LOGINShare
Chapter 14
Last Updated:
2021-08-03 01:11:42
Sultry SkyUpdated 4/3/2023
Related chapters
Enslaved to Zion Chapter 15
Sit? Sit! Panicking, I look around briefly for the place that makes the most sense. Unfortunately, my flustered brain decides that right where I stand is the best option, and plop right down on my sore knees, thankful for the soft rug beneath me. For a few moments, he continues to watch the television. He appears to be okay with my placement, momentarily. But then, he turns to me. I avoid eye contact by staring forward at a button on the sofa cushion. This displeases him greatly. His chisled jaw moves along with the gritting of his teeth, as he scowls. My heart sinks further down into my gut, with every pulse of hot blood through the protruding vein in his neck. What in the celestial stars is going through his mind right now? As if hearing the question in my thoughts, a deep sigh leaves his lips in reply. He leans forward, bending down to meet my gaze, and we lock eyes with our faces only an inch apart. The ice in his eyes has been replaced by fire. "We could have done this the e
Last Updated : 2021-09-02Enslaved to Zion Chapter 16
Three women who I don't recognize enter the room and walk to a door on the left side of the wall. My master clears his throat, and without even sparing me a glance, he gets up from his seat on the sofa. His long legs carry him through the door in no time at all, and it closes behind him as if he hadn't just been right beside me, hadn't just made my whole world tremble, only moments ago. My eyes follow him as he vanishes before me, every ounce of warmth I had felt has now fled my body. The only thing I'm left with is the chill of separation. What is this? Why do I have such a feeling of loneliness now? An hour ago, I wanted to be left alone and now, I feel like a small child in need of a reassuring embrace. It doesn't make sense to me how someone so cold, a man I resent so much, can make me feel such yearning, upon their departure. I should be glad that he's gone. Still, the sight of his back to me, as he left me there, all alone, saddens me. I wrap my arms around my chest and hol
Last Updated : 2021-09-03Enslaved to Zion Chapter 17- Zion's Diary Entry 1
Writing in this cursed diary is such a daunting task, but Akida insists that it's beneficial to my mental well being, so here's to following doctor's orders. At least I have an interesting topic to write about in this entry, instead of droning on about business deals and prototypes. I was out to bid on some new properties today, and something a bit unexpected, to say the least, occurred at the auction house. I'm now the owner of a slave. She's quite a pretty little thing, actually. I suppose I didn't really intend on things turning out this way, but when I saw her, I just couldn't let someone else snatch her away. There's something about her that just pulls me in. I'm all too well aware that I'm no saint, but the thought of her being sold to one of those fat old devils was too much for even my dark heart to bear. The other bidders looked like lions, ready to pounce on her, like weak prey. She wouldn't even stand a chance against those pot bellied heathens. Mr. Nashira is well kno
Last Updated : 2021-09-04Enslaved to Zion Chapter 18
Bath time? In this place? That seems like a dream come true, to be honest. I would never have thought, in my wildest dreams, that I'd ever be soaking in a tub like this. Not that I could've conjured up a picture of one like it in my imagination. I'd love to jump in and rinse the day away, just wash away all my cares with whatever is in those pretty bottles... But is it really okay for me to bathe here? I'm used to the streams during the spring and summer. In the colder months, we used a metal tub and heated water by the fire. I don't feel right using this room. I look at Elise, and she raises her eyebrows and thumbs in approval. "A bath sounds wonderful right now.", I concede. I'm tired of fighting. I'm filled to the brim with conflicting emotions, frustration, and exhaustion. Frankly, I'm also so ashamed of myself that I didn't hate the sinful rendezvous that just transpired between my master and I, quite as much as I know that I should have. I feel so wrong, so dirty! All I wan
Last Updated : 2021-09-08Enslaved to Zion Chapter 19
"Euroah?", calls the voice of my father. "Euroah, wake up, little sleepy head." I blink a few times before finally opening my eyes. To my surprise, I glance around to see not a fancy chamber of white, but my old room, back on the farm. The warmth of the sun's rays peeps through the aged curtains on the creaky, old paned windows. In the air, floats the scent of Father's coffee. I'm home! My simple room, the quilt that my mother stitched by hand, in the months before I was born, my little wardrobe of colorful clothing, everything is right where it belongs! All is just how it should be. This can't be real! How did I get here? Have I been dreaming this whole time? Has all of this been some strange nightmare? I knew that television, thing couldn't exist in real life! "Father!", I cry out. "Rise and shine, little lady! We've got work to do!", he calls back to me. I throw the covers off and jump out of bed. My feet hit the floor, running for the kitchen, where I just know he must
Last Updated : 2021-09-09Enslaved to Zion Chapter 20
