5 years a slave

Chapter 4

beep........beep.........beep

I groaned at the noise coming from the alarm clock and sleepily reach to where the noise was coming from, my fingers come into contact with a cold metal clock that read 9 am, slamming the clocks off button, I slowly let myself fall back into a deep slumber....

I woke up because of the smell of hot food wafting in from a kitchen, it smelt delicious and my tummy agreed with its loud slurping noises making me feel for Marie, her mum usually cooked us breakfast in the mornings and I was excited already thinking about it, slipping my hand across the bed to find Marie, I felt nothing but space and silk.........

silk?

I abruptly open my eyes allowing the sun to burn them for a few moments, allowing my eyes to adjust I take in my surroundings, cream walls with a big beautiful window that showed off the amazing garden outside, deep purple silk bedsheets which were beautiful but probably extremely slippery, the floor was white marble it was so shiny I could see my face.

shit s**t s**t and more f*****g s**t.

Memories run back through my mind reminding me of what happened, I could feel tears streaming down my face from anger towards the doctor who violated me in the alleyway, using my hands I feel my face making sure no damage is done, when I have assured myself, I move on to my t**s then p***y then the other areas of my body, I still have my dress and underwear on and there is no substance inside my underwear or on my dress the bed is stain free so it’s safe to say he did not r**e me but I couldn't be sure.

Turning around the room to observe my surrounding I could see a door which was open and connected to the bedroom I peep inside and see a built-in bathroom, I practically ran hoping there was a mirror inside, it was the first thing I noticed as I turn towards the big flashing mirror and turned on the lights around it using a socket with a sudden flash the bright lights beamed proudly showing me every mark and bruise on my body. I stared at myself for a while.

The girl in the mirror looked ... awful, horrendous like she was out a horror movie.

My hair, as usual, was like a lion main, I could see it needed a deep shampooing which brought my attention to the shower I eyed a good branded shampoo bottle in the mirror, my eyes were swollen with black and silver all around the bottom and top of my eye from my eyeshadow and mascara, my lips were swollen with little teeth marks on the outside......

Looking down at my neck, little bruises had appeared they seem to have travelled from my neck down to my chest and onto my arms and legs but the bruises on my arms and legs looked different, they must be from when the doctor gripped me?

Without thinking I slip out of all my clothing and shower allowing the dirt of that man wash away down the drain, I scrubbed my hair with this extremely expensive shampoo and conditioner but one thing springs to mind though the thuds of my headache.

Marie.

Where the f**k was Marie!?

Scrambling out the shower seeing I looked ten times better then before I wrap myself inside a huge robe and decided to grab Marie and go, hurrying letting my hair dripping behind me I could feel the fear inside my bones, down in the pit of my stomach, with the way it was twisting and doing backflips I begin tip towing down the long hallway.

Marie........Marie, I whisper hoping she is awake, the hallway consisted of 4 doors and I could see one was another bathroom from the crack in the door.

‘MARIE!!’, I scream whisper hoping she was somewhere.

come on, come on, come on.

Bile rose in my throat from the fear churning inside my stomach doing backflips. Something wasn't right, I could feel it, I swallowed my bile and continued because I knew throw up would only bring more attention to myself.

I arrived at the second bedroom door, I cracked it slightly open to see a beautiful Spanish lady, mid-twenties maybe 25-26, she looked horrified when her eyes met with mine.

' eres tan joven ' she whispered to herself.

Slowly she walked towards me and I studied her, she was tall, at least 4 inches bigger than me but she must have only weighed 120 pounds, she is very petite. Her hair flowed to her shoulders which was tied back in a pretty plait, she had dark skin with a face that was very pretty, her dark blue eyes shone brightly with her big lips. ‘I'm sorry my Spanish isn't that good' I whisper back to her slowly hoping she understands; she didn't reply she just pulled her perfect eyebrows together.

Shit just my luck to be stuck with a person who doesn't speak my language, I studied Spanish when I was in high school and received a low c, hopefully I could remember something in this f*****g critical time, with a heavy sigh I try again.

'me hmmm yo look mira for para friend amigo' I try explaining while trying to show actions with my hands and body to show my meaning but the young lady simply placed a delicate finger on her mouth gesturing for me to be quiet, she slipped out the room and my heart raced quickly again, beating faster and faster like a drum inside my chest I was sure the world could hear my heart and probably smell my fear as my palms began to sweat, after the longest 5 minutes of my life the lady returns.

‘I'm sorry miss it's just us' she whispered softly, she had a strong accent which I’m assuming was a Spanish accent due to her speaking Spanish earlier, looking down I could see she was wearing a clean white t-shirt with a pair of dark denim shorts and white vans.

Her room was definitely homelier than the one I slept in, she had pictures of herself and places, books, a tv, gaming consoles, slippers that looked warn out but comfy, she even had a hamster cage. Lifting my hand in hers, I looked up to see her eyes they were wide with worry and grief for something but she gives nothing away as I wipe one of her tears that is running down her cheek, this was such a intimate act for two complete strangers to be doing, however I could feel her loneliness somehow.

