Chapter 7: Memories
The kiss burned on her lips. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She had even forgotten about dinner until the last minute so she had to order out. The door clicked open. " Dorothy!" He opened his arms towards her. " No hug." He asked. She walked towards him thinking of Roger. His arms wrapped around her. It felt good to be held but it wasn't the right person. He placed his lips on hers. Roger's lingered strongly on her mouth. His finger trailed up her thigh as the other kneaded her breast. The pleasure seared through her body but her mind stuck on the one kiss Roger gave her.
" How did it go?" He slurped the noodles between words. She took a large bite so she could extend the space of silence between them. Finally she swallowed and looked at him. " Fine." She took another large bite and avoided eye contact. " Did you kill him?" He stared at her impatiently waiting for an answer. She shook her head. " No." She looked down at her plate the soup had a faint reflection of herself. " What do you mean, you met him today didn't you?" She nodded her head yes " I want to get to know him so he doesn't suspect." She made the excuse as she went on talking. " That's brilliant, but you know what else I want from him?" " What?" She looked up relieved. " The megaduece!" he said
His head rested on the red pillow. He was tired, now he could sleep knowing she was alive, but was she okay. She dressed differently and looked somehow different. Whoever her new master was he would have to find out and get her back no matter what it took. He drifted off to sleep dreaming of her.
She was deep in thought and she hadn't noticed him talking to her. She felt his hands move all over her body, but she was far away. " Dorothy!" "Huh?" she looked up at him with troubled eyes. " For the second time, what's wrong?" He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. He leaned down to kiss her again but she dodged his lips. " He kissed me." She sat up on the bed. Her mind trailed to how wonderful it felt. She then looked at Beck who wasn't the least bit surprised. " I knew he would he's in love with you." His hand reached for hers. He pulled to his lips and kissed it lightly. " What do you mean?" She asked in confusion, but she felt her heart flutter knowing they felt the same way. " He owned you before we met, like some kind of servant who did his dirty work and he would get rewarded." " Why would he treat me like that if he loved me?" " That's a lie Dorothy." He stared into eyes and put his arms around her. His heavy breath hit her face. " A big lie, I got rid of those memories of him because you wanted me too and I know you don't remember but killing would be like getting justice." " But the way he looked at me." He interrupted her by planting his lips on her's. He pulled away. " Don't worry Dorothy you will soon find out why." A glazed overcame him.
She walked slowly not wanting to reach the house early. The earlier she got there the more time she would spend with him. Not that it was a bad thing but she would probably end up in bed with him. Beck had told not too or Roger would pull her into the same old life she had. Her mind believed the story but her heart didn't. She was left in confusion because she followed them equally. A look at Roger and he was striking handsome but then again under that face there could be evil. Soon enough she arrived at the house. She stopped at the front door in hesitation. After what felt like hours of her mind and heart battling she rang the doorbell. She loved Roger Smith.
The old man gladly let her in. In her conversations she dodged the question of her taking off without the proper goodbyes. He led her into the same room and told her to wait for Roger. " Dorothy, I don't know if you'll forgive him for what he did, but why don't you come back?" The old man pleaded with her. " You should end working for people, live on your own, find love, master Roger could find you a job, think about it." He left with deep thoughts in her brain.
She looked through the house to get her mind off the old man. She couldn't help but wonder what his name was. She clicked the door open. A large room, black, Roger's, she walked to the large bed and sat on the edge. FLASHBACK
She carried a tray of food for breakfast. The doctor smiled at her put on his hat and left. The door clicked behind her catching his attention. " Finally I get food I hate the taste of medicine." A faint smile appeared on her face. " Could you help me out my arms still aren't very good'" She sat at the end of the bed. She fed him a spoonful of oatmeal. " How are you doing master Roger?" She resumed feeding him. " Better." He said huskily. A faint shade of red appeared on her cheeks. She tore off the last of the bacon and slid it into his mouth. He grabbed her finger in his mouth licking off the salt. His hand cupped her face, he leaned down and their lips brushed he pulled her into a kiss tasting her hungrily.
