5 comments/ 29689 views/ 18 favorites Greywolfe Strikes Ch. 01-02 By: DreamMaker12 Chapter 1 I was taken from a convent; I was in the garden pulling weeds when suddenly I was surrounded by four men. As soon as I came to the conclusion of that fact everything went black, I can only assume I was knocked unconscious. After that they kept me drugged and bound, it took maybe three days to reach the destination, but I can't be sure. I was dumped on the floor in front of a lord or king sitting in a throne of sorts in what I assumed was a castle. The hall was large, it had four great pillars, and the hearth of the fireplace was so intricately decorated with carved figures; but I couldn't spend much time admiring the general splendor of the great room. I had to force myself to focus on the moment. I missed the introduction, but I knew who my captor was. Jonathan Greywolfe. The coat of arms above the hearth of the fireplace revealed his identity. He tossed a bag of coins to the man who brought me here, and said, "You did what my men couldn't. Thank you. Now go." I didn't watch the now nervous man's departure, didn't want to tear my eyes from the man before me. He was tall, at least 6 foot 5 inches tall and by the defined muscles throughout his chest and arms he was also very strong. His dark hair was pulled back from his face, at the nape of his neck in a leather tie. He had very broad shoulders and his legs looked powerful; I admit it I found him handsome, but that fact was sorely diminished by the attitude that seemed to waft from his very presence. I could see it in his eyes: he was a cruel and vicious man. He stepped in front of me and ripped the simple dress of a nun's habit with one hand; then used both to shimmy it off. In a matter of seconds I was standing before him naked. "I take it you are a virgin." He said, his voice seemed to vibrate the stone walls and through me. "Yes, sir." I said in half gasps and half breaths, "I was inspected by a priest the day before I was kidnapped. The day I was taken was the day I was supposed to take my holy orders." "Well, what luck. For us both." He chuckled as tears formed in my eyes. "What do you plan to do with me, ...sir?" I tacked on at the end, I was also surprised at how I was able to control my voice. "I'm going to use you, every which way; to lure you're father out of whatever whole he's hiding in, so that I can kill him. Honor demands his death; it's only fair that I take something important from him. You are his only child, are you not Andrea de la Rosa, daughter of Count Fernand Mondego?" I have really dark brown hair, and my skin has a natural tan to it, some refer to it as olive skinned. My eyes are the same are the same as my hair, a very dark brown, and when in the sun both have a bit of red in them. My mother was Spanish and my father was French; I attribute my looks to my mother though I have never met her. "Yes, my lord; though I have not seen him in 12 years." "That is not important." He's been circling me, appraising me. How humiliating. He shoved me down on a rug in front of the fire, and then started kissing me. He kissed my forehead, my cheek, my chin, my neck, then on the lips; I steadily breathed through my nose, and pinched my lips together not wanting to invite him to press that kiss further. He then lifted slightly, while straddling me, to untie his breeches (riding trousers). The tears started falling at this point. "I beg you. Please. Don't do this. If you take my virginity, then I will have nothing. My father took me to that monastery when I was eight, and I haven't seen or heard from him since; so I can only deduce that he doesn't care for me. Therefore you're plan is flawed. If you steal my virginity the church will reject me, there will be nothing left for me. I can't and won't be a whore or someone's mistress, I couldn't do that. Please, don't." I was sobbing by this point. I never wanted any of this. All I wanted from life was to live a peaceful life at the convent. I was abandoned by my father, left at that convent for twelve years. I am now 20 years old, and being forced by some unknown man, an enemy of my father, a man I haven't seen since I was a child. God help me. "You...will be my whore." He said with a devilish grin. I knew he meant it when those slits of blue gazed possessively over my naked body, like I was some prize stallion he'd just acquired. "I will soon make you beg for it, I will soon make you mine." He half whispered. I tried to wiggle away using my feet to push while he straddled me, he slapped me across the face and I cried out. It felt like my skin was on fire where he had hit; my eye felt like it might explode and I could taste blood in my mouth. "Don't move." He said through clenched teeth He started kissing me