Chapter 4

Baby's Point of View

Now that Charles has the sole key to my freedom, the stakes are much greater, he has my son. Remembering that I am now a mother and that I am much more capable than I am now proving to myself. The trance machine has left my vision hazy. I had to leave it close for an hour, and taking me an extra six hours before I could feel my whole body's sensation but even then that didn't stop Charles from taking me.

"Charles" my voice was so low and husky, I utter as I sense his presence. I struggle to keep my eyes awake but as it opens and shuts I can tell that my body is elevated and mounted from something. I close my eyes for a few seconds for the motion is giving me a headache from the way I was hanging.

The next time I open my eyes for a few seconds, I see Charles moving about me, directing some kind of substance toward me. Nothing except a familiar compression wave, like a cable being spun, similar to what we do on the field when we're attempting to scale a wall, was audible to me.

Then suddenly I hear a slap but I'm glad I don't feel it, I slowly open my eyes again to look up and Charles had ropes tangled perfectly tight on my wrist and another loud slap sound anchoring my ankles. At this point, I no longer bother opening my eyes, For I am sure that all of my limbs are now spread perfectly binding me in place, If I was able to feel my body, I would be for sure be withering in fear.

I hear more slapping, which has been going on for a long time. After all the movement he's done, Charles exhales, "Your pussy is so fucking gorgeous," he exclaims as he heaves with pleasure. To my dismay, I hear some sort of snapping sound from an old camera, which I immediately dismiss.

My tears are now streaming down my cheeks as I think he has managed to capture me at my most vulnerable state. I kept my eyes closed the whole time and waited through all of the groans and grunts, thinking that he had begun to devour my body. "We will do this again when you get your sensation back." was the last thing I heard him say. These words weren't just words, what I've learned from Charles is that when he let out words from his mouth, It would become a reality.

I sat up on the bed, not surprised at finding myself naked. I feel a little discomfort in between my legs and the headaches is still pretty much around. I let out a deep groan from the pain. I quickly pulled up the sheet on my chest when I didn't realize a woman in a white dress sitting on the footing edge of the bed, waving her hands rapidly in the air. I felt embarrassed and relieved as it's a  good indication that I am no longer in the trance and back in the world of air swiping.

"Finally you're awake" I felt the bed mattress rise as she stood up not looking at me, continuing on with her air swiping, her back is turned, all I could see is her long deep red locks and you could hear the sharp clicking of her heels as it echoes in this huge room with so much space in-between furniture. 

"Where's Anthony?" That was the first question I asked, assuming she knew who I am and why I am here but before she could answer another attendant came inside and walked fast to me wearing the same uniform like all the other attendants I have come across from the past.

She sprayed an odorless mist liquid directly at my face.

"For the headache" the attendant simply said seeing my surprise reaction.

She took out something from the box she brought in and held up a white dress for me to wear along with the smart contacts. I was fast to take in the smart contact lenses. Right away the walls in this room are full of holographic buttons.

"Underwear please" the attendant lightly shook her head remembering that Charles didn't like me wearing any, My attention reverted back to the red-headed woman as she let out a loud chuckle.

When I saw her face for the first time, my eyes widened and my mouth fell open in utter surprise. She has many of my physical characteristics. Blinking many times, it seemed like my eyes were playing tricks on me. I'm really baffled as to who this lady stands in front of me and why she looks like me, although I could tell she's a lot younger than me with her very curvy body.

"You need to start moving, Charles is waiting for us!" Her eyes narrowed while she pinched her lips, outright showing her irritation. Reminding me of how Rich would react. She is just another Rich that I have to deal with. As I was about to ask her a question, on cue, Rich walks in, I forgot how good they are at knowing when my body starts to be conscious and ready for another torture.

"What is taking you so long-" Rich stops his questioning once he sees the redheaded woman. "Of course it's you, leave this room now!" His eye rolled directing at her as she flips her hair and walked out of the room.

Rich looking at me for a few seconds without addressing me just like old times. "Get her ready in two minutes." He says to the attendant then Rich air swipes a command sending me a hologram monitor that has a clickable button and he walks away as quickly, I"m guessing his opinion towards me, never changed if anything it might have gotten worst. I could tell that he is more pissed off at me from what my sister has done to him when she helped me escaped last time.

I clicked on the hologram and a video of Anthony pop up playing with another attendant, making me get out of bed, and snatched the white dress presented earlier. I walk closer to the hologram monitor and couldn't help but tear up.

I tried pressing on other buttons to check if I could find out, Anthony's location but turns out this smart contact has limited access to things. I sniffed a couple of times to stop more tears and composed myself. I followed the scared-looking attendant to an elevator.

It only took a few minutes for us to arrive at the location where Charles was waiting when the door smoothly slid open sideways revealing another huge room with the same high ceiling. I could tell there's a system that's lurking up there perhaps another mechanical engineered artificial robot of some kind and a long black glass table that looks like has a lot of button function that can be used with an air swipe.

