It's been almost two months since Andrew took me. After we first landed in Ireland I tried to escape and I found what the mirth behind the monster's eyes held. He tied and gagged me to his bed as he tortured me. At first he started with his knife, something I thought I could handle, but when he burned his knife until the blade was a bright orange and then stuck it to my skin I knew I had other things coming.
Andrew explained to me as he cut my skin over and over again how it was my fault that he was punishing me. He would slide the blade over my tanned skin, digging it into the raw flesh making sure the cut would be deep, and then he'd heat his blade again and grind the motherfucker onto the cut to seal the wound.
My body was covered in scars and that was only the beginning. Anytime I wouldn't cry out he would dig the knife deeper or hit me, when it got to the point I would pass out, he'd let me sleep only to wake up to him stripping me naked and spreading me eagle. I screamed and thrashed, but only ended up choking on the gag that was placed into my mouth.
His eyes scanned over my naked form as he stood before the bed and myself. I thought I knew what he was going to do, hoping I was wrong, but when he pulled out the whip from behind him, I almost wished that he would have raped me instead.
Smirking at me the top of his frame he bent down towards my goods, the closer he got the harder I pushed against my holds. He looked up at me through his lashes, his brown eyes darkening at my plies and cries; he fondles his manhood as he sticks his tongue out licking my folds. I start wiggling trying to get free, but that makes him angry and he stands, raises his arm and yanks the whip against my stomach and woman area. I screamed over and over as he repeats the action well growling out at me, "You are making me punish you! You did this! When we play, you do not move! Do you UNDERSTAND ME?!" He yelled the last past after throwing in a few more good licks. I nodded my head and looked away from him. I couldn't see much through my tears, but I could feel the pain of the marks he left behind.
His hands started to fondle my sides as he cleaned the wounds and then dressed me in something comfortable. "Good girl. Are you going to try and escape again?" He questioned happy with himself and his work.
I shook my head due to my mouth still being gagged. Andy smiled and stood, "Swell, just swell. For the last part of your punishment you will stay here for three days, no food and no water. Just to make sure you learned your lesson." He bent down and kissed my forehead before walking out the door whistling.
Needless to say I learned my lesson, but that doesn't mean I was giving up. I just had to figure out another way and until then play by his rules. Since that indecent I've finally gained his trust and he's allowed me to walk around the small city we live in by myself, well almost by myself. I had 'guides' that walked a few steps behind me all the time. As a precaution, Andrew said.
I didn't care, as long as I didn't have to be around him, I was good. There was one good thing that did come out of all this though; I fell in love with Ireland, the music, the people, the accents . . . the magic of the place. Ireland was nothing like back at home, I often found myself thinking about coming back to visit after the war, after killing Andrew.
Taking a deep breath I could smell the ocean's mist in the air and smiled. That would be something I missed. Breathing a little deeper I found the smell of something warm and sweet. I followed the smell with my 'guides' not to far behind and came across a strange building. The home was massive with a dark pink almost purplish color painted on it with the trim going from a lavender color, dark turquoise and yellow. I felt my feet curry me to the front door and saw there were signs in the windows. To the very top right, there was a sign pointing out tattoos, a window back from that held a psychic sign in it and below that displayed different baked good with a sign that read 'Café.' I smiled and quickened my feet heading into the café part of the house.
The cafe was quite large, but very cozy. In the back of the room I could see a massive fireplace that was being worked to make the baked goods, a small kitchen surrounding the fireplace, a 3- sided counter around the kitchen and then couches, chairs, bookshelves and coffee tables all through out the rest of the room. Off to the right there's even a rest room. I smiled watching a young mixed woman sweep into the kitchen area from a room off the back with a mug around her hands and a smile on her lips.
My guides flopped down onto one of the couches which caused the woman to look up. She was beautiful with carmel skin, blue eyes and long dark wild hair. I was amazed that she let her hair run crazy with the wind, but thought how even more amazing she would look with the wind running through it freely.
"Good morning love." She stated and I realized I was gawking at her. I think for the first time I blushed and nodded at her.
"Good morning." Her blues grew a little and then her smile grew even more.
"American?" She asked.
"If that's what you want to call it." I answered with a smile of my own, trying to not to offend her.
She giggled, "American, but not American." I chuckled with her.
"I suppose so."
"Well then American, but not American what can I get ya?"
"What do you have?"
