Chapter 11

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Since he was sitting close to the TV and was working on something on his laptop, I didn't dare to watch something on the screen. I did however wonder off to his book shelve and spend half an hour just reading the titles and the backsides, trying to find a book that would explain his behavior. I found none, but there were some books that interested me enough to read little bits here and there.

Raoul made a few other phone calls while I sat on the floor, reading. I tried to look like I was not listening to his words, trying to let him see I was not intimidated by him. But It was hard. Like the phone call he made earlier today, he sounded like the figure in charge of something rather large and important. The book I found interesting was titled "Catch me if you can". And no matter how interesting that sounded, the words would just not stick inside my head with Raoul so close by.

Every time I saw him, heard him or just thought about him, I felt him between my legs. He made me feel frightened and angry at the same time. He was so strong and so much bigger then I was. No matter how gentle he tried to handle me, how gentle he touched me. I feared him a lot after last night.

A loud ring from his phone made me shudder and clutch the book in my hands a little tighter. I dared to look over my shoulder as He answered it with a question to the person on the other side of the line.

His eyes seemed colder then I had seen them before. Whenever he looked at me they seemed warm and alive. Right now, his eyes focused on the laptop, they were cold as ice. I was quite sure that I was relieved I wasn't the other person on the line right now. While he spoke I slowly got up from my spot on the floor, already feeling a bit sore. It still felt uncomfortable between my legs, but that was not only physical. I slowly walked towards the chair that was completely on his opposite and near the window. Before I sat down I noticed he was watching me now. And like I had noticed before, his eyes seemed a little warmer.

'I will not ask again, you will have it ready by the end of the week. Or there will be consequences.' His voice sounded cold and low. He ended the call rather abruptly but he didn't look away.

'That's an interesting choice of literature, my love,' he commended on the book in my hands. I swallowed. Not sure if he was done with his cold voice he used on the phone just a few seconds ago. I gripped the book a little tighter and tried to find a position I could sit in, feeling no stings anywhere. He cocked his head to the side. There was something in his eyes that made it hard for me to look away.

'You haven't been in the bathroom yet have you?' he asked me. I swallowed and tried to find a reason why he wanted to know the answer to that question. When I failed to answer he took it for a no and stood, putting his laptop away.

'Come, it will relieve the pain and help you recover faster.' I suddenly understood him. He was talking about me using his salve he mentioned before. I had not forgotten about it, but I had not been thinking on using it either. I didn't like using things he told me to…

'Darling?' there was a warning in his tone and his dominating phone calls made me slowly rise from my spot, wincing in the process.

'I forgot about it, I will go and use it,' I quickly said. He smiled and made his way to the bathroom, even before I could. When he opened the door I stopped in my tracks. It took him about a minute to get the tube and turn around, watching me with those big eyes.

'It's easier if you lie down.' Panic must have been written all over my face for he closed the bathroom door and stroke my cheek with his free hand.

'Don't look so frightened darling. Come, let me help you.' I took a step back, not sure if I could move anymore.

'I don't want you to touch me, not- not there anyways,' I hammered. Closing my eyes when I spoke the last words, afraid he would get angry with me. He removed his fingers from my face so I eventually had to open my eyes.

'You are afraid of the pain. Not me. Come now and let me make it better. It will be quick, painless and better for your body.'

When I still was debating about running in the opposite direction he gently took a hold on my upper arm and guided me to the bed.

'Lie back and lower your jeans,' he ordered. His tone was one without doubt. Not as scary as the tone he used on the phone, but intimidating nonetheless. I did sit down, not liking that he was now towering above me. He sighed and placed the tube on the nightstand, reaching for my button and zipper himself when I didn't.

'I would almost think you'd rather have me undo these for you,' he teased me. My breath hitched.

'I don't.' My words came quick and I did regret them as soon as they left my lips. All he did was grin.

'Yet. Now lie back,' he ordered when he had opened my jeans and shove them of my legs. He pushed me back on the bed and as if I was not exposed enough already he swiftly pulled my panties down and off my legs too, exposing my lower half completely.

My instinct and fear made me close my legs tightly, what made him smile. He grabbed the tube and then watched me, his hands not yet near me.

'Come, open your legs. I will not hurt you. You have my word.'

I took a deep breath and ever so slowly widened my legs, realizing he would force me if I refused, turning my head away and balling my fist in anticipation. I expecting him to take advantage of this too.

He chuckled and I felt his hand on my thigh, giving himself better access to my most private area.

'Even this part of you is completely perfect and so beautiful.' Maybe he said those words to get me to watch him. Maybe not. Either way I did turn my head back and watch him. Why was he saying those things? The moment our eyes connected I felt one finger rubbing on my outer folds. He was being gentle and went slow.

