7. In Control

I watched Andrea eating her dinner. Taking small bites of chicken. I had moved her to the table and tied her feet to the chair. I let her hands be free so she could feed herself.

"Does it taste good?" I asked looking across the table at her.

"Yes, I like the barbecue sauce in the chicken," Andrea said sweetly. She was learning to be nice to me, I thought. Andrea had realize she was mine.

"Good. I'll get you some more to drink," I said getting up from the table. I filled up two glasses with some of my favorite whiskey. And return to the table.

"You out of soda?"

"Have a drink Andrea. The whiskey will help relax you," I said taking a drink.

"No, thank you," she said putting the glass down.

"It is not a request Andrea. Drink it or else," I said putting the glass up to her lips.

"I said I don't want any," she sneered.

"Drink," I said holding my gun up to her head with my another hand.

God this girl was stubborn. I was going to have to break her. She never listened to me.

"Fine," she replied taking a sip.

"You are going to finish the whole thing," I warned her moving the gun away from her head.

Andrea nodded, and continued eating her dinner. Then she took another drink of whiskey. Getting Andrea intoxicated had worked for me in the past. She was always more relaxed after a few drinks.

Maybe, I could seduce her tonight after a few glasses of whiskey were in her system. Not that I minded raping her. That got me off. Although I could do without all of her weeping.

The first time I expected her sobbing, but now it was time to move on. She needed to accept the way things were. I had warned her. I told her if she went back to the prison not to come back. But she did.

Only goes to prove she was meant to be mine. I believed everything happens for a reason. Had she not come back ,maybe I would doubt she was the one. But here she was. My Andrea. Had every chance to leave, but could not stay away. She was asking for it.

"I am done," Andrea said pushing away the empty plate.

"You need some more whiskey," I said refilling her glass and mine.

"No, thank you," she said politely.

"It was not a question this time either. You are mine. I control everything you do now. What you drink and what you eat. What you wear. Who you fuck. Everything. If you don't like that I'll kill you. Understand?"

"I understand," Andrea said taking the glass of whiskey to her lips. I continued making her drink glass after glass. Until I was satisfied that she had enough.

Her blood is full of alcohol, and she is completely relaxed. I take another drink, and move over to untie Andrea from the chair.

I then undress her, and place her on the bed. I look at her clothes laying on the floor, and start to remove mine. First my belt, then my black plants, leather vest, and gray bottom down shirt.

"You are mine," I whisper into Andrea's ear. She is too drunk to reply, and lays vulnerable on the bed.

She looks so beautiful, with her blonde curls and flawless skin.

I get on the bed with her.

I kiss every inch of her body.

My tongue finds her pussy.

I lick it over and over slowly.

She taste so fucking sweet.

I finish when Andrea was completely wet down there, and moved back up to her soft lips.

I press my lips on her. This time Andrea returns my kiss this time. Her tongue massaging against mine. I place my erection inside of her. I begin thrusting myself instead her over and over. She is peaceful thanks to the whiskey. Her face is buried in my neck, holding me tighter.

"Oh," she moans.

I pump harder and faster, listening to her moaning and heavy breathing below me. I can feel myself releasing into her again. I press my lips against her again, and move gently as it comes.

My heart is now pounding, and I stay inside her for a moment longer.

In this moment everything feels like it should be.

The way it was when she loved me. Before everything changed

Before she turned against me.

I knew Andrea would somber up soon. I get up and dress her for bed. In a long tee shirt with clothe panties, she looks comfortable I decided.

Next I re-tie up on her hands and feet. I tuck her into the bed carefully, and decide to take a shower.

I liked having Andrea as hostage and sex slave. Still I would have to figure out what do with Shane.

Andrea could not know Shane was here. I have to kill him and anyone who stood in my way of keeping her. She was mine. The one thing I was proud of now.

Michonne would have to be taken care of too. Not only because of what she did to Penny. But I knew she would try to help Andrea escape . Michonne had a weird obsession with Andrea. Well, Andrea is mine. I would not lose her to Michonne or Shane. I would kill them both. I kill Milton too, if I tries to help her escape.

Anyone would tried to take what was mine would die. I was showing no mercy anymore, I decided. I lost my wife and Penny. But not Andrea.