the
large bed. Not wanting to further torment her with his touch, he’d placed her
down and immediately stepped away. Although she would need to learn to accept
the touch of a stranger, to obey his commands; tonight, he would let her sleep,
so that she could better accept the fate that had been handed to her.
Her entire body was bathed in shadow, only a large black
mass existed where he knew she lay; but still, he couldn’t look away. Achingly,
his heart went out to this gentle musician; one who’d done nothing wrong, who’d
dedicated her life to her music. She knew nothing of the evils that awaited
her, the futility of existing as nothing more than property … an object to be
used and tossed aside. Aaron knew he had to do something for the poor mouse,
anything that could keep her moderately safe, while not seeming to defy his
father’s instructions. Even though she was veiled by the cold, darkness of the
room, he could see her body tremble at his presence.
“I truly am sorry for this, Madeleine.” His voice was
nothing more than a whisper as he stepped out into the hall, softly shutting
and locking the door behind him.
Aaron’s steps were surefooted and strong as he marched down
the corridor to the living room. Xander silently fell
in step behind him, matching each of Aaron’s steps with his own. Shutting the
doors to the hallway, Aaron continued forward, directly through the living room
and through the doors of his office. He took a seat behind his large desk,
leaning back into his chair while steepling his
fingers before touching the tips of his index fingers to his mouth. Xander moved to sit in one of the large wingback chairs
opposite Aaron, the smooth surface of the desk creating a barrier between the
two men.
Silence, a heavy weight hanging over their heads, Xander finally spoke. “I’m sorry for my actions earlier. I
thought you would want the woman bound. She could easily break the windows to
attempt escape.”
Aaron’s eyes ran over the tapestries and paintings that
adorned the walls of his office. His mind was a ticking machine as he pondered
how he would handle his father’s gift. Finally coming to a decision, he turned
suddenly to face Xander across the large wooden
expanse of the desk. “Even if she were to able to break one of those windows,
we both know she would not make it off the grounds of the compound. She would
be found … returned.”
“But in what condition?”
A humorless laugh escaped Aaron as he responded, “Now, THAT, Xander , is something I intend to take care of this
evening.” His movement was fluid as he stood, crossing the room, expecting
fully that Xander would follow. He stopped suddenly,
twisting to look over his shoulder at his best friend. “Don’t tell me you meant
to protect her with those chains …. ” His voice
carried an air of mockery. “Have you come to care about our little mouse?”
Bowing his head slightly, Xander responded, “She is so weak, Aaron. I wonder how she will survive.” Aaron was
shocked at Xander’s confession. Although he knew his
best friend and first guard was, at the core, a moral man, he’d never witnessed
him show concern for anyone’s safety but Aaron’s.
“She’ll survive; but I’ll need to speak with daddy to make sure of it.” Xander’s eyes widened in response to Aaron’s statement, but
he faithfully fell in step behind him nonetheless. The two men traveled the
distance from Aaron’s apartment to the ballroom where he knew he would still
find his father, piss drunk and covered with whores. Now was the perfect
opportunity to cement another rule in this game. His father wanted nothing more
than to corrupt his son with his gift, but Aaron wanted to publicly ensure that
no one was to touch Madeleine beside himself. If he could get his father to
agree to the new condition in front of the members of the Estate, his father
would have to honor that condition, forbidding every man at the compound to
touch that which was
large bed. Not wanting to further torment her with his touch, he’d placed her
down and immediately stepped away. Although she would need to learn to accept
the touch of a stranger, to obey his commands; tonight, he would let her sleep,
so that she could better accept the fate that had been handed to her.
Her entire body was bathed in shadow, only a large black
mass existed where he knew she lay; but still, he couldn’t look away. Achingly,
his heart went out to this gentle musician; one who’d done nothing wrong, who’d
dedicated her life to her music. She knew nothing of the evils that awaited
her, the futility of existing as nothing more than property … an object to be
used and tossed aside. Aaron knew he had to do something for the poor mouse,
anything that could keep her moderately safe, while not seeming to defy his
father’s instructions. Even though she was veiled by the cold, darkness of the
room, he could see her body tremble at his presence.
“I truly am sorry for this, Madeleine.” His voice was
nothing more than a whisper as he stepped out into the hall, softly shutting
and locking the door behind him.
Aaron’s steps were surefooted and strong as he marched down
the corridor to the living room. Xander silently fell
in step behind him, matching each of Aaron’s steps with his own. Shutting the
doors to the hallway, Aaron continued forward, directly through the living room
and through the doors of his office. He took a seat behind his large desk,
leaning back into his chair while steepling his
fingers before touching the tips of his index fingers to his mouth. Xander moved to sit in one of the large wingback chairs
opposite Aaron, the smooth surface of the desk creating a barrier between the
two men.
Silence, a heavy weight hanging over their heads, Xander finally spoke. “I’m sorry for my actions earlier. I
thought you would want the woman bound. She could easily break the windows to
attempt escape.”
Aaron’s eyes ran over the tapestries and paintings that
adorned the walls of his office. His mind was a ticking machine as he pondered
how he would handle his father’s gift. Finally coming to a decision, he turned
suddenly to face Xander across the large wooden
expanse of the desk. “Even if she were to able to break one of those windows,
we both know she would not make it off the grounds of the compound. She would
be found … returned.”
“But in what condition?”
A humorless laugh escaped Aaron as he responded, “Now, THAT, Xander , is something I intend to take care of this
evening.” His movement was fluid as he stood, crossing the room, expecting
fully that Xander would follow. He stopped suddenly,
twisting to look over his shoulder at his best friend. “Don’t tell me you meant
to protect her with those chains …. ” His voice
carried an air of mockery. “Have you come to care about our little mouse?”
Bowing his head slightly, Xander responded, “She is so weak, Aaron. I wonder how she will survive.” Aaron was
shocked at Xander’s confession. Although he knew his
best friend and first guard was, at the core, a moral man, he’d never witnessed
him show concern for anyone’s safety but Aaron’s.
“She’ll survive; but I’ll need to speak with daddy to make sure of it.” Xander’s eyes widened in response to Aaron’s statement, but
he faithfully fell in step behind him nonetheless. The two men traveled the
distance from Aaron’s apartment to the ballroom where he knew he would still
find his father, piss drunk and covered with whores. Now was the perfect
opportunity to cement another rule in this game. His father wanted nothing more
than to corrupt his son with his gift, but Aaron wanted to publicly ensure that
no one was to touch Madeleine beside himself. If he could get his father to
agree to the new condition in front of the members of the Estate, his father
would have to honor that condition, forbidding every man at the compound to
touch that which was
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