"He's a sight to see, isn't he?", Elise teases me as she tops off my glass of orange juice."I was just enjoying the courtyard scenery.", I fib.Even a blind man would be able to tell that my master is more than the average kind of handsome. He's mature looking, sophisticated, even regal, tall and lean, yet muscular. A lady could get lost in his steely eyes if she isn't careful. All of this is true but the fact that he owns me makes me resent him so much that I don't want to find him good looking in the slightest! And I certainly won't admit to anyone else that I find him attractive."Ah, the scenery.", she replies sarcastically. "I see. Well, what would you like to do now?""Do?", I think aloud. "I think I'd like to walk around outside if that's alright.""I'm sorry. Mr. Velucia has ordered that you stay in your quarters unless he directly calls for you.""S
Last Updated : 2021-09-10Enslaved to Zion Chapter 21
With one hand on the side of my neck, just under my jaw, he brings his other hand up and pulls me closer, leaning down until our foreheads touch. I look into his eyes and he uses his thumb to brush a tear away. With two fingers, he then slides them across my lips and closes his eyes. Breathing in deeply, as if inhaling me, he moves his other hand to the small of my back and tries to pull me into his arms. Before he can fully entrap me, I shove myself away.I don't hate the feeling of his touch but I don't want to be someone's property. And he's treating me like I'm nothing but an object for his amusement. He's so confusing! On one hand, he speaks so cruelly, with such indifference, with not an ounce of warmth or compassion in his tone. On the other hand, he wipes my tears away and touches me tenderly.Would it hurt him to at least pretend he sympathizes with my situation? I don't want to enjoy his caresses while he makes my blood run h
Last Updated : 2021-09-11Enslaved to Zion Chapter 22
These feelings of mine? So it seems he doesn't feel the things he makes me feel. Then why does he do it? Why does he insist on continuing these acts that make my head spin? Does it even matter? I contemplate vocalizing my questions but before I can utter a sound, his hands slip under my shoulders, pulling me up to sit on his lap. Face to face with the man who torments me so, all I can do it stare as the fire in my chest simmers my heavy heart. He rubs his bottom lip on my collar bone and wraps his arms around me to unhook my bra.Then, grabbing the bottom of my dress, he pulls it up over my head and tosses it behind him. It lands on the floor with a swishing sound as his hands so gently and slowly slide my bra straps down my arms. They tickle and tease me the whole way along, the sensations elevated by my heightened senses. The bra gets thrown to the floor as well and he runs his hands along my bare back before cupping the back of my head again, laying me back d
Last Updated : 2021-09-14
Latest chapter
Enslaved to Zion Chapter 37
I watch his back, as he disappears through the door. Forcing myself not to call out and ask him to stay is so difficult, when my heart is being crushed like egg shells, with every step he takes. Before I can feel too alone though, I see some familiar figures, cautiously creeping about. Elise and Marie carefully step into the room, looking as though they've seen a ghost. They seem hesitant to enter."Euroah?", Elise asks, so quietly that her question is nearly inaudible."Of course, it's me. What's wrong?", I ask, as Elise walks over to the bed and kneels beside me, taking my hand in her's."Thank heavens, Euroah, I thought you were going to die! I never imagined that Anna was capable of doing something like that. I'm so sorry that I didn't pick up on something when we talked to her last. I heard the words she was saying, but I just didn't think that she had the intention of actually harming anyone. I thought she was just
Enslaved to Zion Chapter 36
As my master and I share a look of mutual excitement, one of the men wearing a white coat releases the hovering bed, and comes to stand beside me. He extends his arms to pick me up, but caught off guard, I flinch and pull away. I know that he merely intends to move me to the floating bed, but I still don't feel comfortable with another man touching me, let alone holding me. Before things have a chance to become too awkward, Master rushes over to help me."I'll move her.", he says, abruptly.The poor man is clearly confused as to why we are interfering with his duties, but he concedes, backing away while acceptingly nodding his head. A pair of comfortable, sturdy arms slide underneath me, one supporting my back, the other tucked behind my knees. He lifts me effortlessly off the bed, flashing me a satisfied grin. If I could capture this moment and put it in a picture frame, I would cherish it forever. Looking up at his weary face, my heart see
Enslaved to Zion Chapter 35
I inhale deeply, as I stretch out my arms and legs. Is it morning already? Opening my eyes, the soft light peeps in through the windows, and I realize that the room is empty. I look around, but before any worry has a chance to set in, I hear voices coming from just outside the curtain, reassuring me that my master hasn't left me again. He seems to be having a debate with Akida about the plans for taking me home."Come on, Akida. I have to get back to work, but I can't just leave her here!", he pleads."You definitely do have to work, but that doesn't mean she's ready to go home yet, Zion.", she snaps back."Look, I own every single one of these machines. You have my full permission to just pack up whatever you think she might need, and let me take her home with me! You should know me well enough to believe me when I say that I'm not leaving here without her.""Fine then, you great big, stubborn ass.
