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Her nakedness making her vulnerable, her hands trembling, she shrunk back as the Master reached forward and roughly grabbed her face, forcing her to raise her gaze to meet his. The gentleness gone now, his eyes burnt as fiercely as the fire in the room once had, not with lust but loathing, the anger apparent through those blue portals.
His hand raised. She gasped as it whooshed through the air before falling sharply across her face. The tears welled in her eyes, almost spilling down her cheeks, but held back by a mixture of pride and anger. Her anger was not only at this man for striking the blow, but also, more bitterly, at her Mother. She had lied, “They will not harm you.” The words resounded through her mind. She deserved to be punished. She accepted that by now, but not like this surely. Her anger at those words now outweighed the feelings the slap had produced. How could her Mother have lied to her?
” Whore,” he spat at her. The words slowly registered, confusing her still more. The word she had spoken was wrong, but she was no whore. She had done his son’s bidding, nothing less and nothing more. She had obeyed just as her Mother had told her to. Why? Why, was he treating her this way?
She winced as he raised his hands once more, closing her eyes as she waited for the flesh-to- flesh contact.
It didn’t come. Cautiously she opened her eyes, unsure as to what sight would meet them, sure that he would hit her again. His finger gestured toward her, his eyes burning through hers. Handing her her clothes, he motioned that she should dress. She needed no second bidding, obeying without question now, wanting only to please him, the ache that gnawed at her jaw serving its purpose, sharpening her mind.
Together they left the cottage. Thunder stood proud and strong at the gate, the other steed gone. He mounted Thunder and pulled her behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, taking some comfort from the closeness of his body as he urged Thunder forward, pressing his heels deep into the horse’s withers.
Thunder responded, soon reaching full gallop, the ride exhilarating, and the speed phenomenal. The stables were reached too soon, her feeling of freedom short lived. The stable lad rushed out to meet them and she recognized him immediately. Standing in front of Thunder was the same fresh-faced lad who had pleasured her that afternoon. She blushed scarlet at the memory of his actions. Dismounting quickly, the Master took her hand and helped her down. His action seemed strange; it was as though the ride had dissipated his anger to some degree.
Hastily he led her through the same courtyard and passages she had traveled with his son earlier that day. He led her into a small unfamiliar room, deep within the bowels of the large house. This was unlike any room that she had ever encountered before, a small damp room, the walls bare, no furnishings of any kind, the ceilings low–just a bare damp room. Why had he brought her here?
He beckoned her closer to him and she obeyed. His hand reached forward, his eyes told his intention was not to hurt her. Her garments dro