Cora had been blown away by Aria's ability to learn and memorize everything at first glance. Within a week the girl was able to read and write perfectly. And she was a real eager student. Cora soon grew an attachment to the girl. It was easy, the girl was young, cute and naïve. And extremely unknowing of the world which put them in a few hilarious situations when they were out in public.
Aria loved to read, she was happy to do this all day. And the reading wasn't very hard for her because she vaguely remembered also learning this before she was captured and put into the arena. While she was reading she sometimes remembered other things about her past life but she wasn't sure if they were real or not. They were nothing more but flashes of surroundings, faces and feelings. It might as well have been dreams for all she knew. Cora said she probably started to remember a few things now that she wasn't on those horrible drugs anymore.
Nevertheless, Aria felt useless just sitting around the house without doing any real work. But Cora insisted that her job was to learn reading and writing as quickly as possible. So Aria read like a maniac and on a daily basis Cora would have to buy her new books. Using the credit card that Creed had given her, she had also bought her a laptop so she could learn about the internet and use it to find out more information about life in general.
But even after all of that Aria still insisted on helping Cora around the house. So Cora decided to teach her how to cook so she could make the food from time to time. Besides, it was a good thing to know how to take care of yourself. Cora had noticed the collar around her neck but never asked what it was for. She could guess and wondered why mister Creed hadn't taken it off yet. This girl was harmless, why did she wear a collar like a slave? Cora didn't like it one bit but bringing it up with mister Creed was probably a bridge too far.
"In one book I read there are different languages Cora, is it true? Are there a lot of different languages?".
Cora smiled "It's true, all around the world there are all sorts of languages".
"But then how will people understand each other?" Aria asked in amazement.
"Well, there is no real need to understand everything. But some people speak more than one language".
"Wow" Aria gasped "I would like to learn more languages, do you think I could?".
"I don't see why not my child, you are a very smart girl" Cora winked at the young woman.
"No but-" she halted for a few seconds "I mean, do you think mister Creed will give permission for it?".
Cora scoffed, a funny uppity kind of sound "Mister Creed is not in charge of everything my dear, I am in charge of your education and he is a lot less around than me. So what he doesn't know, won't kill him".
"Could it kill him!?" Aria asked in shock.
"No, no, my dear" Cora laughed hard as she remembered to be careful with her figure of speech around this girl. She took everything very literal "It's just a saying my dear, sometimes we say something to symbolize something else. This one means: if he doesn't know it, everything will be fine. But trust me, even if he did know about you wanting to learn more, he would be okay with that".
Aria smiled in relieve. That was good. She really didn't want her wish to learn languages to have a dangerous effects on mister Creed's life.
Aria hesitated as she stared at her bare feet, she had one more question, something in her history books bothered her "Cora?".
"Yes dear?".
"Am I a slave?".
Cora inhaled sharply. This was a question she did not want to answer. Because the truth was that in Cora's eyes, Aria was a slave. She had been bought, used for his needs and cause, and definitely not allowed to leave.
Thankfully for Cora, she heard the gates to the mansion open up and the black SUV pulled up the driveway. Judging by the speed he pulled up with, he was very impatient to get home. Aria had heard it too.
"Mister Creed is home" Cora answered instead.
He groaned loudly as he came inside her from behind. He grabbed into her hair and pulled it roughly one last time as he collapsed forward and leaned over her bare back. As soon as he got home he'd ordered her to take off her dress and get down on her hands and knees. Now he could hear her panting as his tongue trailed over her neck, she tasted so sweet.
He had definitely missed this in the last week. He couldn't remember hating to be away from home as much as he did these days.
"Get in the shower" he ordered her "I gotta talk to Cora".
She quickly did as he said. Partly not wanting to anger him but also because she always felt dirty after doing these things he liked so much. She actually liked it too, even though she didn't quite understand what the use was, except for fun and nice feelings all over and inside her. And the last couple of weeks she had gotten used to showering on a daily basis and being clean.
"What did I tell you about being in the same room with me when you smell like that mister Creed?" Cora asked without turning around when Creed entered the room. She hated it when he did that right after he had fucked someone. And he just did it to spite her. Well at least there was no blood this time.
