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2024-10-29 19:42:56I see her emerge from my hole. She looks around the great hall. She doesn't look afraid, she looks...curious? It was difficult to tell through the lense of my wide angle camera.
Hell. She looks fifteen. So young and caught so easily I almost felt bad. Anthony had told me she had been wandering around the street. They found her coming to a bridge. A runaway? I found myself growing more curious about her. It's difficult to make out her features, but I can tell she's attractive. Her limbs, though gangly, seem graceful. The beautiful arc of her neck so poised. I find myself imagining my hands around it. I can't stop the images that flood my mind. Her shackled to the cross hidden behind a banister in the great hall. Her blonde hear wrapped tightly around my fist. Oh the games we could play! I know I'm a monster. I know it's wrong. I just don't care. I compose myself and make my way down the corridor and reRelated chapters
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20 years ago... "Jordyn, mommy needs a favor." I hear mommy say as she looks me in my eyes while I watch t.v. on the sticky floor. She always says to look at her eyes when I talk. "What is a favor?" I ask when mommy gives me a look. "Hm, a favor is when you do something nice for mommy because you love her." Mommy smiles. I get excited. I run to my room to get the picture I colored when I was watching Bug's Bunny. Mommy takes it and groans. "That's nice dear, but what I really need is for you to come with mommy to a friend's house. It will only be for a little while. Please? It will be a fun game." Mommy pouts and I touch her mouth. I don't like mommy's friends. They throw things and hit. They give her things and she acts funny. "Is she nice?" I ask. "He is very nice. Now go get your coat. We are leaving now." Mommy is already acting funny. She is scratching her neck and blinking her eyes a lot.
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I brace myself before opening the door to the great hall. I breathe in an assuring breath and pull. I'm in control. I see her by the window. What is this? She's not trying to escape, merely taking in her surroundings. She turns to look at me and I am taken back. She is more beautiful than I first believed. She looks older than my first guess. She has long blonde hair to her waist, piercing blue eyes, a small frame, but bangin' rack, and an expression that bewilders me. She looks almost annoyed, not afraid. I wasn't expecting this response, nor have I ever received it. "Ok perv, what is it you want from me?" Hearing her voice brings my attention off her breasts. I think about what I want from her. It's what I want from them all, the game and I answer honestly, "I want you to fall in love with me."
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Was he serious? Did he just say he wants me to fall in love with him? "Ha! Fat chance!" I chuckle as I look at him. "If you wanted me to love you, why lock me in that cold prison?" I ask confused by this turn of events. He seems shocked and unprepared. He's more afraid than I should be. He is my kidnapper? I take in his appearance for the first time. He looks rich. He's got swaggering hips and a jawline to die for. His hair is dark like mahogany and his eyes are a shining emerald. He answers as my eyes follow the buttons down his shirt. "I did it to establish dominance and let you know you can't run. Don't be fooled. I run things here and I control what will happen. You will fall in love with me." I ponder this for a moment and can't seem to understand him. He lives in a palace. The gardens outside the window are some of the most beautiful I've ever seen, not that I'd seen much of the Jones's lifestyle. Why take a girl off the street and bring her he
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I take in my surroundings. Powder blues and creams surround me and this room feels serene. Almost calm and peaceful. A big contrast to what I'm sure I should feel. I go to the large French doors to the north side of the bedroom and I open them. I step out onto a small balcony that holds a cream colored rocking chair with a powder blue seat. I can't bring myself to sit. I am feeling too much adrenaline. I go to the edge of the balcony and look down. I am two stories high with a brilliant view of the gardens. I can finally see what is beyond them from this vantage. I see large iron gates. I can almost make out a letter on them. Is that a B? He said he was the owner of a large real estate company. I wonder which company? He certainly has great tastes if his home is a reflection. There is still the enigma of what he wants with me. I don't trust his motives and curiosity is the only thing keeping me here. That and my desire to sleep on a bed instead
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Bouncing from home to home has taught me to make myself comfortable, wherever I am. It was even easier in this palatial space. I slept well but I couldn't get Jordyn out of my head, even in my dreams. I awaken to see him over me. I'm covered and I take in my surroundings. I can tell by the position of the sun that it is later than I would normally wake up. I'm a morning person. I'm confused and groggy as he makes small talk. I sit up to stretch and all of a sudden I feel his hands on my breasts. They move up to my throat and he pushes me back on the bed. I'd never felt such excitement before as he kissed his way up my body. I'm a virgin and there weren't many opportunities for sex for straight girls in the shelter. I made due with masturbation. My curiosity was growing with my attraction to Jordyn. I tell him about my dreams and surprisingly he tries to leave. There is a look in his eyes. Sadness? I stop him with my han
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I take in my surroundings. Powder blues and creams surround me and this room feels serene. Almost calm and peaceful. A big contrast to what I'm sure I should feel. I go to the large French doors to the north side of the bedroom and I open them. I step out onto a small balcony that holds a cream colored rocking chair with a powder blue seat. I can't bring myself to sit. I am feeling too much adrenaline. I go to the edge of the balcony and look down. I am two stories high with a brilliant view of the gardens. I can finally see what is beyond them from this vantage. I see large iron gates. I can almost make out a letter on them. Is that a B? He said he was the owner of a large real estate company. I wonder which company? He certainly has great tastes if his home is a reflection. There is still the enigma of what he wants with me. I don't trust his motives and curiosity is the only thing keeping me here. That and my desire to sleep on a bed instead
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The Cold Floor Meeting 2
Both Jordyn and Alma stand there staring at each other. Jordyn speaks first, "What is your name?" Alma pauses for a moment and returns his question without answering. Jordyn sighs. He realizes he will have to open up first. "My name is Jordyn. I own a big real estate firm doing business across the country." "Alma, my name is Alma." She responds as she runs her finger across a statue. "I've never been in such a big house. Do you take girls often without their consent?" She wants to get to the point quickly and Jordyn is beginning to feel uncomfortable. He is used to facing fear when he first greets his captives. He wasn't ready to be so open with her. "Follow me," he says. Alma follows him out of the great hall and up a wrap around staircase. He opens a door to a room extravagantly decorated. "This should do for now. The shower is through the door. There should be some old T-shirts in the dresser that
