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WARNING : Sexual Content – Rape (can't read, don't read )
Chapter 25
Previously :
John felt horrified, "Please… please don't take Samuel…he's my life, I can't live without him …"
"And he can't live without his brother. You are separating them, John."
"HE'S NOT MY SON!"
Marry sighed in sadness, "Well I guess it's time to give you the whole story, make you change your mind about what you believe to have happened all those years ago," she touched John's head, and flew him to the other world.
John was sent hurtling back through his timeline and eventually he realized that he was in his garden, and he saw his beautiful wife walking through it glumly. 'Mary,' he gasped.
He then realized that there was another version of Mary standing beside him, the one who had brought him to this place and conjured up this picture.
"Just watch, John," she told him.
It was a sunny afternoon and Mary was walking around the huge garden when a wave of nausea hit her. Her vision became blurry and she had to take support from the nearest tree, to keep her from falling. She heard a voice call out from behind, asking if something was wrong and then suddenly everything went black.
"Milady, are you alright?" Someone asked.
John looked at the boy, it was that slave. John greeted him in anger.
"How dare you show this to me, Mary," he growled as he glanced at the women he loved.
But Mary stood beside him and attempted to calm him down, "You need to know the truth"
The other Mary could hear the voice that had called out to her but she couldn't see the owner of the voice. She blinked a few times and then she saw a young slave leaning over her. John had almost 200 slaves to run his big property.
"Are you alright, Milady? Should I fetch Rosa?" he asked her.
Mary shook her head. "No, I'm fine." She tried to get up but failed. The young slave was unsure what to do so he carefully helped the mistresses into a sitting position.
"Thank you...I'm afraid I don't know your name," Mary said leaning back against the tree, smiling warmly down at the young slave.
He sat down opposite her. "It's Eron, Milady." He said looking down at his feet.
Mary looked at the boy, "How old are you, boy?"
"Twenty, Milady."
In a strange way, Mary felt comforted in the young slave's company. He was so nice but she knew if her husband spotted them walking together he would kill this slave, so she won't tell anyone.
Then John was brought to another picture in his room, their room.
"I should get going. Don't expect me to be here for dinner." John said in a cold voice, showing no emotions.
Mary's heart sank. Every fibre of her body longed for love, love from her husband, but alas The Lord Winchester was as cold as ice, when it came to her... again. He never touched her anymore.
Lord Winchester made his way out to his awaiting horse and rode off. Mary watched him from the single window from their bedroom. He hadn't even said where he was going Mary thought sadly to herself. Outside the room two hopeful eyes watched the lonely lady sitting by the window.
Rosa smiled as she entered the room and Mary turned to face her with a small smile spread over her features.
"Are you feeling alright, Milady?" She asked and put her hand over her Lady's hands.
Mary took her hands in her own. "I'm feeling just fine, dear Rosa. You mustn't worry as much as you do," she reassured her.
"No fever... Eron told me that you have been looking unwell these past few days." She said looking extremely worried.
"Rosa..." she started."I think you know as well as I do, that it's not my eating or drinking habits that's making me feel ill." She said sadly looking out of the window at the garden path that led up to the white house, where John had been minutes before.
Rosa sighed and put a comforting arm around her Mistresses' shoulders. "Well, maybe you'll have to change your eating habits, Milady, now that you're eating for two..." She tried to lighten up the mood as she forced Mary's eyes to meet her own. Sad eyes met comforting ones.
She nodded in response and put a hand on her belly, where a child now grew...she finally had it.
Lady Mary thought this baby would change her husband's mood. But still it didn't change him. He was still cold towards her, and that almost made her desperate. She missed her husband so much, and her young slave friend helped her feel better slightly. He would accompany her whenever she needed, just to hear her feelings. He had become her servant and friend. Sometimes she found herself thinking what it would be like to have this slave as her husband not John. But no, she loved John so much, and would never cheat on him.
It was a warm afternoon when Mary walked along the path with Eron behind her.
"I really love him, Eron,"
"I know, Milady, there's no doubt about it."
