Captured.

Who Am I?

The burning of my cheeks only grew as I stood there watching him do his work, not caring that he was the cause of all of this. I can only imagine what my face looks like at the moment with my make-up smeared across my face from me rubbing it gently. "Here", he held out his hand and I took from his grasp a cloth that contained some ice cubes. The feel of it against my cheeks made me melt into my own touch as it cooled the heat oozing from it. "Let me do it", my body tensed as I snapped out of my trance making sure my eyes focussed on the floor. With one hand he held the cloth against my cheek and with the other he held my chin up so that we were making eye contact with one another. 

"Today you will only be cleaning six of my guest's rooms so that you have an idea of what you will be doing every day only having more rooms each time. I will give you a phone so that you may only receive calls from me if I need you. As for your other duties to me, I can tell that right now you are loving my touch on your skin". He just had to go and reck it, just as I was enjoying his small acts of kindness. A small laugh erupted from him as he walked back round to his desk and opened the drawer pulling out a phone and a list that was slipped into the case. I reached out my hand to take them and placed them in the back pockets of my shorts, just as I turned to walk away he pulled my arm, spinning me until I hit his chest. By this point, my heart was pounding as he traced his one hand down my arm and then back up as softly as he could, showing no anger towards me. I stepped away and walked towards the door, I have chores to do after all but I could see he wasn't pleased with me getting ready to leave. "Emma", I turned around to face him, my hand resting on the door ready to open it and leave. "Your top is undone", my cheeks flushed red as I looked down and he wasn't wrong as both the string around my neck and back had come undone. He didn't seem to mind as he sat laughing at me whilst staring at my front. 

That vile man how dare he look at me the way he did, how could he not tell me that my top was undone. Moreover, how could I let him touch me the way he did, before this, I used to hate men touching me and I would push them away immediately. He is no different Emma, he bought you and will use you to his own desires without a care in the world about your own feelings. I took the list from my phone and followed the directions until I reached the first room, knocking before I entered. Thankfully nobody was there but the state of the room, how on earth am I supposed to do this in an hours time span. Starting with the empty blood bags around the room I began to pile them up in rubbish bags by the door. Then it was onto the dirty clothes that I put in the wash basket so they were ready to be collected. 

The more I did the easier it became until I reached my final room, so far nobody was in the rooms I was cleaning and I hoped that this was the same. I knocked and waited for a response but there was nothing so I opened the door and entered. The room was decorated so similar to my own that I almost believed it was my own. I had no time to waste so I began to clean each corner of the room. When I reached the last corner of the room I knocked something from the side and luckily it was nothing fragile. I bent down and reached to pick it up but as it fell open I couldn't control my instincts and I looked at the name in the top corner. "Saxon", who is that, will I get to meet him soon? I quickly rushed and put the book back into place before cleaning the last of the section off. "Emma", I jumped at his name and ended up bashing my toe against the bed, I erupted into a fit of ouches before sitting down on the floor rubbing it gently trying to ease the pain. "Master what are you doing here I have another two hours before I have to be serving dinner don't I", he coughed as I could tell he was trying to hold in his laughter before walking to the side of the bed to look down at my situation. "Well I was about to ask what you're doing in my room but I forgot I gave it to you on your list to clean", his room! He is Saxon? "Your room", I looked around at the decor and it all began to make sense of why it looked like mine because that in the corner is the door that leads to my room. How could I have been so stupid to not notice it sooner? "Yes my room, and if you make it look this good perhaps I should have you here much more often, by the looks of it on your knees as well", on my knees? Oh, that slimy devil how dare he presumes I will be on my knees in his room, no that is not me. "I can hear your negativity don't forget Emma. It wouldn't be as bad as you think you know, you would be begging me by the end of it. "I highly doubt it", he pulled me up to my feet and looked into my eyes, "Is that a challenge Emma?"  Without warning his lips came crashing down onto mine and I began to start pushing his chest with my hands but as time passed I found myself giving up fighting and started to move my hands across his chest. I could feel his smile against my lips as he knew that something had changed within me, I can't control it. He started walking backwards whilst holding me close, our lips fighting for control that of course, he was winning. We made it to the bed and I was sat on his lap when suddenly, it was as if I was back in control as me. I started to shake my head and pushed him as much as I could before standing up and making my way to the other side of the room where I could see my door just millimetres away from me. "I can't. I made a promise to myself that I will lose my virginity to the one I love when I choose to, I will not be a slave forever I will be able to leave", the anger-fueled up in his body and I could see he had lost his patience with me. His feet started pressing against the floorboards, his whole body inches away from me but I backed up as much as possible until I was pressed against the wall, his body barricading me. 

                                                               "You will be begging for me soon".