I have not forgotten about this story, my intentions were to continue writing it or at least give you a few more chapters to see how this story goes before deciding whether or not to continue because not all stories will be a hit. But unfortunately like any writer experiences writer blockage and that's what I have been going through. Some stories are easier to write while some are not. But after this funk has passed, I was able to finish what I had started months ago and was also able to get the next chapter finished as well.

So if you like this story, please make sure that you give a shout out so that I know. Even just one will help with the continuation.

Just a little more insight of her life with this evil man. Now comes the fun part, you can decide her fate and you can leave your answer in a comment or by PMing me. Would you prefer her to return home or would you prefer her to 'bump' into one of the dwarves?

And I figured if they can name a pony Mindy, I can name my girl Izabel. lol Eaoden's name doesn't belong to me either. I got it off from a video game.

Be warned for aggressive behavior.

Reviews are great and wonderful; flames aren't tolerated.

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Chapter Two: Please, Don't Hurt Me

The nudge to her rib cage was painful ripping her from her sleep. She moaned swatting at the foot.

"Get up." His voice was harsh, digging the toe of his boot deeper into her rib cage.

Her blood ran cold as her eyes popped opened. The fear was quick to flow through her body, raising her head up off the floor and looked up. She shivered frantically feeling his dark eyes upon her. There was no love to see, no joy he was pleased to see her. Her presence was a disgrace; dangerous and lustful eyes stares back at her. It made her skin crawl, sending an unwanted chill through her.

He had control over her. She knew it, she knew he enjoyed it having her shaken to the core with fear. And he loved every moment of every second.

"I said get up." He ordered, his patience was thin. She was not fast enough to his liking. Bending over he grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her to her feet. She whimpered and let out a gurgling cry as her back was pressed up against the wall. His breath was warm on her face; she could smell the stale smoke of his pipe and the ale from the night before still heavily on his breath. Her stomach rumbled in protest. He pinned her with his body, crushing her small frame with his. He grumbled something unpleasant though she did not catch what it was. His grip around her arm was death like pressure was building, he squeezed with such force that his fingertips left the start of bruises.

"Please Eaoden..." She choked on her words. "Please don't hurt me..."

His temper was short and it did not take much to set him off. Sometimes the slightest glance made him angry and he would go off in rants that left her confused and sometimes laying on the floor.

Eaoden snickered, resting his forearm beside her head, his fingers tangled into her dark hair and gave the strands he grabbed a hard tug. "My dear Izabel, today is not the day to be thinking of yourself." He said, shifting his weight pushing his knee between her legs, the fabric of her dress tore exposing the delicate skin of her thigh. His caresses were disguising, fingers gliding over her areas he could not get enough of. She shook, dirty of slim and grime trails of torture. Her skin wanted to fall off and slither away, burn in the fires. He made her feel sick. He took a deep breath of her scent and slowly let it out.

Izabel felt her stomach tightened into knots as his breath passed her nose making it crinkle with disgust. She held her own until the unwanted stench faded. She hesitated with her words, afraid that if she said something not to his liking the beatings would start again, crippling her. She swallowed hard. "What is it that you like from me this morning?" She asked, her own curiosity whaling at her on his presence. He never came to her unless he wanted something. It was not the claim he took from her every night before he passed out from the consumption of ale. He never asked for permission nor did he order her to strip. He took with force, mostly least expecting it. He would stumble in her imprisonment and take, usually unsatisfied from the early hours.

But this morning he was up to something. She could see it peaking with the smug look he gave her with each caress, he pressed himself harder into her, the over whelming arousal was very much a live.

Eaoden groaned, the veins in his neck pulsed, his blood boiled to the opacity of tormenting need. He lost sight to why he came to her in the first place rubbing himself up against her touching the satiny skin through the tares of her dress. She was soft and smooth, curves in the right places. She was fully developed crushing her breasts against his chest. Izabel was unlike others. She was pure and innocent, she had flowing dark hair, emerald green eyes and the sweetest set of lips he had ever kissed. She drove him mad and hard just by looking at her. She tasted delicious and filled him.

Izabel was the best investment he ever put money on.

Izabel gasped softly, his panting fluttered heavily, his eyes were full of hunger and her stomach dropped. That look...scared her because it was the same look he gave her the very first time she was with him and it never ended well. He tore at her clothing, ripping the seams and pushed away the fabric that stood in his way. The pain was unbearable leaving her shaking and crying out for him to stop. He laughed and that seemed to fuel his fire as his thrusts came quicker and harder. He moaned, convulsing as his climax rippled through his body and he collapsed down on her.

She'll never forget that night for as long as she drew breath and she was with him.