again all over, then took hold of my chin and forced his tongue into my mouth. He tasted mostly of wine, I made a whimper kind of noise as tears started to well in my eyes, and he chuckled at my misery. His lips caressed mine in a firm but tender kiss, slowly moving so that I became accustomed to it, coaxing my lips to part, to allow the entrance of his tongue. He rose and took off his shirt then started on his breeches, a sob escaped my throat. I thought about covering myself and even turning on my side but that slap-the place on my cheek where he had struck was still burning...I didn't want that again. He knelt beside me, and coaxed my knees upwards, then moved in front of me. Those eyes, blue eyes, seemed to spear me to the floor. It was as though he silently commanded me to do all that he wanted. "So a priest inspected you?" I nodded. "Did he touch you here?" Indicated the patch of hair between my thighs; nod. "And here?" A finger circled my entrance; nod. The finger moved, but abruptly halted at my entrance; at feeling the membrane, he knew I was still a virgin. "Ah. I am surprised the priest could resist you, my little morsel; you are quite voluptuous, my dear." I turned my head in shame at the memory of that day with the priest. "No. God! Please don't." "No? Are you sure that you want me to stop." His finger started to move within me, and his thumb circled and teased that sensitive spot in my folds. Unbeknownst to me my body demanded that attention, and started moving my hips in the same manner of his hand. "You see? Your body craves what I can deliver, my little morsel." He removed his hand to show me the juices clearly evident on his hand. He brought it close to my face and the smell, while stimulating was also-on a more moral and less animal level- completely repulsive. In my shame I turned my face away. "No, little one. Embrace it." I looked at him incredulously, "It is a sin, I cannot." "The priests would have you believe every pleasure is a sin. Do you know why?" I shook my head. "Because they themselves live in such a way that they deny themselves even the most basic pleasures; they do not live as normal people do. Secluded. Cut off, from the way the world works. Since you are no longer forced in subservience the way that they are, you no longer have to deny yourself this, simple pleasure. Enjoy it, live life in completeness, not a half life, the way priests and nuns do." I tried to understand it and in truth it made sense; the priests and nuns I have lived amongst were practically miserable, very little or no happiness. The only time I didn't feel that way too was when I was in the garden, I was peaceful there. "I understand." I said in such a calm voice it surprised me. "Good. Now lick it." I did. To my everlasting shame I enjoyed it--is there shame in that joy? I could not decide. I licked his hand clean, when I finished I looked up at him; he smiled. While I cleaned his hand I swear his member swelled to twice its previous size. It must be eight inches long and as wide as a baby's arm. He rested it on my slit and moved it up and down, over and over, occasionally circling the sensitive spot and then my entrance. There he held it, ready and waiting, like a snake ready to thrust. "Oh, God. I can't." A tear fell from my eye into my hair, leaving a cool trail in its wake. "You will." "No." I was suddenly terrified again. "Tell me what you want." He said as his thumb found that incredibly sensitive button. "Oh. Please. Don't. Stop." My hands gripped so hard on the rug I was on I pulled out some of the fur. "Beg me." His thumb circled and pressed and stroked. "Aaahh!" I cried and fluids seeped from my nether regions. He chuckled. "Tell me what you want." "Ah, I, uh, I want you." "Where?" "I want you inside me." I cried in my bliss induced wave of ecstasy. The head of him rested on my entrance and his hands circled my waist-to hold me steady, and he thrust forward. I screamed when he burst through the membrane, the pain of it scared me to my core. "Oh, God, you're tight. I am not even half inside." He said in a half choked voice. I understood later that he was trying to control himself, so that he didn't hurt me more than was necessary. That's only half? How can that be? "Oh, God, it hurts. I can't take it all, please." "Oh, you will." He afforded no mercy as he slowly pulled out a little, only to thrust forcefully back in. "Aaahhh!!! No! Please! Don't! Stop!" Tears streamed down my face as the assault was only just beginning. He pulled back again till just the tip was inside, then thrust forcefully again, this time to the hilt, and he stayed there. I would have sworn he was going to tare right through me. "You see, you took all of me." I was shocked to look down to discover he was right. It was