'amigo where are we' I wondered out loud, I could see worry in her eyes as another tear rolls down her cheek onto her chest, I could see she did not want to reply to this question and the fear inside me roiled up again making my bones ache, with fear of the unknown, it had to be bad but she seemed well looked after, she seemed like she had everything, I try again 'how good is your English' no reply so I try my Spanish again 'qué tan bueno es tu inglés' this time I sounded more forceful like I was angry but I could tell it was the fear choking me up, making me think the worst.

She turned her back to me studying her watch 'dijo que estaría aquí dentro de la próxima hora para ver si estás despierto y para hablarte Lo siento, estamos atrapados' she turns around looking for a response and when I don't have one for her she signs loudly showing her irritation 'he said he would be here within the next hour to see if you are awake and to speak to you…. I'm... sorry' she gulped.

She was sure as hell irritating but she had obviously needed someone like a friend, I slowly turn towards the exit, hoping she would not take offense 'thanks' I mumbled before heading out into the small hallway and down the stairs, it was just as beautiful down here, marble flooring with soft rugs, creamy walls that looked like that they had just been painted, a big flat screen tv with all accessories a household would ever need, the sofa was a deep blue almost black, that looked inviting with its cushions and big throws.

I could see Marie was not here and that took an edge off my fear knowing she could be safe, making my way to the kitchen I now see a man cooking. Doctor musk or doctor Edward or does he go by doctor John?

I move towards him slowly watching my steps I did not want to irritate the man but I could tell he knew my presence with my heavy breathing, he was oblivious to my raging state.

'WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ALL ABOUT!!' I cursed angrily towards him slamming my hand on the table trying to frighten this man.

'Excuse me' he looked at me with shock written all over his face as if he didn't even think I would appear in his house next to him as if this was a big surprise to him too, he wasn't expecting what I did next.

Raising my hand and gathering all the power I could muster I slapped him on his cheek, I felt slightly better at the red mark that was now forming on his perfect cheek, I could feel my smirk appear on my lips obviously pleased with myself.

'you bastard I told you no and no means f*****g NO!' I snapped angrily, he stood there scanning me for a few moments then returned to his task of cooking, not the reaction I wanted however I study for a door wanting to get the hell out of here....... after a few moments, I saw it was connected to the back of the room, but it was no normal front door it was a high-tech door that needed some code or card to get out.......

Returning to the kitchen there was food on a plate opposite him, but he also had a plate of food himself, he gives me an intense gaze and I squirmed under his eyes.

'I love a feisty women' He grinned while shoving food into his mouth. my cheeks were now flaming hot, thanks to his comment and his eyes scanning my body as if undressing me with his eyes.......

I cough loudly gaining his attention 'thank you for the hospitality but I must leave’ though gritting teeth I sound hisser then I meant to, but I don't care anymore my blood was boiling. Stroking his beard, he let out a laugh that went on for at least three minutes and only stopped when he could not breathe any longer.

'Eat baby' he chuckled while digging into his own food, this was not the reaction I was looking for but playing my cards wisely and wanting to be as polite as possible I sit myself down watching him shovel food into his mouth, I soon follow suit and my tummy thanks me for it, it was delighted to have something in my system making me feel better already, we sat in silence for a while, I was trying to make it as awkward as possible so he didn't expect me to stick around.

'I bet you are a little c*m slut, do you do this often?' he smirked, I knew he was trying to get a reaction out of me, so I played along with his game 'nope' I whisper back hoping to stop this conversation.

He slowly bites his bottom lip; I froze as I took in the sight in front of me. Gorgeous, he was a gorgeous young man with a lot of brains he obviously has some weird fantasy for drunk young women, but I’m sure he's not a total creep, but I wait for him to speak 'I bet you have f****d a lot of men Jessica tell me' he paused cupping my chin making me look him in the eyes 'did they make you scream with pleasure?'

I held his gaze not wanting to let him win by making me feel uncomfortable with the pool of moisture now gleaming over my p***y turning me on.

no, no, NO.......... stop this I can't think like this........

'I’ve never f****d a man that has given me pleasure so it's a no' I reply, his face looks hungry as he stands up, apparently, he felt the hunger like me, pulling me towards him he slapped a hungry kiss on my lips, I, of course, did not open my mouth to allow him access to my tongue but he swiftly yanked at my hair making me release my clenched teeth, he uses his tongue to explore my mouth, he started sucking my tongue, he made sure to stroke every inch of my mouth with his tongue, his mouth moves to my neck as he starts kissing and biting he tried to reach for my n****e but I squeal.

'My name is Anna I am 17 and a college student who is also a virgin please don't hurt me' I once read in an article making the attacker aware of who you are and your age can sometimes stop attaches.

My confession was out there and it hung there for 90 seconds, his panting from our intense kiss was all that was between us, his face turned from hot lust to hurting to fury, within seconds I was pinned against the glass table, with such pressure my n*****s burned at the touch of the glass making them so hard and painful 'you’re a tease' he spat at me, I could feel his arms shaking with rage as he gripped my arms pulling me against the glass table.

'P-P-PLEASE STOP!' I scream as he slams me again against the cold table, his breathing was harsh and ragged, I could see in the reflection of the table he was smirking at my reaction 'punishment for lying little girl' he whispers in my ear while pulling at my left n****e making a moan slip from my mouth, he chuckled rubbing the n****e between his thumb and finger and yanking it again against my robe.

'My little c*m slut'