'I'll just spread it a little inside. It won't hurt at all,' he said before I felt him pushing his finger inside of me with some of the cold salve on his finger. I shivered from the cold and nerves as he moved his finger very slowly, as if he was really trying to not hurt me at all. I closed my eyes as he removed his finger from within me, only to re insert it with some more salve, going deeper. I bit my lip and was wondering if he was just doing this for his own pleasure when he removed his finger from within me and caressed my legs, closing them with his hands.

'Now get dressed and sit down for an hour or so. It'll loosen your muscles and take away the sting.' He gave me a smile before placing my panties and jeans on the bed next to me, before he stood and left me alone. I was stunned.

I quickly placed my clothes back on and watched where he'd gone to, before I went back into the living room, taking my seat by the window. He had already sat down, his laptop on his lap again. He was typing away, fast, like he was working on some code or something. I remained silent and opened the book, willing my brain to absorb the words.

There were no more calls, just the sound of his ticking and my turning of pages every once in a while. The book was good, interesting and pulling me in. I almost jumped when his pet name for me came a little louder than necessary.

'Darling.' I looked up. He grinned.

'Good book isn't it?' you can continue later, we'll make dinner now. Come.' He didn't even waited for my reply. He just assumed I would do as I was told. I sighed, closed the book and stood, following him. He placed some carrots, fish from the freezer and potatoes on the counter.

'I like to cook and I like it even better with company. Fish or vegetables?' he asked me. I chose the easy option.

'Vegetables.' He nodded and placed a pan and some tools before me. He turned the radio on and hummed along while he cleaned the fish and I the carrots. An outsider looking in would have thought we were a happy couple, just cooking together. How wrong they'd be…

I had never seen such a big, broad men prepare dinner with such finesse. He was patient and knew what he was doing. When I had the vegetables cooking and stood there watching him, he suddenly met my gaze.

'How's the salve working?' he asked. I licked my lips.

'Good, I – I think,' I hammered. What about him made me so scared and … shy?

He smiled.

'You'll take a hot bath later and then a little more salve. The pain will be dull tomorrow.' I was flabbergasted that he paid so much mind to me and my womanly pains. But he seemed truly concerned.

'I'll be oke,' I softly said, checking my carrots. He went to set the table and then returned, placing the fish on the two plates.

'My intention is to take care of you, not hurt you. I don't enjoy you enduring pain, like you seem to think,' he suddenly continued when he said down, facing each other. I had reached for my fork, but now my hand stilled in midair. I didn't know what to answer to that. He had forced himself upon me, raped me and then made me stay here. What could I say?

'Eat darling, before it gets cold.'

We finished the meal in silence, only the radio as a background sound. He seemed as preoccupied with his thoughts as I was, startling me when he suddenly started cleaning the table. I stood to help him but he took my plate from my hands.

'Go take a nice warm bath. Then we'll leave for your apartment, I'll clean up.' I nodded, glad to get to hide in the bathroom. I made my way over towards the bathroom, filling the tub with steaming water and removing my clothes. Maybe if I rubbed hard enough I could remove the feeling of his fingers on me… I had let my hair down and stepped inside the tub. I hissed feeling how warm the water really was.

I closed my eyes and tried to empty my mind. I was strong enough to get out of this. I would survive and escape. It would all be okay in the end. For a few minutes it was almost relaxing for me. Well it was until I heard movements beside me and I saw him sitting down on the closed toilet seat, the book I had been reading earlier in his hands. I quickly used my hands to shield my breasts from his view, but he was not looking at my body. He sought out my eyes.

'You can keep your eyes closed if you'd like darling. I'll read you some, just relax.' He opened the book where I had stopped reading before, reading it out loud to me.

I knew I hated this man more than anyone else in my life, but I had to admit his voice was pleasant to listen too. It was masculine, deep and exciting hearing him say the lines the characters had. He read at a steady pace, taking his time, being really patient.

However I was nerves with him so close by and me being naked in the tub, I found myself closing my eyes and relaxing a bit. I don't know for how long we sat I the bathroom before he closed the book and gently placed a curl behind my ear.

'Finish your bath and get dressed, then we'll leave.' He smiled and stood, taking the book with him. He stopped in the doorway.

'Darling, would you like to take this book with you?' he asked me. I swallowed, moving a little in the tub so the water moved too. I than nodded. His smile got even broader.

'Meet me in the kitchen when you are ready and clothed, my love.' With those words he left me alone. I was dumbfounded. What had just happened?

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