me and pinned me up against the wall, then threw me in a cell. Oh God. Please, help me.
"Finally" he panted. He took a long impious look at me before he came closer.
"No one's coming to help you, and plus I have master's orders." He grabbed a whip off of the hook and chained my hands to the cuffs on the wall. He ripped off my ragged frock and swung his arm back.
'Crack' the whip lashed as I let out a blood- curdling scream. Why me?! He swung back and hit with a harder force, not letting me recover or catch my breath. I couldn't help it, I screamed again. This went on for what seemed like forever, until he stopped suddenly.
"You're done for now, let's get to the fun stuff." He groaned, as he hung the whip back up and unchained me. I fell to the ground, bruised, beaten and bleeding. The cool slate felt good on my raw back.
"I'll be back sweetheart." He winked and locked the door behind him. Grimacing in pain I quickly tried to find my clothing. I could not bear to be naked in front of this wretched man. But he did not return for hours, and I slowly found myself drifting to sleep on the cold ground. I awoke to the creak of the cell door and saw the dark shadow of the 'guard' from before. I could smell the stale alcohol; he must be more intoxicated than before. My flight instinct washed through me strongly and I tried to get up- but my back ached in pain and I laid helplessly on the ground.
"I toold yer I be back soooon" he slurred as he walked over towards me.
"c'mere precious" He smirked as he grabbed me by my arms and dragged me into the main cellar area.
"Less gross here" He commented. I cringed mentally as I tried to compact myself into an impenetrable ball.
" Why ya put yet clothes on, we gotta take 'em up again!" he chuckled as he ripped my dress off of my swollen body. He tore the thin material into small pieces, so that I could not put it on again. He slowly made his way on top of me and his weight put unbearable pressure on my back. I let out a gasp in pain.
"Ooh you like that do you? Don't fuss it'll get better" He slurred again. He shifted himself lower on me and began feeling around with his hands. He started kissing my salty, tear drenched lips and then moved his way down to my chest. Just then, out of my peripheral vision I saw a tall, dark figure standing in the doorway, and I could have sworn I heard a growl.