((Hello everyone and thank you for being so very patient with me well waiting for this chapter. I must admit that I have become a little caught up in the other story that I am writing but I promise I will not take that long to update this again...unless of course the world ends or I get abducted by aliens.
Then I have absolutely no say in the matter. So I have noticed that I have labeled these stories BDSM for some reason, when I should have been labeling them Non-Consent/Reluctance.
Yes, I have seen this error, so please do not email me telling me how horribly evil my characters are and how terribly un-bdsm like this story is. Don't want to hear it!
I already know! But, for the sake of continuity, I am going to continue labeling them as such.
Yes, this chapter does not have all the wonderful erotic stuff we love, but trust me, it's coming, just had to get some of the details out of the way first. Hope you enjoy! ))
"The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it."
~Mignon McLaughlin
Emily stared up at her as Ana moved around her with a soft sponge and soap. "Master Mikhail is a very good man...in his own way. Just do not be disrespectful, just obey, and you will be perfectly fine. He is treating you better then the others already." Ana moved the sponge over her shoulders and arms, and smiled when she caught the glance Emily had given her.
"The other girls, Emily, would have been left out in the cold, tied to that tree. He would not have been the one to bandage them...He would not have flown me all the way out here to come and help you bath and dress...he would have had his men do it..." Emily stared at Ana in horror and Ana nodded. "Be grateful, Emily. It will be what saves your life now."
The rest of the bath continued in pleasant silence, and as Ana helped her step from the tub, Emily gave her a gentle embrace. "Thank you for your help..." and Ana simply smiled and nodded, continuing to dry Emily off.
"Master Mikhail has given his permission to fore go a dress of some kind. It is far too cold out tonight, so I bought these for you." Ana said happily, as she laid a pair of leggings, black fur mid-calf boots, a long black V neck shirt dress, and a necklace with a small emerald pendant.
Emily let her eyes drift up, and noticed Ana had the same one.
"Black...is for the untouchable girl's in his life. The one's that if a man did lay a hand on, Master Mikhail would make their death...slow...and painful...He is very protective of us." Ana explained as Emily began to dress into the perfectly fitting clothes.
Emily rolled her eyes at that and Ana reached out and to her surprise slapped her face gently. "Be grateful." She snapped.
Emily dressed quickly, avoiding much more talk with Ana now as she did. "Master Mikhail prefers hair to be left down at all times." Ana whispered as she slipped the brush for the last time through Emily's hair.
She set the necklace around Emily's neck a moment later, and together they stared at the transformation in the small mirror Ana held up for them. "He's going to be very happy when he sees you...and so wont your father..."
The snow was falling softly when Ana and Emily exited the tent, almost as though it were trying not to offend the very fiend who held control over her whole world at that moment. It tiptoed quietly around them, setting like a crown a top her hair.
Her eyes wandered along the tree line, slowly trailing there way to a fat guard rubbing his hands together against the cold before bringing a cigarette to his lips.
Under normal circumstances, it may not have taken much for her to pry the man's handgun from him and make her escape, but she was weak...she felt it, and was certain that her friend Mikhail had wanted to keep it that way.
Mikhail...perhaps if she ran...the cold would kill her...he would never be able to touch her...or she could wait and kill him...
"You have the eyes of a wolf...just like Master Mikhail..." Ana's sweet voice broke into her bitter thoughts like the shattering of glass.
"He has already sent for your son, Emily...I do not think it would be wise of you, as soldier or mother to run now. He would never hurt Uri of course...but the winter would kill you and he would never see you again." Ana set her hand on Emily's arm as they continued walking through the maze of tents.
"Please don't talk about my son Ana." Emily replied coldly.
The tent that they made there way towards was very large, spilling light through it's various openings onto the snow in front of the two women.
It was not filled with the drunken laughter Emily had become so accustomed to hearing at night in the other tents, just the distant sound of a small crackling fire and voice's speaking in hushed tones.
"Wait here, I will go and see if they are ready to see you yet." Ana instructed and Emily rolled her eyes. As if she had anywhere else that she had to be that night.