She sighed in pain, and rubbed her swollen belly, "I wish he could change his father."
Eron just nodded.
"Thank you, Eron, you've been so nice."
"It's my honor, Milady."
"Well, what do we have here?"
A cold and hard voice called out causing the pair to jump. Lord Winchester had been standing not far from them.
Both Mary and Eron paled, they shouldn't be seen together. Eron dropped to his knees in front his master.
"John?"
"Mary, I was never supposed to see you with this slave. So the rumor is true."
Mary was numb. 'What rumor?'
"Well, i heard you are see ing a slave behind my back. I didn't want to believe, but now i see it with own eyes. Your are seeing this slave."
' Oh God' Mary went pale. "John, please, it wasnt like you are thinking_" Mary tried to explain.
Lord Winchester looked at her in sternly and then moved his attention to the slave. Anger rushed through him.
"Cruel!" he shouted loudly, calling for the slave's master.
And in just under a minute Cruel the guard and the slave master appeared.
Silently he slapped a shocked Cruel across his face.
"Where are your eyes at? This slave slipped away right under your nose; he broke out without you noticing. Do your job or you will have your neck hanged!"
Cruel gritted his teeth together to hold in his emotions, "Yes, Milord."
With that John grabbed his wife's wrist and pulled her inside.
Entering the mansion, the couple was met by Rosa.
"Is something the matter?" she asked when she saw Mary's tear stained cheeks and Lord Winchester holding his wife's wrist in a tight grip.
"The matter is that you Rosa let her out of your sight. Haven't I told you that you must not let her out and certainly not allow her a chance to be near the slaves?" He shouted at her while Mary was desperately trying to escape her husband's tight grip.
The old woman looked at him like she hadn't been listening to a thing he had said. She just stood there with her hands on her hips.
"She is almost five months pregnant with your child and I think it would do her some good if she could go out now and then." She looked coldly at Lord Winchester. He was no longer the caring sweet child she had once known, who would sneak into her kitchen for some cookies when he was younger, no; he had turned into a cold and uncaring person, much like his father.
"Then you think wrong, and you have certainly no right to decide what is best for her." He hissed at her, his eyes shooting daggers at her, but she refused to budge.
Mary looked from Rosa to John. He looked like he was about to slap her in the face at any moment, but to Mary's relief, he just snorted and dragged her down into their shared room.
He closed the door behind them and tossed her onto the bed, without even caring about the fact that she was pregnant. Mary wrapped her arms around her swollen belly in a desperate attempt to try to protect the unborn life within her.
"How long have you been seeing that slave, Mary?"
"Long enough to realise my loneliness and how you always ignore me!" she snapped out between her tears. "What wrong with you? Why do you treat me like this?"
"You're questioning how I treat you?" his eyes glistened with his barely concealed anger, "You, you have had an affair with that slave!"
Mary looked shocked at the accused.
"I haven't had an affair with him."
"Yeah right, like I never see you with that slave. You think I didn't know how you sneak out to see that slave. I know Mary; I know what you do with him behind my back!"
"I have done nothing, John!"
But he wouldn't listen.
Roughly he flung her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach and even though the bed was soft it still made her cry out. She didn't see her husband coming over to the bed until he turned her over so that she was lying flat on her back, and straddled her thighs.
She felt a warm hand push up her robe; the hand ran over her rounded belly. Mary swallowed, she did not want this.
"John, no please!" She pleaded when a hand ran along her inner thigh. She knew too well where this would lead to and it would prove to be too painful for her in her condition especially since her whole body was fragile and her skin was very sensitive.
"Please, no! Not now!" Mary said pushing away her husband with all the power her body possessed.
John slapped her hard across her face. Her head started spinning due to the impact of the blow.
"What's the matter, Mary my dear? Am I not good enough anymore? Or maybe I'm just not that slave? Huh, is that it? You've been fucking him haven't you? Have you been his little whore as you have been mine?" He sneered in Mary's ear.
She closed her eyes. How could John ever think so badly of her?
"Isn't that right? You fucked him, didn't you, Mary? I suppose that this is not my baby?"