He ignored her statement. It wasn't like she got to order him around. He would take a shower when it damn well pleased him. And right now, he wanted to know what his new toy had been up to.
"What's she been up to Cora?".
"Well" Cora started as she turned around to look mister Creed in the eyes "She can read and write perfectly already. She memorizes everything at first glance, it's bizarre really''.
He nodded slowly "Impressive. So what else did you do? Found out anything new about her?".
Cora sighed, she wished Creed would just stop mindlessly fucking the girl and instead got to know her a little. Especially since she'd be around for a very long time. He couldn't just continue this. And it pained her when the girl asked her if she was just a slave…
"We went shopping in different bookstores several times and we ate out twice so I could teach her a few things about those social situations. She doesn't seem to like it a lot but she behaved just fine so she is getting used to it".
"Anything in particular that she likes to do?".
"Well, she has mostly been studying like you ordered and she insisted on helping me from time to time because she feels terribly useless. It seems she does not quite understand the purpose of her being here mister Creed. Perhaps you could enlighten her a little?" Cora strictly confronted him.
"Will do" Creed said "When it pleases me" he added sharply.
Cora sighed and turned around again, continuing to clean up the kitchen. "When it comes to snacks she seems to be particularly fond of iced coffees and brownies. I've shown her the television and I've never heard anyone laugh so hard when watching a show".
Victor wondered about that, he had never seen or heard her laugh out loud. He reminded himself that's not what he got her for, so it didn't matter.
"What was she watching?" he wanted to know anyway.
"Some television show about people working in an office" Cora's reply was short.
"Anything else?" he asked.
Cora turned around in agitation, a sharp schoolteacher look on her face "Why don't you go to her and spend a little time with her other than having her fulfill your perverted needs?".
Creed tapped his expanded nails on the counter and grinned at his housekeeper "That's what I bought her for, so mind your own business woman" he evilly replied as he walked off to find his newest conquest in the shower.
Aria blinked and stared at him in shock "What are you doing?.
"I need a shower too" he simply replied as he stepped in.
"Oh" her voice filled with disappointment, she really enjoyed this huge rain shower he had installed in his en suite bathroom. "I will go then".
He frowned and grabbed her wrist "You ain't going anywhere frai… Aria".
This was really weird. What did he want from her? "But mister Creed… you said you wanted to shower".
He scoffed "Yeah with you".
It confused her "Like… Together?".
"Yes, of course together".
The confused look on her face remained "In the same shower? But why?".
He chuckled, she really didn't get it "Because it's more fun that way".
"Okay" she answered uncertainly. She didn't see the use of being in the shower together. Not that it wasn't big enough, it was huge and there were several shower heads. She just didn't understand why he would want to clean himself in front of her. There was no use to do so.
"Wash me" he ordered her.
She quickly picked up the loofah and started her task on his chest. He gazed at her intensely as she did it. Wondering what she'd been doing all week and if she ever planned on escaping. Did she at all understand why she was here or was she just waiting for the right time to escape?
He truly wondered what her thoughts were on getting away from him. Had she simply accepted the fact that she was his to do with as he pleased or would she try to get rid of him at first chance?
"What is that?" she broke his thoughts.
"What's what?" he grumbled, still affected by his thoughts of her possibly escaping him.
"That" she pointed at the big tub a few feet away from the shower.
"It's a Jacuzzi" Creed tried to explain "It's just a big tub with bubbles and all that shit. Use it whenever you like, I don't care".
She smiled awkwardly "I don't know how to use it though".
"I'll show you some time. It's easy".
"Am I your slave?" she suddenly asked out of nowhere.
Had he been anyone else, he would've been startled by her sudden bluntness. But Victor Creed didn't do uncomfortable or embarrassment. And why would he? He bought her, she was his possession and so perhaps 'slave' was the appropriate label for her.
But instead he scoffed "Do you even know what a slave is little one?".
She slowly cocked her head and looked at him. Did he mean to insult her? Call her dumb or stupid? "Yes I know what a slave is mister Creed. I read about them in one of the history books. Slaves were people who were looked down on, lesser people, who were bought and sold when it pleased their masters. They had to do whatever the master told them and if they didn't, they would get beatings or worse. They were property".
