Week 95 – The stuff dreams are made of

Still leading her by the hand the man guided her up twenty marble steps to a huge oak door with handles in the shapes of lion heads. He opened the door and they stepped into the largest entrance foyer Astor had ever seen.

Antiques and expensive looking art filled the room, and a grand staircase led to the second floor. This house was the stuff dreams are made of, or it would be if she hadn’t been abducted, raped, tortured and sold.

To this man.

Who still held her hand and was leading her towards the stairs. When they reached the top he walked her through a maze of hallways until they finally stopped in front of a door.

Up until now the man hadn’t done anything to scare her-buying her for half a million dollars aside-but now she got a sense of foreboding. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and goosebumps broke out all over her body.

“This will be your room until you’re ready to come and share my bed,” he informed her.

When hell froze over, she muttered to herself.

“You have free reign of the house and the grounds, a tracking device was implanted while you were sleeping, before you were brought here, so I will know where you are at all times. You are not permitted to leave the property, if you do, you will not like the outcome. You are not permitted to speak with any of the staff, they will not speak to you. You will eat your meals alone in the south dining room. Until you are ready to give yourself to me body, mind, and soul, you will live without human interaction.”

That almost sounded too good to be true. He was really going to keep his hands off her? He wasn’t going to rape her? Or hurt her? He was really just going to leave her alone? If he was true to his word then she would be able to find a way to escape without having to worry about anyone noticing what she was doing.

“Astor,” his voice had gone deadly serious. “You will give yourself to me.” Then he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe.

Then abruptly he released her and walked away.

“By the way my name is Frost,” he called over his shoulder.

She couldn’t say anything.

All she could do was stare after Frost in shock.