3 years later

After dinner the four of them sat in the living room, Francesca was reading curled up on the couch beside Macon who was working on his laptop, his arm thrown over her resting on her hip while he typed one handed. Maisie was sewing, working on one of Francesca's dresses,while Charlie was reviewing the mail. This was how their nights usually went until about 8:30 or so when Macon would declare that it was time to shower and get ready for bed. At that time he would force Francesca to have "alone time" with him in their new master bedroom.

"Hey, Francesca, here is mail for you." her father said as he handed her a large manilla envelope. She stood and opened it, reading for a moment before she broke out in a huge smile.

Macon stared at Francesca as she bounced up and down excitedly clutching the letter. "I got in," she squealed excitedly. "I GOT IN! I GOT IN!" her excitement made him smirk a little. In three years she still didn't love him, she barely tolerated him. But he still possessed her. It stung a little that she didn't care for him as he cared for her. But as long as he owned her he could live with that.

"You got in where" he asked, catching her around the waist to stand her still, the familiar pang of lust hitting him in the gut.

"NOLAU" she squeaked. "I got into the computer science program at NOLAU!" She turned out of his grasp. She did a weird little tap dance that reminded him of snoopy. Her smile was wide and the look of pure happiness on her face made his heart jump. But NOLA was full of gangs and men just waiting to prey on someone like her.

"No" Macon said simply and she stopped mid jump. "NOLA is a dangerous town for a beautiful girl like you." He leaned forward, grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled her back to him. "If you would like, you can do online studying, here at home, or my office. But NOLA is just too dangerous." Her face dropped and he almost felt guilty for telling her no, but he refused to feel bad, plus there was also the added threat that she would run away…..again.

"Please Macon, you can drive me every day, or have someone drive me. But this is an amazing opportunity for me." She dropped to her knees in front of him and put her hands on his thighs. The movement and the touch made her want to vomit, but she had to get to that school. Leaning up she pressed her lips to his gently. It didn't take long for it to have her desired effect. He tangled one hand in her hair roughly, she cried out in pain against his mouth and he took that chance to slip his tongue in. She kissed him back, no matter how much it disgusted her, going to that school was the only thing she had wanted since she was a small child.

"You are MINE" he said harshly as he pulled himself away from her. She tried to stand and pull away but suddenly she was pulled back into him where she was straddling him on the couch. He pressed hard molding her body into him, grinding his pelvis into hers. She tried to hide her recoil and retching as he inhaled her scent deeply. He exhaled slowly "Go take a shower" he ordered, pushing her away gently and patting her on the rear. "It's almost time for bed."

She walked over and kissed her parents goodnight. Both of her parents looked ashamed as they did every night. "I'm so sorry baby." her father whispered as he hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead.

As she walked away to the bathroom that they shared she thought of their agreement. They had gotten engaged on her 19th birthday, and would be married the following year when she turned 20 and would be trying for kids by 28. Nothing could be worse to her than having children with him. She would be reminded of him every time she looked at them. She hated him, his touch made her physically ill. But she did this for her parents. If anything happened to her they would be homeless. Chessy sighed, oh Sammy, I miss you. She thought as she began to undress, he would have known what to do. Better yet if he were still alive they would not be in this position. She heard the door to the bedroom open. It was his nightly routine. Macon wouldn't touch her while she was nude, afraid he would "deflower" her before their wedding day. But he loved nothing more than to see her in nothing but a towel after her shower, so he waited, every night.

She took her time not eager to be around him in any way but especially in such a vulnerable position. Her mind raced, she had to think of ways to get him to agree for her to go to that school. For her plan to work she needed a degree. With that she would be one step closer to her freedom. Climbing out of the shower she dried and wrapped the towel around her tightly. She stood before her mirror and sighed. She missed her before this. But she would get Chessy back.

A gentle knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. "Francesca, are you ok?" Macon asked, pushing the door open slightly. She nodded as she turned to him to see him holding a long white silky robe open for her.

Sometimes he could be sweet and caring, almost human. If he behaved in that manner all the time, she could almost be happy. Except for the whole being his prisoner thing.

Walking towards him he slid the robe over her shoulders and pulled it closed and tied it tightly around her middle. Reaching under he grabbed the towel hem at her thigh and pulled. It came apart easily. Leaning into her he put his pale blonde head to hers breathing in the scent of her shampoo and body wash. "Is this really that important to you?" He asked as he backed away.

"Yes, it has always been important to me. I've wanted to join this program since I was a little girl." She looked up at him "Macon, my education is very important to me. I love to read and learn. Those are two of my favorite things outside of my music. I've lost my freedom, please, don't allow me to lose my mind too." She reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, he turned his face to it and kissed her palm gently. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bathroom door that led to their bedroom.

He handed her some clothes that he had picked for her and stood to walk to the bathroom. She dressed as she heard the shower turn on. Looking at herself in the full length wall mirror she shuddered. She didn't recognize herself, she looked the same. Same hair, eyes, skin, but the person she was before was gone. Macon had murdered that girl with his demands and his touch. While he never touched her before she turned 18 he had made up for it since. They had not had sex, but the touching and kissing was almost as bad to her. She didn't want to be anywhere near him. But until she could get away, she had to play the game. But she would escape him.

She heard the shower turn off and him step out. He would come to bed in his boxers and immediately press himself to her. He did this every night. She heard the bathroom door open and turned to where he stood watching her. His look was one of lust and he ran his hand over his chest and down to the top of his boxer shorts. Chessy knew from experience that his chest was firm, not muscular, but firm. Macon was a man who valued his appearance and wanted her to as well.

Macon

Standing in the doorway of the bathroom he looked at her. She was so beautiful, her hair still damp thrown over one shoulder. Her emerald eyes and pale skin competed for his attention. After three years she still didn't look at him like that boy she had been dating when Macon first saw her. But, if he was to dwell on that he would get angry. He loved Francesca, even if she didn't love him. He craved her touch and her scent, the feel of her smooth skin under his hands, to feel her move under him. These were all things he longed for. He moved towards the bed and lay down and made a motion for her to join him. Walking over to the bed she sat down on the edge. She looked at the comforter for a moment before moving to lie down beside him. Holding out a hand he stopped her, "If it is that important to you then I will allow you to go. But I or a member of staff will drive and wait for you. Like I said, NOLAU is in a bad part of town and I want you safe." She pounced, hugging him tightly with a small squeal.

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" She kissed him impulsively and he wrapped his arms around her and flipped her under him deepening the kiss. His hands began to roam starting at her face, going over the swells of her breasts, her stomach and down to her thighs. "Macon" she warned, pulling away, as his hands lingered at the top of her white panties. Moving back he crushed her lips again moving his hands to tangle them in her hair. He relished the feel of the silk of her nightgown against his skin, the contrast of the cool of the fabric competing with the heat of his skin. The way her throat felt under his lips, the way she groaned against him as she put up a fight against him to keep him from going too far.

He was losing control, he could feel himself losing his composure and if he didn't stop soon, he wouldn't be able to stop at all.

Pulling away he rolled off of her and pulled her to him. He maneuvered until her head was resting on his chest and her leg was thrown over his pelvis. "I can control myself," he winked, lying to her. While he could, it was getting harder, and he honestly did not know how much longer he would be able to. They would be married the following year, if all went according to plan and he would not have to wait. But it was difficult when she lay less than a foot away from him in the white silk nightgown that stopped at her upper thigh. Or worse yet, like tonight she lay mostly completely on top of him with her panties pressing against him and the feel of her breasts against his side. All he would have to do is move the strap a bit and she would be exposed to him. "I love you Francesca." he said as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. She did not respond, but then again, she never did