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Keep holding on

'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

"Keep Holding On" Avril Lavigne

Chapter 6

Just as before, the process continued. He would come to me as he pleased, and Sarah would follow soon after. The only difference was he didn't come with her.

Sarah had started to massage my shoulders daily, an even though it wasn't necessary, she made sure I was thoroughly clean and smelled fresh. But the scent of that monster still stayed in my nose.

On the final day I was to be shackled, he had to work extra hard to coax my body, and even when I was more than ready, it still hadn't seemed good enough for him. He continued to touch and caress me until I begged, and only then would he take me.

The only thing that had kept me going that night was the fact that I would be released this morning if he followed his like for like. I was still anxious for what else he had planned for me, though. He had said I belonged to him now, so I knew he had no intention of letting me go. But I still had hope for what this morning would bring.

It brought Sarah and the key to the chains. I had thought Nathan would have come once again to see my humiliation, but it was only Sarah. There was food now that I was able to feed myself, and there were clothes as well.

Servants clothing. A 'size to small' dress that was pale blue and ended just above my knees. The material was not too coarse, but nowhere near comfortable looking. And of course, he gave me a tiny pair of underwear but no bra.

As soon as I was done dressing and braiding my hair, I followed Sarah out of the room. His house was huge. It was styled in old time fashion with servants bustling around the place. The dining hall was empty except for the very beast himself sitting at the head of the table being served by a maid.

His eyes flew up at mine within seconds, and he stared at me with a blank expression. I gasped when I saw who exactly was serving him. Kelly! How was it possible she was here?

Kelly looked at me too, and I stepped forward to embrace her as joy filled my chest. Then she looked at Nathan, and without a word, walked right past me and headed for the kitchen. I watched her walk until I couldn't see her anymore, pain and confusion replacing the joy I had felt.

Then I looked back to see Nathan smiling, and everything made sense. It was obvious he had warned Kelly not to talk to me.

I stormed towards him, plowing through Sarah's restricting hold. I brought my face close to his and spat," You can try and take everything that is precious from me but I will pray for the rest of my days that you burn in hell, Nathan."

"Am I supposed to be afraid for a soul that's already damned to hell? Come, you can do better than that. And I don't remember giving you permission to use my given name."

He was upset that I had called him Nathan?

"You're right. What I should have called you was bastard," I seethed as I turned to leave the table.

He stood up so fast and was behind me in seconds. The anger I once before held had now turned to fear. I gasped at his tight hold on my wrist.

"My lord," he said.

"What?"

"You didn't end your statement properly. Say 'My lord.'"

"But you are not my lord," I said to him with an incredulous expression.

"Yes, I am," he said arrogantly. "From here on out that is how you will address me. I'd like to hear it now."

I would rather cut off my tongue. He must have sensed that because he jerked me towards him and said in a soft but menacing tone," You will say it or I will beat you for your insolence."

I waited several seconds and gritted my teeth as I said," My lord." He released me immediately.

"Maybe you're even more stupid than I thought you were," he said snidely. "Now get out of my sight before I take action to what you did call me."

I didn't have to be told that twice. Sarah led the way to my room, which wasn't much bigger than a bathroom. She gave me my list of duties for cleaning and everything I would have to know as a maid.

Working with the maids could be quite informing. I learned a lot about Nathan through conversation with them. I also learned that a few of the maids are, well, let's call them friendly with Nathan. His favorite was named Peyton. I hadn't found out much information about her, except that she was rude to all the other maids due to her good graces with Nathan.

"Haley," an older maid named Mary called. "Nathan wants to see you in his room. He said not to keep him waiting." Now what did he want?

Entering his room again gave me a nauseous feeling. I opened the door to find him sitting in his chair. He had obviously been waiting for me to come, for his eyes were on me within a moment's time.

"I need a bath tonight," he said. "I figured you'd like to help me."

"Can't you bathe yourself?" I asked. What kind of person asked someone to bathe them? Was he so useless he couldn't do it himself?

"I could, but I want you to do it," he replied. "Now see to it."

I grit my teeth and went to ready his water. Sarah had told me to just perform whatever duties he asked, and be respectful. How could I be respectful when I hated Nathan and starving from lack of time to eat dinner?

