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I could see her through their window. In fact I had a perfect view of her from the stables.
Her lovely milky skin. Her dark rusty hair. Her slate eyes and quivering mouth. It all made up the little vixen: Alyssa.
Today was the day. The day I would make her mine. Now, if only I could get her away from that cow. I thought vehemently as my gaze focused on her bitch of a sister: Lillian.
She was always, always, always in the way. I thought as I sunk to my haunches to begin to crush the line of ants I had spotted in the corner of my eye.
I looked up again to see that Alyssa was no longer in her room. I stood up suddenly, panic rising in my chest as my gazed bounced from window to window.
I let out a sigh of relief as soon as I spotted her in the window of her father's bedroom.
"Now's your chance", I mumbled reverently to myself. I found myself running across their yard, scaling the ivy to the window I had last seen her in and silently letting myself in.
The next thing I saw almost stopped my heart. There she was her rump up in the air, ready for me to mount.
I slowly made my way behind her before sinking to my knees.
I gripped my hands tighter around her hips as she began to thrash underneath me. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" I questioned, rubbing up my hips against her.
I leaned forward to hear her response, but I only heard her hyperventilating in fear. I let out a slight groan, allowing my head to rest on the red sheets of Mr. Foster's bed as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
"This must be little Alyssa", I guessed, a smile cracking my face. Lillian would never show this kind of reaction, she is too used to these kinds of compromising situations for that. I though, sitting back up into a behind her.
"That means you are still a virgin then", I continued as I squeezed her hips harder. I hope I leave bruises, mark her- mark her for mine. Mr. Foster would not mind- he hasn't even bedded her yet. I could take her- I could keep her.
She would be mine. She is mine.
I began to rock my hips back-n-forth, my pants making a slight swooshing as the rubbed against the fabric of her dress. Swoosh- swoosh- swoosh. Faster- faster- faster. I chanted rhythmically in my head.
"WHAT SAY YOU ALYSSA!?" I shouted, slowing my pace to a forceful grind. Say it. Say it. Say you will be Mine.
I couldn't hear her beneath the bed, but that did not matter. I know what her answer is.
"I have had my eye on you for a while and you know it", I continued. Gyrating, seizing, thrashing, thrusting; I continued.
I think it's about time we lose your clothes. I thought, hooking my fingers under the hem of her dress. She thrashed wildly, obviously she was just as excited as I was.
She wants me- no, she needs me. I bit my lip in excitement, my hands shaking. I wanted to kiss her – I want inside her- I want her screaming my name- I want her- I will mark her.
I mentally chanted this over and over, as my hands pulled her dress higher and higher.
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Alyssa
I felt my dress going up my leg. I could hear him muttering rapidly, a stray laugh busting out between his feverish chanting. I made me squirm more.
Is this what it is like for you Lillian? Is this what you have endured for me?
My nails dug into the scratching white carpet, trying to hold myself still, but I couldn't, I just kept scraping up and down up and down along the carpet.
No doubt there would be a sweltering red mark there after he is down with me. I thought suddenly bitter. Shouldn't I be scared? Maybe I am in shock. I thought off-handedly.
My dress was now pulled up all the way and he had begun to tear into my undergarments. My gut clenched and ice began to circulate through my veins. Tears I had not known I was holding began to run down my face, thick and warm.
His gibberish began to come out faster, more heated, and uneven like the wobble of a bent bicycle wheel.
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It just stopped. Everything became still, except for this shill and broken patting. Where was it coming from?
I listened harder. Oh, it's me. I realized. When had I started to do that? I thought idly. My frayed attention then became possessed by the red that was slowly slinking across the carpet.
Was the carpet always like that? I wondered watching the red slowly drown the white fibers below me.
I heard someone shouting above me, but it sounded almost like I was listening though a funnel.
Suddenly something seized my foot dragging me out from under the bed. There was more red all over the place. I blinked slowly and deliberately making sure they shut all the way.
Something was waving in front of my face viciously. I blinked again. Nope it was still there, and someone was still shouting.
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Lillian
I waved my hand back and forth in front of Alyssa's face. She only blinked at me.
"We have to get out of here", I spoke slowly and deliberately. She only blinked at me. Is she in shock? I thought my face screwing up in frustration.
I began to unlace her corset, hoping it would help. It was already unlaced. I looked down at the bleeding man at my feet in disgust.
His name is not worth mentioning, but he was one of the stablemen. What he was doing up here was beyond me.
"Come on Alyssa snap out of it", I commanded in a low menacing tone. Her eyes snapped to me as if finally realizing I was there. "Is that what it's like for you?" She asked slowly.
I flinched inwardly before sinking to my knees. "He- he didn't", I began to ask. She shook her head roughly in the negative.
I sighed loudly as I stood up, pulling her with me. "What is that?" I asked noticing the small chest in her hands.
She shook her head lightly as if not believing her eyes. She then slowly opened the chest, exposing all of the diamond and gold laden jewelry inside.
I let out a low whistle as I pulled her from the room and to our bedroom.
Tonight we escape.
And escape we did.
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