uncomfortable; and God knows it had hurt, but I did it. I took on the monster. The pain now was only minimal, overridden by the sheer rapture of the moment. "Please, don't stop." I said slowly and with a panting shaky breath. And we both realized the significance of my words at the same time: no longer was I begging for him to stop the assault, I was begging for more. He didn't hold back after that. With long, slow forceful thrusts he slammed into me. And God forgive me, I loved every second of it. My hips moved with his, I tried to match his intended pace; he half lifted me off the floor with his grip on my hips. My moans and whimpers came in time with his grunts, and I screamed again at what I felt when he stopped moving and what was inside me seemed to grow, then I felt a warmth spill inside me, he had been holding his breath his face had turned a strange shade of red and purple, as he cried out the color returned to his face and he looked down at me. He seemed to fall on top of me; minutes later after we both got our breathing under control, I felt him bunch together my long dark hair in his hand and he smelled it. I had suppressed my crying up till this point but when he began to kiss and lick my tears, a sob escaped my lips. "It won't hurt like that again, sweetness. I promise, I promise. Shhh. It will only be pleasant from now on. We will both enjoy it next time." I swore then to myself that though I may not be able to fight him, he will not 'enjoy' it next time, or at the very least I wouldn't. "Come, my little morsel, you are exhausted. I doubt you can even walk." He picked me up and I let my head lean against his shoulder, I could not even hold my own head up-that was how weak I was. Eventually he brought me to a room, I think I fell asleep on the way; he set me down on a very soft fine bed and pulled a down blanket around me. He kissed my forehead and said, "I had not intended to take you so soon, but as I said you are a scrumptious little morsel. Sleep, now. I'll see you later." End of Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 I woke slowly, blinking away the fogginess and focusing on a unfamiliar ceiling. I lifted slightly to see a sparsely furnished room. The bed was huge, it could easily sleep a whole family; there was a large leather chair near the fireplace and a small round table. There was also a window with two glass panels that opened. I tried to get up but the soreness in my body halted me; then memories of the night before flooded my mind-Jonathan Greywolfe. He has abducted me, forced himself upon me, made me beg for him, and to top it off has imprisoned me-granted the room could hardly be called a cell, but I was certain it was locked and I couldn't leave. Forcing my legs around the bed to the floor, I stood. I realized I was still naked and nowhere did I see clothing. I faintly wondered how it was possible for my feet to even be sore but was dragged from that thought when I saw the blood on my thighs, the bruises on my hips, and on my arms, the ones on my wrists were from being bound for three days but the rest was from him, The Brute. I stood there staring at my injuries for a long time, the tears never came. Eventually, I stood and went to the table. Thankfully there was a wash basin with a small rag, and a meal-if it could scarcely be called that. First I needed to 'relieve' myself; under the table was a small round receptacle, I assumed was what I was suppose to use. Afterward, I decided washing was in order. I moved slowly the soreness still evident, I washed my thighs first, hating myself every second; when I finished my thighs I went to rinse the small cloth and caught my reflection in the basin I had a huge bruise on my face, from the corners of my eye and mouth to my ear. It was colored pink and purple, and it was sensitive to every touch and every movement. Very slowly and carefully I cleaned myself, head to toe. Then I wrapped the blanket around myself twice and one part covered my shoulder and I tied it together in front of me. I moved the chair next to the window so I could see out, the sun was setting now but I couldn't see it, it would have been to my right so the window faced south. I could see the square and a small market, everyone was closing up shop. Beyond that was a lovely little garden with a fountain. On the other side of the castle walls was a vast green land, I could only guess it was grazing land and I could see no animals to tell me otherwise. While I looked into this beautiful countryside I ate the small meal. It was a bit of bread, a little cheese, and some grapes. I was starving; my stomach growled telling me it wasn't nearly enough. I put the empty dish on the table next to the basin and the toilet bucket under a corner of the bed. When the sun set I opened the window, I hoped to see the stars but clouds blocked my access. I long to go outside, being outside with the sun on my face or lying out under the stars, it simply is the best part of my life. So The Brute keeping me locked in here is more cruel than he realizes. 