So sorry for not updating guys. I was having internet/lappy issues. But I got a new netbook thinger for xmas. Not what I'd hoped for but better than nothing.I hope to update more often and do plan to finish this fic. I have been dabbling in HP fics so check them out if you please. Thank you all for staying with me on this.
She paraded around her shop serving the customers like she wasn't in pain but she knew they say the tops of his initials on her porcelain skin. The crimson blood hovering just over the surface threatening to spill with every breath she took. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't even explain if they had asked.
He waited until all was covered in darkness, she'd gone to bed, and then he made his move. He crept down the stairs and into her shop; passing the drunken whelp, barely refraining from giving him a good kick, and opened her bedroom door.
She was asleep, laying on her side in a thin white night dress with her back to him, her hair down and spilling over her milky skin contrasting it beautifully, making her look on fire. She couldn't have expected him to come down after what happened in the bakehouse. Perhaps she was more naïve then she'd imagined.
He grinned flicking open his razor and stopped next to the bed yanking her blankets off and slicing away her night dress and knickers growling as her eyes fluttered open in shock and fear.
"I don't recall telling you to wear anything to bed pet. You're lucky I allow you any clothes you whore." He hissed glaring at her.
She shrank back, pressing herself into the bed and as far away from the sharp blade as she could. She wasn't about to become the very thing she put into her pies. She shivered in the cool air and looked up to him pleadingly.
"N-no love… I-I jus' though'… well I's cold ou'. Besides, since when does I'ma'er wha' I where t'bed?"
"Since you became my property. Did you fail to notice the initials on you? Should I deepen them? Or perhaps I should brand you like the daft cow you are, hmm?"
"No! No please love. M'sorry. I-I swear I won' do I'again. Jus' please don' hur' me again." She whimpered tears gathering in her eyes and her breathing increased in fear.
He laughed shaking his head resting his precious razor threateningly against her cheek. "You foolish woman. You think I've hurt you now? Why I've only just begun pet. You'll learn your place soon enough. You're mine. To do with as I please. Whether that means to torture or tease, I own you."
She shivered feeling even colder at that statement and whimpered softly shrinking away some. She'd wanted to be his for over fifteen years now. Apparently what they say is true, 'Be careful what you wish for'.