She jumped off the bed and walked out the door. She tried as hard as she could to push away the feelings it brought back. She walked on examining the other rooms. So many closets she thought. She arrived to another room and clicked the door open. It was so familiar. The only room that didn't have so much black in it she thought. The bed had blood red cover and there was a mirror and dresser opposite to it. On top was a book, a diary cover in red velvet and black initials that were, RW. There was a green frame with the face of an old man. She could tell he was a scientist with the clothes he had on. She opened the diary. A picture was used as a bookmark. She turned to the page of black ink and Roger's picture taped in there kissing her except she looked different her hair was longer.
Dear diary, Norman, understanding my feelings for Roger stumbled upon this picture of that night on Heaven's day. It was in the garbage I felt hurt but pushed my feeling aside, he is a louse. I know he cares for me but he wouldn't keep this picture because he is in love with me as I am with him. I shall find out tomorrow exactly how he feels. If he lies to me I shall leave.
She turned the page to read on what she was writing but the page was blank. She Turned the page again to see a brand new entry.
Dear diary, After many days of Doctor visitation and being restricted to see Roger I got to see him. We kissed; it felt like a fire started burning in me I never knew. The following night I slept with him. I hope I am not just another woman to him. Then again if he did hurt me he would regret it. Beck would probably come back for me.
She was now in doubt towards her feelings. Beck coming for her would that be good or bad. Her eye caught a black dress she slipped it on, she looked at her reflection strange but familiar. She quickly pulled off the dress when she heard Roger calling her. This was all too strange she had to leave. She ran out the door and slipped into the one across. A bathroom, she washed her face. She looked out the door that was slightly open and watched Roger pick up the book close it and kiss the cover. He put it on the dresser and called out her name one more time.
She rushed, she wanted to get out of here as fast she could. She looked behind to make sure that Roger wasn't following her. She bumped into him; she took a couple of steps back catching her balance. " I was looking for you." He took her hand in his. " I was in the bathroom." He pulled her hands to his lips and planted a long kiss " I miss you so much." He looked into her eyes. " You brought so much into my life why don't stay with me Dorothy, forgive me you know I would never pick her over you." She became lost in his eyes, he loved her, she could tell, but she was told to waste him. She could feel her tears coming. She pulled away from him, she took off but he grabbed her by the arm. The tears spilled down her eyes. He pulled their bodies close. She could feel his breath on her neck. " Tell me what's wrong, I want to help, I hate to see you in pain?" He turned her body around and held her as she cried in his shoulder.
She breathed in the cologne, he smelled so good. Her arms tightened around him. I felt so right to be in his arms. " Your master did he hurt you?" She pulled away and shook her head. " He doesn't treat me bad it's just that." Her words were lost in tears when the horrible thoughts came to her. His hands wiped her tears away. " Don't cry, it hurts me to see you cry." He whispered, he leaned down and brushed his lips over her's. She gave in to him. She kissed him back with a surprising hunger for him. He pulled back and he kissed her cheek trailing to her neck. The surge of pleasure gave her chills. She couldn't resist she had to have him it felt so right. " Dorothy." He kissed her neck "Don't leave." he kissed her lips. He kissed her again holding her tightly. He wanted to make up for the lost time and sleepless nights but he had to have her.
The smell the feel it was familiar, the feel of his hands tracing over her body and her's over his. Her fingers ran trough the ebony hair as he trailed kisses down her neck. She pulled down his pants and underwear, she was ready for him. He entered her; he paused for a moment in ecstasy then moved inside her. Her voice called his name in pleasure as the pace quickened, she never for one moment thought about Beck this was beyond what she felt with him. His hands surrounded her breasts as he slowed down and his body released semen inside her. He lay next her; he could feel those slim fingers moving through his hair. She kissed him, and her arms wrapped around him. He kissed her lightly. " Don't leave me." She looked into his pleading eyes and placed her head on his chest. She listened the rhythmic beating. " I don't think I can." They drifted off to sleep in happiness nothing could tear them apart.
The anger showed in his eyes looking at the sleeping figures he turned off the screen. How long has it been, it was now midnight? He pushed a blond strand back in place. " I warned you Dorothy." He pushed a button on a remote.