I could tell that the redhead with the same face as me, who was sitting on Charles' lap at the far end of the room, was watching me.

As I get closer to them, the woman starts hugging him and kissing his face. I move closer to them. I came to a halt in my tracks, a knot in my stomach tightening around my stomach. Charles's eyes never left mine from the moment I walked into the dining room.

As soon as I saw Charles smile and flirt with her, my breathing became more rapid. What is this sick game that he wants to play again? I continued my walking trying not to show I'm affected as I know this is another test and seeing my son is my first priority. 

The attendant slid the chair for me to have a seat. Once I sat down, on cue, another attendant served a full set of plated tiny meals in front of me, one is even lit on fire. As always everything is plated elegantly. 

Charles got up, making the redhead walk on the other side of the table to sit down on her own chair while he sat on the edge of the table right in front of me, situating his legs putting my body in between it.

He brushed his index fingers on my cheeks, It took a lot in me not to flinch and show disgust. He gripped my chin tightly as he bends over to lavish my mouth with his. His other hand is locked on my nape and his tongue is aggressive pushing inside me. He sucks my upper lips hard and moves along to ravishing my whole mouth that went on for a few minutes that felt like hours.

"I fucking miss those lips!" He says as he pulls away.

"Please Charles let me see my son, I want to hold him." I continued on asking not caring how desperately I sound.

"Pathetic," The woman in front of me said showing clear jealousy. She laughed loud, cutting me off. Charles looks at the woman and her laughing halted, She quickly gets up and walks away fast leaving us alone.

When He looked back at me. "Wh-" I was about to ask him some questions about who she is, but I stopped myself and decided not to start anything that might make him angry. Instead, I concentrate on inquiring about my son.

"Of course, That's Abby," Charles said with a lazy tone as if he's bored, not offering any other information, and continued on eating the meal served in front of us. I didn't bother him for any answers as to why Abby looked so much like me or why I was even here when he already had her. Is he really willing to go to such lengths as to make me feel like a fool and total failure?

I sigh quietly and just looked down on my lap as I'm not in any position to demand nor to piss off Charles and ruined my chance of seeing my son. I tried to come up with something to talk about that will lead to him answering questions about Anthony.

"Eat" I heard Charles say before I could roll a word out my tongue. At this point I'm frustrated, and badly wanting to see my son, a tear starts to roll down on one eye. Wiping it quickly.

I picked up the fork and knife and starts cutting the meal in front of me slowly. "Please may I see my- our son." I quickly corrected myself, making him look up to me.

"How badly do you want to see OUR son?" Those simple words gave me a shiver down my spine, remembering the last task he required for me to accomplish before I could see my sister.

"Charles I don't want to do that again." My answer was quick, I knew there's something I need to do for him before he would let me see Antony and it's definitely something hard to accomplish.

"I guess You don't really want to see him"

"Why are you doing this to me! Just let me and Anthony free. You- you have a new girl now so why don't you just have fun with her and just let us go-" I stopped my yelling when Charles abruptly got up from his seat, making me get up also and back away from him. I tripped on my heels, falling on my ass on the floor. 

Charles gets on top of me and grips my hair pulling me up close to his face, My hands flew immediately on his hand trying to alleviate the pain. 

"So having that tiny freedom makes you forget things with me," He says calmly, I see him ordering another command, he air-swiped for someone to prepare the trance machine.

I shook my head no, and just uttered a tiny please out of me. "I'm sorry, Please I just want to see our son. I-I just need to see him. I'm sorry forgive me." I apologized profusely doing my best to get his attention from going ahead with the order. I held his face close to mine, hugging it as if my life depended on it and He let out a chuckle.

If I don't succeed in persuading him not to put me back in the trance, who knows what age Anthony will be when he decides to let me out again? Just like that, I'm back at his mercy.

"You're sorry?." He got off of me and stood tall. "Prove it." I knew what he meant and by the way, he's looking at me, only one thing can appease him. 

I got on my knees and tried to compose myself. He then air swiped a command canceling the order on the trance machine.

And it quickly clicked on me that is the reason why I am allowed to have the smart contacts so that I would see his newfound threat in keeping me in line.

While I looked back at him for pity, I continued to unbuckle his trousers and gently peel them down while allowing his erect manhood to hang free. I began gently caressing it in the manner in which I recalled he like it.

I then continued to unbuckle his trousers and gently peel them down while looking back at him for compassion, but his coldness said otherwise. He really wants to humiliate me.

Allowing his erect manhood to be exposed. I began gently caressing it in the manner in which I recalled he like it. When he brushed his fingers through my hair, lifting my head just a bit before my lips could even contact his throbbing pink tip, there was a part of me that believed he'd changed his mind but he only stopped me to ask a question. One that he liked for me to engrave in my soul.

"Tell me, my WIFE! Who do you belong to?" he scrunches his fingers making me feel the burn on my scalp when he's mentioned the term wife, even more, demanding for me to answer him. I felt my chin trembled as I look at him with a darting gaze.

"Y-You! I belong to you, Charles."