"Mixtures of Tea, coffee, milk, Cookies, brownies, different types of rolls." She said going off of her head. "By the way I'm Rose. Rose O'Connell."
"Char-Danny, Danny Monroe." Her blue eyes looked at me curiously, before nodding.
"Nice to meet you love."
"Same to you." I replied well looking over what she showed me. "Smells amazing."
Rose giggled. "Thank you, I try."
"What are those?" I asked pointing towards a round golden goodie with darker bits here and there. They smelled delicious.
"Those are chocolate chip cookies. You've never had one?" I shook my head.
"Not that I can remember." I say. "Could I please get a few of those along with one of those rolls?" I asked her suddenly giddy. She nodded and went to work creating a plate for me. "How much?" I asked her as she sat the plate on the counter. Scooting into one the seats I picked up one of the chocolate chip cookies and moaned at the taste.
"How about a cup of tea?" Rose asked smiling at my moan. I set my cookie down and shook my head.
"No." I said and started to pull out some coins. Her hand landed on mine and made me look up into blue eyes.
"I insist please." Taking a deep breath I nodded.
"Thank you." She went to work making two mugs of tea before sitting across from me behind the counter. "So tell me about yourself." Rose said taking a sip of her tea after handing me mine. I smelled it before also taking a sip and loved the honey lavender taste.
"What would you like to know?"
"How did you come to Ireland?" She questioned her accent in full swing.
"Myself and another traveled on a ship." I told her, wanting to stay as close to the truth as possible without giving it away. I didn't want her caught up with Andrew. My guides drew closer at the questions, but stopped at my answer.
She raised her eyebrow at both the answer and the men moving, looking ready to snatch me away. "Are you married?" I shook my head and smiled.
"No. Are you?" I asked her. She nodded and a brilliant smile wove itself on to her tan skin.
"Patrick . . . he's Irish, but from America like yourself. He runs the tattoo shop upstairs."
"I've always wanted a tattoo." I stated remembering two men with the matching tattoo on their arms. One now burned. I rubbed my arm over my sleeve and felt the tears start, but I took a deep breath and shook my head. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm getting emotional." I tell Rose trying to laugh it off, but her eyes tell me she doesn't believe me. For now she lets it go.
"If you come back-"
"I will be, I've fallen in love with the atmosphere." I tell her.
"Well when you come back darlin, just go on upstairs and tell Pat I sent ya." I nodded and took a sip of my tea. Watching her talk about Ireland and her family I couldn't help, but wish in another life we could have been friends.
I wouldn't do that to her though. Not with everything I've been through, everyone I lost. "Danny?" She calls. I look up and smile at her.
"Where were you?"
"Thinking about my loved ones."
"Tell me about them?" I smiled, looked behind me and saw one of Andrew's goons getting up. Time to leave.
"Next time." I promised.
"I'm gonna keep ya to that darlin." She said well pulling me into a hug. I chuckled at her and nodded my head.
Once back at the house Andrew asked me how my day was. We were currently in the dinning room eating dinner. He was very picky with how I word things, how I spoke them. "Today was a good day, Sir." I answered like the good girl I am. I hid the venom in my voice and the way my hand shook wanting to grab the knife off the table. I smiled at him and picked up another spoonful of my soup.
"Brilliant. I was thinking we could stay here for a while. Would you like that?" He asked well taking a sip of his wine. His eyes cold, looking for movements that would lead him to believe I'm lying.
"Whatever would please you Sir." I made my voice soft, obedient.
Andrew smiled behind his glass, his eyes wrinkling a little. "Then well stay. By the way dear at the end of the month we'll be attending a ball with the President."
President? Ireland didn't have a president, watching my tone and words, "Sir, when you say President-?" He cut me off.
"The President of the United States." What in the Sam hell is he doing here? Tonight wasn't the first time I prayed for Miles or Monroe to be here with me, but I sent as many Hail Mary's their way as I could manage. I don't question the topic any further, knowing the consequences.
"Of course Sir."
"I would like you to wear something majestic to this ball. Be in your best attire."
"Yes, Sir." I say kindly taking another sip of my soup to stop myself from launching myself at him.
Andrew left the house that night and I was happy, the more he was gone the more I didn't have to pretend. I wanted to go home, I wanted my family . . . . and I've realize I wanted Monroe. I didn't want to die here and I sure as hell didn't want to die before saying goodbye to my family.
I felt the tears start to fall like every night and the lump rise in my throat before the darkness took me.