BABY My heart raises as the pain of loosing the person I wanted to protect comes back to me. Peter's friendly manner gives me mockery of failing to protect the one person I cherish the most. I clenched my fist under the table, I feel it shaking real bad. "I knew you would look better in blonde." Brenda says while she gets up. "I will mess you up soon darling Baby." She says letting out a chuckle, bowing a little to Peter and walks away. I look at her in disgust hearing her creepy remarks, I decided not to saying anything, engaging will only provoke her to stay longer. "Still quiet are we?" Peter sits back on his chair and sips on his coffee. "Please eat." His tone was commanding. I looked at the table and I didn't see any knives as everything is pre-cut. Even the forks are tiny however my will to kill him grows every second. I can break the coffee cup and slit his throat with one of the pieces. A tall blonde server interrupted my train of thinking by appearing out of nowhere and b
CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW The Belle sister, as I've come to know that alias. Now it's only a matter of time before Baby's sister will come for her. I need to find her first before she can take my girl away from me. My idiot brother is so desperate that he will hire anyone without conducting his own background checks in order to get ahead. How the hell did Peter not know that these retrievers were under Madonna? Killing Madonna will create a fresh tempest; she is successful not just because of her skills, but also because of the lowlifes she has aided throughout her miserable life. This needs a load of planning for advance damage control before the word gets out she's been murdered. I swiped a command to activate a team and begin silencing anyone associated with Madonna. A true headache Madonna was, once she had crossed. I looked at her corpse, laying on a metal bed, ready for cremation. As soon as I walked away, I could hear them locking her body up to be turned into ashes. I'm sure
BABY To remain firm under this circumstances that I am in now is far from possible. Just one touch by Charles my body surrenders and melts on the spot. It's difficult to yield such misfortune which faith brought me. I have look into all my option and even death is out of the equation. So this is how my world is now! A world without our Aunt Madonna. Looking back the whole time, she's always been the one who has perfected each successful plan. I had it wrong all along, Carly and I didn't know what we were doing on the last pledge we have taken. I blame myself for I already knew that project was too easy, I should have put my foot down and fought Carly back to say no to that pledge. I woke up, as expected Charles has once again healed me with Nanogex. My hair is back to being dark again and he is nowhere to be found. I don't dare ask for him or where I am for its obvious they're too loyal or perhaps scared to tell my anything. I'm no longer in the city; He's brought me someplace I'l
CARLY'S POINT OF VIEW A nice cool snapping crisp sound echoed through the whole room as my boxing gloves met the long-hanging punch bag. This sound calms my nerves as another sleepless night knocks on me. I haven't worked out in a long time, and I can't recall the last time I did while I was attempting to concentrate on my breathing. As I prepare for the greatest battle of my life, I attempt to harness all of my rages and punch it out.I beat the bag with all of my strength, and every blow is equivalent to the amount of craziness I'm building up inside of my head. I despise how my mind ignores and pushes it all the way back into my brain, the thought that one day, all of the new-found pleasure I'm experiencing, which includes happiness, satisfaction, and fulfillment all rolled into one, will be taken away by some unseen force. As guilt crept in, I began kicking the bag, and my very own blood was sacrificed in order to achieve it.Happiness.The last two and a half years have been not
BABY'S POINT OF VIEW My life has devolved into a tangle of unfortunate events. The point of threatening the people I care about has no end. Now I am set to have a union with the most ruthless man I have ever met. The same man who threatened me has now given me the option of choosing my freedom over the lives of those who care about me. I'm sick to my stomach that I am being forced to call this wicked person my husband. This "proposal," as he refers to it, is something I would never expect from him, given that he has already taken everything from me."Baby, I want you to agree to be my wife."The sun had already gone down. Charles' assertion that I hadn't seen the whole area was suddenly illuminated by precisely constructed, brilliant, cool-toned led lights outlining the edges surprised me. I was totally disconnected from the discussion because all of my thoughts were focused on why he wants me to be legally bound to him. When he stood up from his seat, I was startled out of my trance
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThe punishment for resisting him end up making me bleed down below for two days. The pounding I've received after the first round wasn't as smooth. He deliberately shove himself inside me roughly the whole night. Whatever he injected me made my body weak, followed by a bad headache that went away after five days.The day would repeat itself, with Charles leaving early in the morning and returning to me after lunch. We had relentless sex the whole time we were in this place. He didn't give me a second's peace. It seemed as though he was attempting to reach some kind of scoring average. He'd never been aggressive before, so what had he put into me to make him this way? I haven't asked him what's in it yet, but I'm not sure it's a good idea since my reluctance has irritated him.That wasn't the case today. I awoke next to him in the same bed. After being here with him for a few months now I could see that he was in a more pleasant frame of mind.He grins and tells me