'Speak of the devil and he shall appear' rolled through my head when seconds later he, The Brute, as I've been calling him in my head, stepped through the door; I'd heard it unlatch but was still caught off guard. I stood to face him, moved around the chair, keeping my eyes on the floor. Through lowered lashes I saw that he was leaning against the wall by the door, arms crossed his chest. "Take that off." He said harshly, as though I had committed a heinous crime. "But, .." "Now. You are not to cover yourself before me." Oh, God. He wants me to remain naked all the time; idiot, I should have figured as much when there were there was food but no clothes. I reached up with both hands to untie the sheet, without a sound it fell to the ground. I might have imagined the sharp intake of breath that he took; or it might have been mine. For lack of somewhere to put them I left my hands at my sides, it was not without effort. "I did not realize I hurt you so." "Yes, uh, well, I was bound and gagged and drugged and not fed for three days. I'm weak. I'm hurting. I'm starving." "Ah, I did not know." He said in an uncaring tone, like I had just said the sun was hot. More like you did not care to know. I said in my head, still careful not to look at him, if he saw the hate in my eyes he would hit me again, I know it. I am breathing erratically, shaky half-breaths. Fear is what this is; I am terrified of him. I hate that he has that power over me. I am also without hope; my father doesn't care enough to rescue me, the church would turn me away if I tried to run. I have nothing. "What do you want of me, sir?" "I think you know." He said with a grin. "You, (gulp) you want to take me again, correct?" "Yes. That is what I want." I turn on my heel and lay on the bed; I face him and say, "Take me. I no longer care." I didn't have to tell him twice. He untied his breeches, and lifted my knees to lie on top of me; not even bothering to remove his clothes. He suckled a nipple till it was pointing straight upwards, then he did the same to the other. I am ashamed to admit that my body responded, my back arched, my ankles locked around him, moans escaped my throat, and I was sure I was seeping juices down below. Not wanting to give in to him completely I resisted the urge to put my hands on him, and raised them above my head to the pillow. "Your mind resists, but your body excites at the feel of a man between your legs." He chuckled. Then he entered. He wasn't as forceful as the night before, but his thrust I was sure only went half in again. I was surprised that it didn't hurt as much as I had expected I had flinched in preparation, braced for impact so to speak and sure there was discomfort but very little pain. He continued to pull and push, to force my inner walls to give way but thankfully didn't grip my hips as he had before; I had feared that was his favorite position. His arm had circled around to hold my body and his other hand had gripped my wrists to hold above my head, he probably thought I was going to fight him; I knew it would be useless so I didn't bother. I could feel him moving within me, the length of him, the firmness of him, the urgency of need between us. Every ridge, every vein, every inch of him inside me sent sensations through every fiber of my being. His breath on my skin of my shoulder caused sweat to bead and chills race down my spine. Despite my reluctance, despite fighting the swell of emotions, I did find my completion. I was pulled toward the abyss-like waterfall and I screamed in sheer delight. While I was still swimming back to the surface of my consciousness, I heard him yell out and move faster inside of me to bring his own desire to completion. He collapsed on top of me, and after a few minutes to get our breathing under control, he rolled off of me. I turned on my side and brought my knees up, to my chest, I wrapped one arms around them and the other I put under my head. He positioned himself behind me and stroked my back and my side, he pulled my legs from my chest and allowed me to lay on my side while he moved to lay behind me, he put his arm around me. Somehow I fell asleep like that, with his hand caressing my...my breast. ~~*~~ I woke before dawn, and he wasn't there. I didn't need to take time to remember where I was or what had happened, I knew. I was the prisoner and sex slave of my father's enemy. God in heaven help me. The day passed quickly, as dawn lit the sky a maid came through the door, thankfully holding