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The kiss burned on her lips. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She had even forgotten about dinner until the last minute so she had to order out. The door clicked open. " Dorothy!" He opened his arms towards her. " No hug." He asked. She walked towards him thinking of Roger. His arms wrapped around her. It felt good to be held but it wasn't the right person. He placed his lips on hers. Roger's lingered strongly on her mouth. His finger trailed up her thigh as the other kneaded her breast. The pleasure seared through her body but her mind stuck on the one kiss Roger gave her.
" How did it go?" He slurped the noodles between words. She took a large bite so she could extend the space of silence between them. Finally she swallowed and looked at him. " Fine." She took another large bite and avoided eye contact. " Did you kill him?" He stared at her impatiently waiting for an answer. She shook her head. " No." She looked down at her plate the soup had a faint reflection of herself. " What do you mean, you met him today didn't you?" She nodded her head yes " I want to get to know him so he doesn't suspect." She made the excuse as she went on talking. " That's brilliant, but you know what else I want from him?" " What?" She looked up relieved. " The megaduece!" he said
His head rested on the red pillow. He was tired, now he could sleep knowing she was alive, but was she okay. She dressed differently and looked somehow different. Whoever her new master was he would have to find out and get her back no matter what it took. He drifted off to sleep dreaming of her.
She was deep in thought and she hadn't noticed him talking to her. She felt his hands move all over her body, but she was far away. " Dorothy!" "Huh?" she looked up at him with troubled eyes. " For the second time, what's wrong?" He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. He leaned down to kiss her again but she dodged his lips. " He kissed me." She sat up on the bed. Her mind trailed to how wonderful it felt. She then looked at Beck who wasn't the least bit surprised. " I knew he would he's in love with you." His hand reached for hers. He pulled to his lips and kissed it lightly. " What do you mean?" She asked in confusion, but she felt her heart flutter knowing they felt the same way. " He owned you before we met, like some kind of servant who did his dirty work and he would get rewarded." " Why would he treat me like that if he loved me?" " That's a lie Dorothy." He stared into eyes and put his arms around her. His heavy breath hit her face. " A big lie, I got rid of those memories of him because you wanted me too and I know you don't remember but killing would be like getting justice." " But the way he looked at me." He interrupted her by planting his lips on her's. He pulled away. " Don't worry Dorothy you will soon find out why." A glazed overcame him.
She walked slowly not wanting to reach the house early. The earlier she got there the more time she would spend with him. Not that it was a bad thing but she would probably end up in bed with him. Beck had told not too or Roger would pull her into the same old life she had. Her mind believed the story but her heart didn't. She was left in confusion because she followed them equally. A look at Roger and he was striking handsome but then again under that face there could be evil. Soon enough she arrived at the house. She stopped at the front door in hesitation. After what felt like hours of her mind and heart battling she rang the doorbell. She loved Roger Smith.
The old man gladly let her in. In her conversations she dodged the question of her taking off without the proper goodbyes. He led her into the same room and told her to wait for Roger. " Dorothy, I don't know if you'll forgive him for what he did, but why don't you come back?" The old man pleaded with her. " You should end working for people, live on your own, find love, master Roger could find you a job, think about it." He left with deep thoughts in her brain.
She looked through the house to get her mind off the old man. She couldn't help but wonder what his name was. She clicked the door open. A large room, black, Roger's, she walked to the large bed and sat on the edge. FLASHBACK
She carried a tray of food for breakfast. The doctor smiled at her put on his hat and left. The door clicked behind her catching his attention. " Finally I get food I hate the taste of medicine." A faint smile appeared on her face. " Could you help me out my arms still aren't very good'" She sat at the end of the bed. She fed him a spoonful of oatmeal. " How are you doing master Roger?" She resumed feeding him. " Better." He said huskily. A faint shade of red appeared on her cheeks. She tore off the last of the bacon and slid it into his mouth. He grabbed her finger in his mouth licking off the salt. His hand cupped her face, he leaned down and their lips brushed he pulled her into a kiss tasting her hungrily.