Both were shocked at the words. John suddenly had a fear that this might not be not his child, while Mary was hurting inside about the fact that John didn't trust her.
"Tell me, Mary! Is it mine or his?"
"Of course it yours!"
But, no, he wouldn't believe her. Roughly he ripped her gown.
"Let's see how badly you want this baby alive!" he spat as he started to straddle his helpless wife.
Mary struggled to get away, "No please, you're hurting me, John, you hurting this baby, your child!"
"Hell, he's not my child!"
She fought, but to no avail, he was too big and strong. He pulled up her legs in order to get better access. He grabbed her hips that were softened by the pregnancy with a vice like grip; his grasp was so tight that bruises began to form on her skin. He placed his second hand upon the bed to support himself so that he wasn't pressing the whole of his weight onto his pregnant wife. With one hard thrust Lord Winchester penetrated her, she cried out in pain. Tears flooded down her cheeks, and she ceased to struggle. John rocked back and forth, faster and faster, the next thrust was harder than the others as he neared his climax.
His breath was increasing in pace, his body was covered in sweat. He came buried deep inside of her. He slipped out and rolled over onto his back, panting. Mary curled up into a ball wrapping her arms around her belly; every little movement caused a stab of pain to run through her body.
"That slave will be dead by tomorrow morning," he sneered in her ear, and got up. He walked out of the room leaving his weak wife alone.
Tears ran down her beautiful pale face, "No, please, don't blame him, he hasn't done anything. Oh, my lord."
John gasped at the events he had just witnessed from the past. That's the whole story… Suddenly he felt so sick.
"I was already pregnant before I met that slave, before you caught me with that slave, John. I was already carrying your child, not somebody else's."
John went pale. So all this time he had thrown out his own child, his blood, to be a slave?
John really wanted to vomit.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Like you would listen, John. And after my death I've been trying to tell you. I made you meet him on that slave market, to see whether you would change your mind and recognise that he was son through seeing his face. And yes, you took him back to his house, brought him back home. Deep down you knew he is your son, deep down you regretted sending him away, but why you still make him a slave? and he was treated like he was nothing more than your other slave. He's not your slave, John, he's your son, but you made him a slave, a slave at his own mansion, and you treated him so bad, John, so cruel. I couldn't believe that you would be so mean to your own child, how could you, John!" Mary started to cry.
"I didn't know …, I'm sorry."
"You didn't want to know, John."
"Please forgive me, Mary. What can I do to pay for my sins? Please don't take Samuel from me, he's the only son I have left, he's the last living proof of your existence."
"You still have Dean, John."
"But I don't know where he is now, Mary, I don't know if he is still alive or …"
"He's still alive, John, that's why Samuel took the risk in finding him. He needs to find his brother; he needs Dean by his side. You knew it from the first time you put Dean as Samuel's personal slave. You knew Samuel can't live without Dean, and now Dean can't live without Samuel, as he has been putting his life on the line for Samuel, his little master, and you made him like that, John."
"You know the boys won't survive without each other."
"So what should I do, Mary, where will I find Dean? He's been away for almost two months now; I don't know where he is now…."
Mary bit her lips.
"Will you promise that you will admit Dean is your son, if I tell you where he is now?"
"YES! I made a mistake, Mary, I won't make it twice. Just tell me where he is, and I will bring him home, not as a slave, but as Samuel's big brother, my son!"
Mary looked to John with doubt. She was not sure, John would stick with his own words. But John was still their father, Dean's father, and John should be given another chance.
Mary sighed, "Fine, I take your words, John, but if you ever hurt my boys again, I'll take the two of them…"
"Oh, Lord, please… I promise, Mary, please,"
Mary nodded, "He is here, John," she said directing the distraught father's attention towards the door where a young figure was sneaking into the room and slowly approached the bed where Samuel laid, still unconscious.
John gasped in disbelief "Dean?" he suddenly felt so relieved.
TBC
So? A little bit shorter than the previous chapter, only to give you the story of John and Mary on before Dean was born...
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