a huge tray of food. Thank you God. I was beyond humiliated at having to remain naked, but I was very grateful that he sent so much food. I said as much to her. "His lordship, said if you wanted more I was to get it." She said with a small smile. Careful not to gawk at the sight of me; naked and bruised and probably dirty-there wasn't a mirror, but I guessed I was filthy. There were eggs, a lot of them, some ham, bread, cheese, fruit, milk, the tray was completely filled. She set it on the small table as I reached for the blanket to cover myself. She sat on the corner of the bed as I moved the chair to sit between her and the table. I offered her some and she only took a few pieces of fruit to be polite. Greywolfe Strikes Ch. 01-02 "If there's anything you need, you tell me, my lady." She said softly. "Could you bring a mirror?" "Apologies, my lady, but the only one on the castle grounds is very large and gilded. It's in the great hall." "Oh, I just don't like the way I look, I must look a fright." I said with a half chuckle. "I could help with that. I'll refill the basin and come back with a comb and help you, the apothecary also has something that could help with your, er, bruises and, uh, the tenderness...you know?" "Really? Oh that'd be great. Thank you so much, uhh..." "Lysa, my lady." "Lysa, great name. And please, you shouldn't call me 'my lady' I am not noble born, and here I am just a prisoner. Just call me Andrea." I said then took a huge bite of bread while sweeping away a tear. This girl is such a kindhearted person I nearly unloaded my burdens on her, I so wanted to tell her everything, tell someone, anyone, everything; but I couldn't, knowing how much she would suffer with me. And no doubt she would tell her master all the hateful things I said about him. Besides, it was burden to bear and sharing it would not ease my guilt or humiliation. Lysa remained silent as I finished my breakfast. I didn't finish it all though I wanted to, I think all the days with so little food has changed my eating habits. Time was I had only two meals a day and neither were as big as what I had just finished. "Thank you, Lysa. You are so kind, thank you." I said as sincerely as possible while looking her in the eye. Minutes after she left with the tray and basin, she returned with the basin filled with fresh water, a towel and some herbs. After about an hour of helping me wash and combing my hair wet she smiled and said, "You look amazing, m—Andrea." I smiled a grim smile and said, "Thank you so much." It wasn't until that second that I realized the only people to see me will be her, and The Brute. I just wasted all this energy on getting pretty for him. I had to turn to control my anger and my stomach that was threatening to expel my breakfast, so much hatred I had for that man. "This decoction, basically a mix of herbs in hot water, will help with the healing process, it's a remedy used for a great many things, and I'm not going to lie it's going to taste terrible." She said with a little smile. "But I promise it will make you feel better sooner." She left shortly after, I was alone the rest of the day; with nothing but my thoughts. My shame at the idea of having to remain naked for this horrible man; my guilt at remembering the things I said that first night and then what I had done the night before: I did not even think to fight him. I decided then that though I could not fight him, unless I wanted another bruise on my body, I would resist him—but how? You might know if you ever experience something similar, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, but when you take something like that laying down, without resistance, it does something to you, changes something deep inside you. I spent the next few hours thinking about it. Then Lysa returned with another full tray of food. I knew I could not eat all that so I asked her to join me, this time she agreed. There was pork again and some type of bird-duck I think, some steamed vegetables, rolls and strawberries for dessert. We talked a little, she told me about her day and I mostly just listened to her, I didn't offer much because I hadn't done much today besides eat. Listening to her talk about her day filled with chores, I almost forgot where I was and what I was; this girl has a talent for talking I think. She had brought me another decoction, it tasted terrible but I was sure it was helping the bruises on my hips were already a bit better, turning yellow on the edges. I drank it then nibbled on another strawberry. She gathered the tray and bid me good night. Once again I sat in front of the window and watched the sky change colors; I decided I should be naked and ready before he came in; I took off the sheet and then lay on the bed on my side, still