She jumped off the bed and walked out the door. She tried as hard as she could to push away the feelings it brought back. She walked on examining the other rooms. So many closets she thought. She arrived to another room and clicked the door open. It was so familiar. The only room that didn't have so much black in it she thought. The bed had blood red cover and there was a mirror and dresser opposite to it. On top was a book, a diary cover in red velvet and black initials that were, RW. There was a green frame with the face of an old man. She could tell he was a scientist with the clothes he had on. She opened the diary. A picture was used as a bookmark. She turned to the page of black ink and Roger's picture taped in there kissing her except she looked different her hair was longer.
Dear diary, Norman, understanding my feelings for Roger stumbled upon this picture of that night on Heaven's day. It was in the garbage I felt hurt but pushed my feeling aside, he is a louse. I know he cares for me but he wouldn't keep this picture because he is in love with me as I am with him. I shall find out tomorrow exactly how he feels. If he lies to me I shall leave.
She turned the page to read on what she was writing but the page was blank. She Turned the page again to see a brand new entry.
Dear diary, After many days of Doctor visitation and being restricted to see Roger I got to see him. We kissed; it felt like a fire started burning in me I never knew. The following night I slept with him. I hope I am not just another woman to him. Then again if he did hurt me he would regret it. Beck would probably come back for me.
She was now in doubt towards her feelings. Beck coming for her would that be good or bad. Her eye caught a black dress she slipped it on, she looked at her reflection strange but familiar. She quickly pulled off the dress when she heard Roger calling her. This was all too strange she had to leave. She ran out the door and slipped into the one across. A bathroom, she washed her face. She looked out the door that was slightly open and watched Roger pick up the book close it and kiss the cover. He put it on the dresser and called out her name one more time.
She rushed, she wanted to get out of here as fast she could. She looked behind to make sure that Roger wasn't following her. She bumped into him; she took a couple of steps back catching her balance. " I was looking for you." He took her hand in his. " I was in the bathroom." He pulled her hands to his lips and planted a long kiss " I miss you so much." He looked into her eyes. " You brought so much into my life why don't stay with me Dorothy, forgive me you know I would never pick her over you." She became lost in his eyes, he loved her, she could tell, but she was told to waste him. She could feel her tears coming. She pulled away from him, she took off but he grabbed her by the arm. The tears spilled down her eyes. He pulled their bodies close. She could feel his breath on her neck. " Tell me what's wrong, I want to help, I hate to see you in pain?" He turned her body around and held her as she cried in his shoulder.
She breathed in the cologne, he smelled so good. Her arms tightened around him. I felt so right to be in his arms. " Your master did he hurt you?" She pulled away and shook her head. " He doesn't treat me bad it's just that." Her words were lost in tears when the horrible thoughts came to her. His hands wiped her tears away. " Don't cry, it hurts me to see you cry." He whispered, he leaned down and brushed his lips over her's. She gave in to him. She kissed him back with a surprising hunger for him. He pulled back and he kissed her cheek trailing to her neck. The surge of pleasure gave her chills. She couldn't resist she had to have him it felt so right. " Dorothy." He kissed her neck "Don't leave." he kissed her lips. He kissed her again holding her tightly. He wanted to make up for the lost time and sleepless nights but he had to have her.
The smell the feel it was familiar, the feel of his hands tracing over her body and her's over his. Her fingers ran trough the ebony hair as he trailed kisses down her neck. She pulled down his pants and underwear, she was ready for him. He entered her; he paused for a moment in ecstasy then moved inside her. Her voice called his name in pleasure as the pace quickened, she never for one moment thought about Beck this was beyond what she felt with him. His hands surrounded her breasts as he slowed down and his body released semen inside her. He lay next her; he could feel those slim fingers moving through his hair. She kissed him, and her arms wrapped around him. He kissed her lightly. " Don't leave me." She looked into his pleading eyes and placed her head on his chest. She listened the rhythmic beating. " I don't think I can." They drifted off to sleep in happiness nothing could tear them apart.
The anger showed in his eyes looking at the sleeping figures he turned off the screen. How long has it been, it was now midnight? He pushed a blond strand back in place. " I warned you Dorothy." He pushed a button on a remote.
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