Sarah showed me the room where I would find the soap and towels, but I ran into Peyton on my way there. I could tell it was her instantly by her stunning beauty. Her ringlet blonde hair shone in the light, and her green eyes blazed with fire as she stared back at me.

"I know who you are," she spat. "You think you can just replace me. Nathan will tire of you and return to me like he always does. You're nothing but some whore."

"Take your filthy mouth and get out of my way!"

"You dare speak to me like that?" she said with a disbelieving look on her face.

"I speak as I please, considering I'm the one who's presently favored."

Her slap came as a surprise and was forceful enough to whip my face around.

"He won't stay with you long, bitch. He always comes back to me. Don't you forget that," she snarled as she walked away.

After I had gathered the supplies, I headed back to Nathan's room. When I got there, he was waiting by the tub, fully clothed. I started to look away from him and set up the supplies when his gaze narrowed in on my cheek.

He walked towards me and lifted my chin with his finger. "Who hit you?" he demanded.

"No one."

"Don't lie to me Haley. What did you do to make someone hit you?" So he just assumed it was my fault? Nice. I thought to tell him about what really happened, but it seemed unlikely that he's do anything to his precious Peyton. That hurt more than her slap for some reason.

So I lied and said," I tripped up the stairs. I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Stupid girl. Don't you have any common sense? We've already wasted enough time, the water's cold. Undress me."

Even though I was expecting that, colored filled my cheeks anyway. He was towering over me with a dominant expression, and I quickly undressed him. I hated the stupid humorless smile he would get whenever I touched him and felt the shock through my body, and I hated my body for reacting that way.

He was almost undressed with nothing left but his boxers. "On your knees," he said. I dropped to my knees as my cheeks inflamed even more, if that was possible. "You're nice in this position—like a pet at my feet. Maybe I should have you serve me dinner at the table like this."

In front of everyone? "Please," I whispered in a groan. His hand came to my head and gently pushed it back. He looked at me for a few seconds before he replied.

"Will you obey me from now on?"

"Yes, I promise," but he didn't answer, leaving me with the worry of whether or not I would face another humiliation.

When he was completely undressed, he got in the tub and waited as I washed him. "Why doesn't your wife attend to this?"

"I don't have a wife, but I was to get married until you captured me. Now I can't seem to locate my bride, all because I was chained to a bed for your pleasure," he said in an annoyed voice.

"It was not my pleasure," I whispered.

"You better hope Brooke is found, or else you'll owe me even more than you already do."

"You might want to undress yourself as well. We wouldn't want you to get wet now, would we?" he said in a bored voice.

I slipped off my shirt with an annoyed sigh, quickly dipped it in a bucket of water, and placed it back on me all while he wasn't looking. I hoped he wouldn't be too angry with my little defiance.

I knelt beside him and began to wash his chest when he finally looked at me. I held my breath, wondering if I would receive my first slap from him. Instead, I looked to find him with a genuine smile on his face. I looked at him in confusion, but that only served to make him burst into laughter.

What was the matter with him? I had meant to anger him, not amuse.

"Come and finish before the water gets cold," he said, his smile still firmly placed on his face. Did he have to look so handsome?

"I'm ready to be rinsed," he instructed when I was finished, but the water he was in was soapy, and the only water left was in a bucket. It was extremely cold.

"You might have to wait until-"

"Do it now."

"But, the water is-"

"Now, damn you!"

Well, if that's what he wanted, who was I to deny him? With much pleasure, I poured the cold water onto his head.

His lips pinched together as his body went rigid.

"I t-tried to warn you, m-my lord," I stuttered in fear.

"So you did," he said in a calm voice that was very relieving. "If I had not had soap dripping in my eyes, I might have let you explain."

"Are you blaming this on me?" I said in an irritated voice.

"Be quiet!" he shouted. "Help me dry off."

I did as I was told, which meant drying every inch of him. But my fascination with his manhood took over once again, and my pats to dry soon turned into caresses. He was quick to come alive from that.

"Are you happy about what you caused?" he asked.

"No!" I screamed.

"You always were before," he said in an oddly husky voice.

"I liked rape no more than you did," I said miserably. "I've told you countless times how sorry I am. When will your revenge stop?"

"When I am no longer annoyed to look at you. When I am satisfied you are fully punished. When I've quenched my thirst for every wrong that was done to me. When I lose interest, Haley, and not a moment sooner… Maybe never."

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Love,

Sadie