looking out the window. I swore to myself one of us wouldn't enjoy this tonight. I heard the latch and watched him come in; I turned my head to face him, and raised my knees. As he took steps closer he removed pieces of clothing. First his shirt, step, then he untied his breeches and pushed them down with the next steps he stepped out of them, and used his knee to lift himself onto the bed. "Are you going to stop trying to fight me, my little morsel?" "I can't compete with you." "I'm glad you realized that it is pointless to fight with me, with this." While his hand cupped my face, his manhood pressed at my opening. I gasped in sheer fear, tensing up, his size is still an overwhelming concept; I can't understand how it fits inside me. Other than that gasp and my back arching then releasing, I didn't move. I did my best not to react. I laid perfectly still and looked him in the eye, not letting him break my resolve. He moved inside me, I could feel it all, but I didn't let my body betray me. I forced my face to remain calm, breathing slowly, and purposefully not letting any emotion or feeling show on my face. He pulled my legs to wrap around him, then lifted me to hold me up while he still moved inside me, trying to get me, my body, to react to his. My legs went around him, but then just laid there same as my arms, they just dangled. I'm sure it looked like he was fucking a rather large rag doll but I wasn't going to give in. He grunted things like, 'You know you want me,' and 'You know you can't deny me." I knew I otherwise, I knew I could resist him. God help me I will. While he continued to thrust into me, I could feel him slow down. I was winning. He grunted and then pushed me back on the bed, he gathered his clothes and stormed out. I was able to hold my breath till he slammed the door, then I smiled. I giggled and laughed for five minutes and eventually fell asleep. ~~*~~ I knew that by now he had realized that though I had let him do what he wanted with my body I was fighting him mentally, so to speak; I was trying my best not to be aroused by him. I hoped that if I actively didn't respond to his demands that he would get frustrated and leave me be. Because though my body did excite in the feel of man inside me, I hated him, I hated what he was making me into, I hated that I liked it, so I forced myself not to like it, forced myself to not react to him. The day passed quickly. Lysa brought only one meal, around midday she brought bread and eggs, and a fresh basin of water. She didn't talk much today except to comment on the power of her elixir. I was nearly completely healed. I drank down another decoction and she brought me a strawberry to eat after so I didn't have that horrid taste in my mouth, God bless her. She left without much more to say; I knew that that was going to be all I ate today, maybe for a while, so I ate slowly to savor every bite. I needed to remember it. I couldn't help occasionally smiling at what I had accomplished the day before, heh, maybe he was angry and yelling at people all morning long, perhaps that is why Lysa was not her usual cheerful self. He came to me before full dark, and though he didn't look angry I knew he wasn't happy with me. Today when he came in I was sitting in front of the fireplace, half turned toward the door, I wasn't expecting him quite yet. I was enjoying the feel of the fire (Lysa brought firewood every time she came here) I had built. He came in slowly, closing the door very precisely, then turning around and facing me. He leaned against the wall for a moment, then I stood and made my way to the bed. As I approached it he said, "Stop." I knew my confusion was plain on my face, I froze in midstride. "Don't move." He took a step toward me and reached out to caress the spot where the bruise on my hip had been, then the one on my wrist; I stood there almost completely confounded. He circled around me to look at my face, it was the one bruise I couldn't see but my face didn't feel as sore as it had and I was sure it was smaller and probably at least yellow, maybe not as healed as the others, but healing nonetheless. Lysa's miracle cure to all things working it's magic. He cupped that side of my face and said, "It's healing nicely. I'm glad." "Y—ahem—Yes, sir. Um thank you for the food yesterday, sir. I am sorry if I appeared ungrateful." It literally pained me to say it, my stomach threatened to heave up its tiny contents, but God help me I was raised to be at least proper, so it had to be said. "Hehe." He chuckled. "Yes, you were clever, my little morsel. But you are still mine, my prisoner, my whore, and you will do as you are expected from now on." He let the back of his hand graze my injured face. "Or else." Could I survive that? I hadn't considered