BABYWhen I think of returning to civilization, I get a sense of nostalgia that transports me back to my past self. My mind is urging me to escape away from it all once again. The moment I walked into this jumbo aircraft, my attention was immediately drawn to the items I might utilize for survival. My retriever instincts kicked in almost immediately. I can easily create a decompression in this aircraft, and I've seen how this plane can safely land on terrain or water.All of this is repressed by a simple grip on the leg with his single touch. Charles puts his hand on my thigh, gently squeezing it and putting it dangerously near to my front bottom to remind me that I am his possession as I was seated next to him.His methods for teaching me not to flinch or deflect his touches, regardless of who is in front of us, are deeply etched in my mind.One of the first times was while we were eating breakfast and a maid came in to swiftly bring us the remainder of the entrée; out of shame, I im
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThere's always a difficult thing that comes along with all of the simple things. It is customary for Charles to take me to situations where he tortures individuals so that I may see what he would and could do to those who disobey him. Despite the fact that it had happened a few times before, I could never get used to it and would typically end up sobbing till I passed out.The fact that he claimed to have people for literally everything was not an exaggeration. He was known to have a specific group of people who would provide him with clean towels whenever his hand became soiled with blood, and I remember those guys from the day he set Astor on fire, which also happened to be the same day I was tortured in the lab by him. I have only hazy recollections of who cleaned me in the lab, but I believe it was the same crew who belonged to this category of job description.I'm sure he also has a group of retrievers who he has under the payroll. I'm dying to know who he hi
BABY'S POINT OF VIEW Hiding my fear was very difficult, with my voice shaking coming out tiny. "Please, Charles... Please don't hurt him. He's just a baby." I say, my tears are falling nonstop. "I will not hurt my son, but I can't say the same for you," Charles says, gently putting our tiny son back to sleep and laying him in the crib. He sprayed something on him, in my conclusion, one of those sedative sprays. I felt a sudden urge to run and grab my son, but he was quicker than me when I felt his arms wrap around my waist to stop me from reaching my son. He grabbed my wet hair with a very tight grip, burning my scalp. I'm full of fear even to fight back. He quickly drags my small frame compared to his to the bed. "What did you do?" I started crying loudly. I'm sure someone heard my cries. "Don't worry; our son is safe. "Charles issues an air swipe command, a movement that I haven't seen in a while, it railed in all my traumas back into my system. Suddenly, the noise downstairs
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWIt's true what they say: nothing can ever prepare you for the overwhelming sense of responsibility that comes with becoming a mother. It has only been recently that I have been able to sleep through the night after three months of averaging just five hours of sleep each night.MotherhoodBeing in one gave me a whole level of respect for all mothers. I'm simply grateful that I live with my sister, who has provided me with all of the assistance I've needed with my growing son, particularly when the doctors determined that a C-section was necessary due to the placenta obstructing the hole for the baby's birth.After two months, the scar has begun to heal, and I'm relieved that all of my weight gains had disappeared by the second month. Perhaps it's due to nursing, or the half-hour walks I take with the kids in the afternoons, but today we were forced to miss all of our normal daily routines. Because of our appreciation, we organized for the team's reunion, just a sma
CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW A white flare pierces my eyes, and I get a whiff of a sour and acidic cheese flavor that immediately follows."Fuck," I shout, and it reverberates across the whole room. I managed a sliver of a chuckle, since who would have imagined that I would ever find myself in this situation? This is the smell chemical that they use to wake you inside your trance state. The trance machine effect isn't working on me. I know a lady is on her way who will give me the impression of my mother at any moment, so I glance around, and there it is, the familiarity of my old bedroom from a period when things were much easier as if this illusion would really work on me. How can my brother be so completely ignorant of the fact that I would be aware if he ever placed me in this situation? I'm sitting up in my big old bed, which still has the same soft cover when the lady walks in exactly on cue as anticipated. Her steps lead her to me, and I halt her until she reaches the base of the
