SNEAK PEAK FOR PART TWO!

"I wish you would talk to me beauty." He said softly as he bore holes in the back of my head with his strong gaze. "I would like just once to hear your voice, to hear the sweet sound of anything roll off that tongue and pink lips. Please talk to me."

I turned back to him, he sat on his bed that was covered in brown and white furs – all soft and warm. I looked him up and down; he was shirtless with all his tattoos on display and slightly drunk on wine, his hair was out of its normal braid and looked wild, his pants were hanging loose and his shoes and weapons were thrown aside. I wonder every time I look at him if his tattoos hurt.

I didn't reply though, I didn't know what to say. I had not said a word since these Heathens attacked the Scottish vessel and took me with them by force - and I saw no reason to start now, no matter how much he or anyone else begged me, I would not speak. I kept my face blank of all emotion as I stared at him for a minute before turning back to the fire.

I got good at that, hiding my emotions that is, I kind of had too. If I didn't I would be beaten and mistreated constantly in more ways than I could count or wanted to admit. I found that by being void of all emotions I was at an advantage because people just kind of left me alone. I hadn't spoken, but some had a feeling I could talk and understand them, but as no one could prove it I was left alone.

My nights had been like this for a little while now, it was always the same thing; I would be called to his chamber, the fire would already be lit and I would sit in front of it on a few plush furs as I warmed my hands and toes. We would share wine and eat small amounts of food. He would talk, tell stories of his past and what occurred during his day. He would always ask me questions, and beg me to say something.

I never did though, I couldn't and I wouldn't anyway. I actually do not think I knew how to talk anymore for it really had been a long time.

Even though my silence sometimes clearly angered him – he had admitted this many times – he was never cruel to me. He was never harsh or unfair. It was like we had this silent understanding and I was appreciative of him for his kindness every night. He was a cruel and horrible man, I have seen him many times do unthinkable, unjust and unholy things, but unlike the other men he also had a kind and soft side that I was lucky and gracious enough to see.

He was my saviour in some ways, that constant thing in my life that was always here for me and was never far if I did need him in a haste. Yes, I was technically his property, his own slave to do with as he pleased and saw fit, but he had never physically harmed me or forced me to do anything. He always says I am worth more untouched, and that I will fetch a good price when the time is right to sell me off. I didn't like hearing that, but I didn't think too much about it either. I knew he would send me away when the time was right, other women kept saying so when they thought I couldn't hear them, and I would fight to stay when that time came.

I like him, maybe I even love him. I want to stay with him, not only because he takes care of me, but because he is kind and seems to care. I hope he does care. And when the time came to him sending me away to wherever he wanted to so he could 'get a good price', I would maybe speak to him and beg him not to send me away. Or to send me home.

I missed home sometimes, I wanted to go home to the luxuries I used to have, to Judith. But that was all I missed. I do not wish to ever see my mother or father again! I even missed Ragnar sometimes, and I wondered if I would ever see him again after so long.