It annoyed him, so he pressed her up against the shower wall and bared his teeth at her as his hand slowly wrapped around her little throat "Well then, perhaps you are my little slave" he cruelly answered her.
But the truth was that she did not fit the description of a slave at all, for he did not look down on her. And he wasn't sure if he actually wanted to beat her. So far it had not been tested because she hadn't disobeyed him yet and he wondered if she ever would.
She just stared at him, not at all intimidated. Just staring into his grey preying eyes, again it reminded him of someone who wasn't quite of this earth. This universe even.
"Okay" she whispered.
"Why do you wanna know anyway? Would you rather still be in that arena than here?" he growled in her face. For some reason this question had really angered him.
She slowly licked her lips, it distracted him or a moment "No. It's just, in the arena, I've always known what I was and what my task was. But now I am confused. Now I don't know what I am or what my task is. I just wish to understand".
He slowly let go of her throat and let his hand trail a path down her throat and onto her stomach area "Your task is to do whatever I say and bare me cubs when the time is right" he explained as he softly caressed her stomach, imagining how it would grow big with his cubs in it.
"But what are cubs and how do I bare them?" she asked.
He looked at her again, her gaze was so piercing. Her eyes were the brightest green and when she looked at him with that slightly nervous and questioning look, it made him want to hurt her but take care of her at the same time. It fucked him off big time.
Her touch and dumb smiling face held the power to relax him for some reason.
"I will explain that part of your task later on. When it pleases me" he said as he hand slowly rubbed the side of her face.
"Okay" she answered quietly.
He sighed "You see Aria, in the arena you were a slave".
"In the Arena I was a gladiator!" she objected.
"Gladiators were slaves" he spat back at her "Now you are-" he paused for a second "I've not yet decided what you are. But you are mine".
She simply stared at him and nodded.
So perhaps she wasn't a slave then? But what was she and what was her task? It was still very unclear to her. For now she wouldn't ponder on it since this life had so far been better than her old one. She also didn't want to bother Victor with too many questions. He wasn't a very patient man and she could often smell when he was agitated or stressed.
His hand gripped around her throat again and he roughly pushed her against the shower wall "Open your legs" he growled.
His other hand slowly moved down, pinching her nipples on the way, over her stomach and finally reaching between her legs. Slowly he rubbed her clit, his other finger feeling inside her, she was wet and ready for him.
She moaned with closed eyes, her head leaning against the shower wall.
"Open your eyes" he growled against her ears as he continued to pleasure her "Look at me".
His hand continued to rub between her legs, slowly, tortuously slow even, it was hard to keep her eyes open. Whatever he did, it was amazing and she never wanted for his hand to leave.
But then it suddenly did and she groaned discontented as she looked at him with begging eyes. He chuckled "Poor little frail, you want more?".
She nodded slowly as she bit her lip, never really sure what to say at these times.
"Too bad little girl" he whispered evilly as his hand moved around her waist. He easily lifted her up against the wall.
Victor moved her up against the wall as he placed his hard cock in front of her entrance. "You know why you're so wet for me frail?".
Her arms snaked around his neck as she shook her head. She didn't understand much of this routine, except for how nice it was.
"Because you're a horny little bitch" he whispered seductively, she could feel the tip of his cock teasing her "And you fit so perfectly around my cock" he said as he pushed forward suddenly.
She screamed, it always hurt when he did that, when he entered her so suddenly. It was a wrenching pain, combined with undeniable pleasure.
"Don't close your eyes again Aria, I want you to look at me while I fuck you" he growled.
She nodded and gazed back into his piercing eyes. He pushed forward sharply again, she yelped.
He smirked "Good girl".
He continued to slide in and out of her hot tight core as he looked into her eyes. He wanted her to blush. But she didn't. She lacked shame.
Victor attacked her neck as he thought about her question "You are not a slave" he growled angrily into her ear as he fucked her even harder "But you are mine".
AN: Hope you liked it :-) Will have a little more time to write now since my papers are all finished :-D