BABY'S POINT OF VIEW The exquisite make-up that I loved so much and the assistant spent a long time on is now smeared with Charles' blood. I swallow hard at how awful I appear when I gaze in the mirror in this airplane's lavatory. There were dried tears and blood all over my face. The cool water felt wonderful against my skin as I washed my face clean and a small bruise was already appearing from the hard smack I got. Both my hands were never this dirty. I rushed to clean it, with my head trying to grasp the idea of finally being over. I tried to remove all the blood and dirt as much as I can off of my face, "Hold on Breath it's over" I chant repeatedly as I try to believe everything that is happening. All of the terrible memories are beginning to resurface and all the assault goes in the back of my brain. All those days he manipulated me and ravaged my body quickly comes back to me. The sensation of my body beginning to tremble prompted me to grip the sink tightly in order to
CHARLES The second she opened her eyes, coming out of that trance, I knew there was something special about her. I knew she would make it very interesting for me and she didn't disappoint. The first time I heard her beg, I knew it would be so easy and that she was already going to be mine. She's breathtakingly gorgeous, and when combined with her incredible physique, she can bring any powerful man to his knees. Baby was destined to fall on my hands and learning how pure she was just added to the excitement of the circumstances.I've never met a woman before in my life who is willing to go to such lengths to save her family's lives, but everything has a limit, even her dedication. I was already anticipating that she would get weary of the same old, same old threats against her family members.The only way to keep her alive and moving on was for me to give her a purpose. I need this one to stick for good, and having the baby within her will help cement our relationship even more. The
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWAll of my motions have been limited, and this includes walking. They have me hooked up to a machine that causes my body to be partly paralyzed for a few hours every day to help me complete rest while the bleeding from my placenta is occurring. Every three hours, a designated person comes in to stretch my limbs and sit with me while several experts are carefully watching me.My baby.The term itself is identical to my given name. I recalled my father's explanation of why they named me Baby, and it brought back memories. All the time, people ridiculed me for my unusual forename. Still, my father, as he always did, was excellent at explaining the significance of my given name to their most cherished and youngest daughter, which I appreciated. As far as we know, our great grandmother had the same name as our grandmother, who was well-liked and respected by the community for having an enormous heart and refusing to listen to detractors. I recall him telling me that no
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWMy pupils are constricted. Charles's body is in front of me, and I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks as well. I'm feeling a lot of pressure about what's about to happen to me. My mind is already preparing for the agony that is about to occur to me. I'm sure he didn't subject me to watch all those tortures these past days for nothing.Finally, the back of his finger brushes against my wet cheeks. My body has been trained well from flinching his touch. "Baby, look at me." As I open my eyes to look at him, he commands, slowly cupping my cheeks with both of his hands. The only thing I could utter with a slight tone."I'm sorry.""I understand. Let's blame it on your hormones." Charles responds as he removes the rifle from my grasp. His whole demeanour was so calm as if he knew that I didn't have in me to do it.He issues an air swipe command, and a group of people rushes in—plating meals and setting the table.The only time he was able to calm my nerves a little
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWMy nerves are highly strung, I regret even trying to have a conversation with Rich. I asked one of the attendants to call Rich so that I could have a word but I was informed that he's already left for another location. I sigh deeply as to why did I have an outburst like that, I have really been acting crazy lately, and on top of that tired most of the time but who wouldn't act crazy if you were to be put in this situation?I finished the dinner prepped for me, another of Charles doing, I was told that I have to consume whatever is on the plate regardless If I like it or not. I try my best to remember the last time I actually ate something very oily and fried, it is all I've been craving lately. I have tried to request for something close to that sort but when it was presented in front of me, it was quickly taken away orders by Charles according to Rich. The whole team that's been working on polishing me all afternoon seems to have gotten used to my gloomy mood.
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThere's always a difficult thing that comes along with all of the simple things. It is customary for Charles to take me to situations where he tortures individuals so that I may see what he would and could do to those who disobey him. Despite the fact that it had happened a few times before, I could never get used to it and would typically end up sobbing till I passed out.The fact that he claimed to have people for literally everything was not an exaggeration. He was known to have a specific group of people who would provide him with clean towels whenever his hand became soiled with blood, and I remember those guys from the day he set Astor on fire, which also happened to be the same day I was tortured in the lab by him. I have only hazy recollections of who cleaned me in the lab, but I believe it was the same crew who belonged to this category of job description.I'm sure he also has a group of retrievers who he has under the payroll. I'm dying to know who he hi