"Eaoden please..." She said softly, flinching and closed her eyes as he cupped one of her breasts into the palm of his hand and squeezed. The tears filled the corners of her eyes, thundering pounds of her heart in her chest. "Please Eaoden..." She pleaded trying to shift herself away from him. "We can't...not now..."

Eaoden stopped, his lips grazed across her temple slobbering into her hair. Anger flared in his nostrils, huffing as he glared dangerously from the depths of his dark eyes. His brows narrowed, beads of sweat lined the creases of his brows and forehead.

There was a moment of silence that filled the room and Izabel felt panic rise. She saw the look he gave her and she wanted to take back what she said. She wanted to crawl under the floor boards and never come out. She knew what was to come whenever she tries to deny him.

His fist came down slamming into the wall just beside her head. He growled, a low rumble vibrated in his chest. "Why would you deny me?" He ordered for answers. "You know I don't like to be told what I can and can not have..."

She swallowed hard. "I know and I would not deny you if I did not have a good reason." She told him pressing her body harder into the wall. "Please Eaoden, forgive me when I have no choice this time."

His fingers snaked around her throat lazily caressing the vein that pulsed in her neck. "You best not be lying woman or your consequences will be fierce."

"I would never lie to you, you've got to believe me. I have no control with what happens with my body." It was the only excuse she could use that she knew that kept him from taking. She was too tired and sore, nights of endless haunting images of Eaoden and his wild need and force. His smile and laughter burning in her ears and the enjoyment he got out of it. Even if she wanted to tell him that she couldn't take another pounding and she needed just a single day to rest he would never give it to her.

"Please Eaoden..." She forced her eyes shut and waited helplessly for what was to come. She tried to slow her breathing down to small paces. Maybe if she thought of something else, wished her mind to some place else the beating wouldn't be so bad. It's all she could do.

But for once in their relationship he finally took her words to heart and backed off. His grip around her neck was loosened and the relief was put into place when he separated himself from her.

Izabel slowly cracked her eyes open and looked at him. He was frustrated from the way his face expression held. He stood still and his body was stiff, his hands were balled into tight fits, the areas around his knuckles were beginning to turn white. She could feel him burying his eyes into hers searching for the lies.

But he found none.

"Clean yourself up." He ordered, doing a quick look over. "Make yourself presentable. We have company coming later and I want you to look your best."

Izabel looked at her self. The dress she was wearing was anything but suitable. It was torn and way too big. She didn't have much to wear, it was the best one she owned but no where near presentable to the guests that would come to their home.

Before he had the chance to leave her to clean up, she stopped him.

She swallowed hard.

"Eaoden...May I go into town and buy a new dress?"

He turned his head towards her, glaring at her out of the corners of his eyes. He opened his open to speak, warn her that she was pressing her luck when she knew better.

But Izabel spoke up first. "I wish to buy a new dress." She took a step towards him. "I like my dresses now but I want something different...maybe something in green. You did tell me once you liked green."

The corners of his mouth twitched and he smiled. Green was the color of the dress she was wearing the day he first laid eyes on her. She was beautiful beyond any comparison to any woman he looked upon. Her hair was down and set in curls, her eyes were bright and full of light as she blushed when he approached her.

She softened her eyes, it was the only way she could be free for just a short while. "Please Eaoden, may I go?" It was hard to stomach her attempts to be flirtatious towards him. If she had the will to do it, the inner strength she would clobber him over the head and run away.

She took another step. "I wish to be beautiful for you and our guests."

His arms snake around her waist and he pulled her hard against his needy body. She shivered but accepted it. "This better not be a foolish trick of yours." He said into her ear before nipping at her ear lobe. His hold on her tightened, crushing her and she gasped softly.

"This is no trick, my love." She told him wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling through his greasy hair. "All I want is to look pretty for you."

Eaoden grunted taking in her touch. He shifted almost losing control of claiming his prize. Much to his distress and the time of her woman change he could not.

Izabel smiled, pleased with her failed attempt to flirt with him was working. She never gone this far before only cringing at the thought alone to touch him made her insides burn and her stomach take an unwanted twist. But didn't she deserve to get away for a short time? Could she not have a split second of peace and feel the sun on her skin? All she wanted was to feel safe before she has to go back and entertain these guests of his.

He cursed under his breath. "Two hours Izzy, that's all you will get." He told her taking a step back from her. He reached into his back pocket of his pants and pulled out a gold coin. "Do not be late. I would hate to mess that pretty face of yours up."

She nodded accepting the coin. "Two hours." She repeated.

"And I expect that you don't talk to anyone either. I will know if you do. Do I make myself clear? Visit only the dress maker no one else." His stare was like daggers, it was a warning that she could feel if she disobeyed him.

"I understand."

Eaoden said nothing more as he left her room so she could make herself proper. Izabel felt relieved once he was gone and it took much of her strength from allowing her knees to buckle as she moved. Time was wasting.