back down and covered my face with my blanket. I heard him get up
and go to the bathroom. I could feel him standing near me, but was
doing my best impression of a sleeping person. I felt the blankets
move, and he ran his hand over my face. I moved around a little, and
he quickly pulled the blind fold up from my neck and started to cover
my face. I opened my eyes just as he covered them.
“I see you’re awake, little one?” he chuckled. So this was the
voice. He leaned me up and turned me to face him. “I was hoping
you would stay asleep long enough to get you to your permanent
room.” My permanent room? I wasn’t staying here? Where was he
taking me now? “This does present a little problem, but I am sure I
can think of something.” He forced me to stand up and walked me
about eight steps. “I’m going to leave you alone to let you take care
of your bathroom needs. I’m sure you know what that means,” he
chuckled again. “There is a toothbrush on the counter, it’s new,
don’t worry. I would like you to brush your teeth and your hair. I
have a new hair brush here as well, and some hair things, if you want
to use them. Same as yesterday, I’m leaving, knock when you’re
done.” A few seconds later, I heard the door shut. I removed the
blind fold and found myself in the bathroom again. I used the toilet,
brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a ponytail. I washed my face
and found some deodorant and put it on.
I didn’t want to take long because I was sure he would be
angry, but I didn’t want to rush back out to him either. Reluctantly I
knocked on the door. He opened it and took my arm. We walked
longer this time, and I could sense we were not in the bedroom
anymore. He forced me to sit down, and I felt something cover my
lap. I could hear him close to me, but couldn’t tell how close. I heard
some whispering, but couldn’t make out any of the words.
“I thought we could have breakfast in the dining room before
I take you to where you will be staying. But sense you’re wearing the
blind fold, I am going to have to feed you. Tell me, do you like
scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, or sausage?” He was waiting for
an answer. I decided to be brave, although my bravery got me
smacked in the face last night.
“You could always remove the blind fold, sir.” I waited for
him to say something. I heard him breathe out.
“Yes, that would be easier wouldn’t it? But let’s just do this
my way okay? Do you like any of those foods I just listed?” he asked
again.
“Yes, sir.”
“Which ones?” he sounded impatient.
“All of them, sir.” He chuckled.
“Good. How about eggs first,” he proceeded to feed me
breakfast. The food was delicious, but it was weird to have someone
feed me. After a few moments of silence, he handed me a glass. “Its
orange juice,” he helped me lift it to my lips. “Tell me when you’ve
had enough,” he whispered. I nodded, and he didn’t correct me for
not saying sir. He continued to feed me until I told him to stop. I
heard him moving around, but couldn’t tell what he was doing. Then
I heard other people talking, asking questions and him giving them
instructions. Apparently we were where ever we were going, and we
were now getting off the boat.
I wondered where we were in the world. Was I still in Paris,
or even in Europe? Had I been taken back to the states or maybe to
the Middle East? I had no idea. I had been drugged, blind folded and
taken to so many places I could have been anywhere. He instructed
someone to take his bags.
“What about this, sir?” a male voice said.
“Yes, that too. It belongs to the girl,” said Sir. Belongs to the
girl? To me? He has something of mine? I started biting the skin on
the inside of my cheek thinking about what he could possibly have of
mine. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to make faces like that, or
it will freeze that way?” He laughed. He was very close to my face.
He helped me stand up and instructed me to step in some slippers
he had on the floor in front of me. He put a coat with a hood on me
and we started walking. “Keep your head down, and everything will
be fine,” he spoke softly. Where ever we were going, he didn’t want
anyone to see my face with a blind fold, and he didn’t want me to
scream or yell, or draw any attention to myself.
I thought of the ruckus I had caused when I was in training,
and the punishment I received. I decided to remain quiet. We walked
for a while and then he helped me into a car. I heard him talking to
another man, and then I felt him beside me. He touched my thigh
when he put my seat belt on me and didn’t move his hand the whole
trip. For some crazy reason I felt a little at ease knowing he was with
me. We drove for about fifteen minutes in silence, and then again he
was helping me out. I stepped up some steps, walked some more,
and then was told I was about to go up a staircase. There were about
twenty seven steps, I counted on the way up, but forgot what
number I was on when I heard a female voice. She spoke in Spanish
and he replied in English. He told her his trip was fine, the house
looked lovely as always and that I was going in the room, not to be
bothered. The room. The way he said it was like he had done this
before. I wondered if this room would be like the ‘room’ I was held in
before. I heard some beeping, and then a door opened.
We took three steps and heard more beeping and another
door opened. We took three more steps then he stopped me. I
couldn’t see where I was but I knew it was nothing like before. I
could tell this room had windows, and I could smell fresh flowers and
maybe even a vanilla scented candle. Then I could feel him standing
in front of me. I looked down and I could see his feet through the
bottom of my blind fold. He was wearing flip flops. He had pretty
feet, nice nails, and a trail of birds tattooed on one foot and a small
four leaf clover on the other.