he'd resort to that, though I should have. --sigh- God help me. I took a deep breath to steady myself, and said, "I cannot promise that I will simply give my will over to you, I cannot willingly become a who--, what you want me to be." I couldn't even form that word. "Maybe not now, but you will." He grabbed my waist and tumbled us over onto the bed. He tossed off his shirt then lowered his mouth to mine. "Mmm." I moaned, how I hated that my body responded to him so easily, he was so good at this. At being tender enough to make me think he actually cares. The food, the bruises, his kiss. How I hate what a liar he is. "Ah." He said as he pulled away, "You taste like strawberries." "Oh, Lysa brought me one." "I see." He had managed to get his pants down, though I don't know when, his hands always seemed to be on me. He bent forward and I thought he was going to kiss me again, my mouth opened, but he started kissing my breast. For a second I was confused, then his teeth found my nipple and I gasped and arched and wrapped my hands around his neck. As I was squirming beneath him a finger moved through the curls where my thighs met, then found that throbbing button. I could no longer bite my lip to keep from crying out. I screamed and screamed and a tear ran out of my eye and into my hair. Rapture: it was a thing I had heard tell of once in a story from the Bible, never understood it until now; the carrying of a person to a place of ecstatic joy or delight. When I started screaming he entered me and I was soon riding a second wave of bliss. Jonathan suddenly stopped and without removing himself from my depths, he grabbed one of my ankles and spun me around so that I was on my hands and knees. He forced my face and head into the bed and he thrust into me from behind. The different position and different angle gave way to a new and different stimulation that I had not felt before. Before I had fought the sensations and feelings but with this I never thought to fight him. I felt his finger glide around and down my stomach through the curls to that sensitive spot, that button he pushes to make my body betray me, he flicked then rubbed the button. I had been swimming in a river that was threatening to drag me over but when I felt him swell even larger inside me I let the waterfall take me. I felt hot, wet liquid inside my depths. He yelled out something I chose to ignore when he spilled his seed inside me, and I screamed for all I was worth; half because the throws of ecstasy were too much for me, and half in frustration that he had gotten me to enjoy it again. I fell down to the bed in exhaustion. Jonathan grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my side and settled in behind me, still inside of me. I fell asleep in much the same position as the first night, with him behind me and a hand cupping my breast. The words he yelled as he exploded within me still ringing in my ears. "Andrea! I love you." ~~*~~ I had begged Lysa to bring me some parchment, ink and quills; she hesitated then said with a smile, "I was never told I couldn't." I sighed, then she asked, "What do you want them for?" She asked tentatively, she didn't want to ask but knew she needed to. "I can only hope that if I vent these horrible thoughts on paper that I'll finally be rid of them." I said softly as a traitorous tear escaped my eye. When she went to get them, I moved to stand before the window. I opened it, I guess they figured the room is forty feet in the air, only and idiot would try to escape. I looked down toward the courtyard but let my gaze wander out to the gardens; there was a fountain there and the walls surrounding it were covered in white roses. How lovely they must smell. Locked in this tower, with only the maid for company, plus the past three nights the brute came to me; I haven't been outside in so long let alone worn clothes, it's as though I've forgotten who I am. To not feel the sun on your face, to be denied something as basic as clothing, to be given only minimal food; this life was so devoid of humanity it can scarcely be called life. Lysa returned then with the bundle, and I was pulled from my reverie, I thanked her over and over again. She must have sensed that I needed to do this alone, because no sooner did she leave everything on the small table that I usually ate on did she turn and leave. I set to work immediately, not five minutes later everything was written down and I was prepared. The makeshift rope, my blanket, tied to the bed post, and the end of it looped around my neck. I sat in the window sill took a last look at the lovely garden, closed my eyes, and took one last long breath then just let myself fall out. I could only hope that God, in his infinite mercy, would take pity on me. End of Chapter 2