Enslaved to Zion Chapter 34
"When I was finally brave enough to go for help, the hallways were littered with bodies. Bloody and handprints and splashes of red covered the walls. Even the frost covered windows were splattered with it. I went to my grandparents' room and they were still in their bed with pillows over their heads. No matter how hard I shook them, they wouldn't awaken. While desperately trying to wake my grandfather, the pillow fell to the floor and I could clearly see why. He had a hole, right in the center of his forehead.""His eyes, they were still open, just staring into the nothingness. I searched everywhere for my father and finally, I found him in his study, face down on his desk. His face looked like he had just fallen asleep until I walked behind him. The back of his head was smashed in and blood dripped down into a pool around the base of his chair. From there, I just curled up on the floor and wished I had just let my aunt kill me. Mr. Sherman worked in the kitchen
Enslaved to Zion Chapter 33
The next few days are filled with a lot of tests, question, and congratulations from the medical staff. They've all been working hard to look after me since I arrived here. The machine that's been breathing for me has completed it's process and turned itself off. I'm so much more comfortable now. It felt like I was choking when Akida removed the tube from my throat, but with it gone, I can finally speak a bit and finally drink some water.I thought I knew thirst when I took that first gulp of water at the auction house. Nothing can compare to how thirsty I was when I awoke from my coma, though. Let's never do that again! According to the nurse, my vitals look great and my recovery is nothing short of a miracle. Thanks to the technology developed in this hospital, I should be able to return home for care tomorrow morning.Master has spent the days holding my hand, reading to me, and participating in playful banter with Akida and the purple ha
Enslaved to Zion Chapter 32
I awaken to light peeping through a black curtain that appear to be floating slowly away from me. The beeping is clearer, the sounds of voices and shuffling feet seems less muffled than before. My left eye opens slightly, then my right follows suit. The light is so bright that I can't help but blink rapidly in response. After a moment, I'm able to focus my surroundings into clear view and fully welcome the vivid colors, revealed after so long in darkness. What a beautiful world I live in.There's a tube in my mouth which seems to be pushing air into my lungs at a steady rhythm, something I hadn't noticed before. On my legs are some mechanisms that vibrate, making my muscles flex and relax regularly. There are wires connected to sticky pads on my chest, arms, legs, head, and places underneath my body, which I can not see. Another smaller tube in my nose is connected to a bag on one side of a pole and a final plastic tubing runs to a bandage, on the inside of my a
Enslaved to Zion Chapter 31
So, it looks like I'm an adult now. I guess that must be right if I've been sleeping for nearly three months. I've missed my birthday, I've missed my master's return, and I've missed a lot of what's happened in between, it seems. I hear the curtain begin to close as the sound of footsteps, coming slowly closer makes me feel anxious. I can't see the person making them but still, I know the owner of these feet."Look at you.", his voice flows through my dark prison, like water through a valley. "Just like that day, when I first laid eyes on you at the auction house, I'm seeing you in this vulnerable state, all over again. Where's the feisty girl who gave a dozen grown men a run for their money? Aren't you going to pull some kind of trick and run away this time? I promise i won't get angry this time. Are you just going to lie there, looking helpless?"Now that I think of it, just the recollection of the look on the auctioneer's face is pretty f
Enslaved to Zion Chapter 30
Beep... beep... beep... This incessant beeping will not stop! It started out as a distant ringing, like a high pitched echo from far away, barely even audible. Now, it's close enough to discern that it's a machine of some sort, driving me insane with it's obnoxious, high pitched, hullabaloo! I can't open my eyes, nor can I move to turn it off or get away from it. Have I been reborn? Slowly, I begin to hear the voices of two women chatting back and forth."It's been eighty six days, Akida! You need to consider letting her go. There's been no improvement in her condition, no change, no sign of any activity at all. At this point, there's practically zero chance that she'll ever come back, no matter how long you try to keep her hanging on. We're just wasting time and resources.""You and I both know that, but he won't give consent to pull the plug. You know how Zion is. He blames himself. He feels like if he hadn't been so cruel to that girl, sh
Enslaved to Zion Chapter 29- Zion's Diary Entry 3
It's been weeks of what feels like the same thing, over and over again. Every day, I've put on a show for the public. I go out and make heart felt speeches and I parade around as though I'm not dying inside. Every breath I take is as painful as the last. I haven't made it through a single night without nightmares plaguing my sleep. My appetite is non-existent, no matter how many local delicacies are served to me.Public relations are improving. The investigation is coming along well, and it seems I'll be found innocent of any involvement in the 'scandal of the century'. Everything is going as well as it could be, in terms of the company's well being. It's true that I couldn't have asked for a better outcome to this situation. I should be happy. I should be overjoyed that things are going to able to be cleared up and smoothed over.But I'm not happy at all. There's no joy in my heart. I don't feel like I can walk through life without putting