“This room has an intercom system, so when I return I will
instruct you to put on your blind fold. While you are in here alone,
you may leave it off. I hope you like the accommodations.” I saw his
feet move, and felt him behind me. “The windows are sound proof
and bullet proof, so don’t think about screaming or throwing the
chair at them. Feel free to look around. You’re welcome to shower if
you want, the bathroom is fully stocked.” He stepped really close to
me. I felt his manhood at my back, and his mouth on my ear.
“Since you’re not an idiot, Norah, I know I don’t have to give
you specific instructions for the shower.” I was shocked he used my
real name. I hadn’t heard my real name in weeks. I had been called
‘fucking whore’, ‘bitch’, ‘cunt’, ‘slut’ and now ‘little one’ but since the
very first week of this nightmare I hadn’t heard my real name. It sent
chills down my spine. I heard the door shut and just stood there. I
don’t know how much time past, but I didn’t want to move. I was
scared of what I would find when I removed the blindfold. I had been
kept in a dungeon like place, in a warehouse chained to a wall, in a
cell while I slept, even taken to a brothel and told if I didn’t start
behaving I would have to work there.
Now I was here, wherever this was, it was where I was going
to be for a while, I assumed. I was going to be here in this space,
until this man got tired of me and either killed me or passed me on
to someone else. Then I heard his voice again.
“It’s alright, little one. You’re alone. You can take the blind
fold off.” I jumped when I heard his voice.
I still didn’t want to move, but I also feared that if I didn’t he
would be angry. I took off the blind fold, took a deep breath and
opened my eyes. The light from the windows was almost too much
for me and I instantly squinted and held my hand over my eyes. They
adjusted after a few seconds and I saw the most beautiful room I had
ever seen. The walls were dark Moroccan blue, with white crown
and chair molding all around the whole room. To my right there was
a big, maybe queen size bed, with a coral comforter, and coral,
white, tan, and blue pillows. On the same wall were two night stands
both white, one with a clock, the other with a cherry wood lamp. On
the same wall as the door to the room was a dresser with a mirror. It
was white, and on top of it was a framed picture of a black horse.
I opened the top drawer and there was underwear, bras,
tank tops, and socks. I looked at the bras and laughed a little. It was
nice he had given me that much credit in the boob area, but my
breasts were smaller than that. I opened the next drawer and found
night gowns, pajama pants, and what looked like workout clothes.
The last drawer had a few pairs of jeans and some t-shirts. I
wondered how he had managed to buy me clothes in a day. I turned
back to the room. To the left was a large built in desk/bookcase. In
the middle was a small desk with a white wicker chair. There was a
large computer sitting on the desk, but I had no illusions that it
actually worked. There was a pad of paper, but nothing to write with
next to the computer. The bookcases were full of books, from classic
novels to trashy romances, as well as movies, from romantic
comedies to horror films. I noticed beside the nightstand to the left
of the bed, was a glass door outlined in white wood. I walked over
and turned the light on. It was a closet, it was a beautiful closet. The
kind you see in the closet ads. It was all white, with shelves of maybe
ten pairs of shoes, a section for long formal wear, of which there was
none; a section for short clothes, of which there was about five
shirts, capri pants, and skirts hanging. The section for longer clothes
had some dresses and some casual pants. It wasn’t full by any
means, but it was still heaven. There were several drawers but I
didn’t open them.
I closed the door, and walked over to the door next to the
bookcase on the right. It too was mostly glass. Behind this door was
big bathroom with a nice walk in shower with a built in bench and a
huge bathtub that looked like I could swim in it. The counter space
was amazing, and the cabinets were stocked with everything a girl
could want, from makeup, hair products, and toiletry items. I
decided after I finished exploring I would take a nice hot shower.
Walking back out in the room, I walked toward the last door, on the
left of the bookcase. I tried to open it, but it wouldn’t open. It was
the only door not made of glass. I gave up and went to the windows.
The view was glorious! The yard was huge, large patio, flowers, even
what looked a garden. It seemed to go on forever. I thought I could
see a barn in the distance. I did see white fencing that went on for
miles. It took my breath away. Then I had a sad feeling.
You’re out in the middle of nowhere, Norah. No one will hear you
scream. No one will find you. He can do whatever he wants, and no
one can stop him. This room is a ruse to make you think you’re safe.
You belong to him now.
I wrapped my arms around myself and tried not to cry.
Taking a tour of this beautiful room had helped me escape my
nightmare for just a moment. But all the nice bedding and books in
the world couldn’t change what I had become, or was going to
become. This man was going to hurt me, rape me, and make me his
slave. He was even going to try to brain wash me into thinking I liked
it. The closest I had ever come to sex was me and Randy Jenkins in
his back seat when I was 16 years old. But poor Randy got too
excited to fast and it ended before it began. I wasn’t even sure I
would have gone through with it anyway. I cringed thinking this man
would hurt me, he was experienced, and he wouldn’t care if I said
no, or wasn’t ready. It probably turned him on thinking how not
ready I was. I tried to block it out while I took a long shower.
As I dried off I heard his voice and again I jumped. He
instructed me to put the blind fold on so he could come talk to me.
I did as he asked. Two minutes later I heard the door open. I
was standing at the end of the bed, wrapped in my towel. I felt his
