The Captives Chapter 4
The Overlords Dream
I came awake with a start, tense and sweaty, not precisely sure of my surroundings at first. I was not one to fear or show fear as I was the Overlord and fear made one weak and I must never show weakness. I feared this dream however, and, it was no dream, it was a memory.
"What is it?" whispered a small voice. I looked down at the woman snuggled in my arms as reality pushed away the remainder of sleep. I was surrounded by warmth, my daughter curled against my back, her daughter lying against her side, and her. I had come to think of her as my woman, but she, in truth, was my captive, as was her daughter. I was sure their fondest wish was to go home.
"You were twitching and moaning in your sleep. Rayne does that, but only during bad dreams," persisted the beauty in my arms.
"It was just a dream," I agreed somewhat more harshly than necessary. She blinked at the sting in my tone. She carefully and quietly began easing herself out from the warm nest of bodies toward the foot of the bed. "Where are you going?"
"Anywhere," came her terse reply as she reached the edge and slipped out to pad across the floor nude on bare feet. She appeared to be searching for something.
Although I was enjoying the view of her delectable body, I knew she was angry, and I knew it was at me. That idea bothered me. "What are you looking for?" I asked following her from the bed and striding toward her naked.
"My shirt."
"You mean my shirt," I couldn't help but point out, refraining from grinning.
"Fine, your shirt oh master," she bit back at me.
"You do not act like a proper captive, you know. If you do not be quiet you will wake the girls. If they awaken I will not have the privacy to take you where I wished." I watched her carefully regain control over herself. Her anger almost visibly lifting.
"Where did you wish to take me?"
"You will see," I answered.
"I can go no where in this state. Even your shirt does not cover me."
Understanding her need to cover her nudity, and, frankly, wishing to keep the sight of it to myself, I walked swiftly to a cabinet in the corner. Reaching in a bottom drawer I pulled out a shift similar to that which the girls had worn but in a deep green.
"I am surprised you did not uncover this yesterday," I commented teasingly, referring to her search of my room.
"I must have missed that drawer," she grudgingly admitted. "Was it hers?"
I knew she was referring to my Mistress. I could hear the dislike dripping from her tongue. "If it was?" I asked.
"Then I would rather remain naked and remain in this room."
Gritting my teeth and reeling in my patience, I responded heavily, "You will accompany me. That is not a choice, it is an order. Clothed or naked, that is up to you." She snatched the shift from my hands and quickly slipped it over her head. It fit her perfectly just as I had intended. I quickly pulled on a loose pair of trousers.
"Come," I ordered taking her hand and stepping into the hall beyond. I watched her reaction to her first taste of semi freedom in a while. She took a deep breath, but did not pull her hand from mine. I led her down the hall, the first rays of dawn just beginning to flood the windows.
We came to the tapestry depicting my Mistress in all her unholy glory. I did not stop but continued on not wishing to dwell upon her after my bout with the dream. My companion however had other ideas. She stopped dead in her tracks.
"That is her," she stated.
"Yes," I replied simply seeing no reason to hide the truth. If I kept her here any period of time she would have to know.
"Is there another way to get to wherever you are taking me?"
Seeing the fear in her eyes I was taken aback. She had not shown fear even during her capture but here she was afraid of a tapestry and a hallway? It made no sense but I had learned to not doubt things I did not understand. I changed course and chose another path. I saw immediate relief on her face.
"Come," I said quietly. And she came, her small hand nestled in mine.
We passed down the twisting hallways in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Upon reaching the kitchens, I paused briefly to grab fresh warm bread and some fruit. We exited through the kitchen door and passed quickly through the gardens and orchards while nibbling our stolen treat.
It was quite a distance to the spot I had planned to take her. I half expected her to tire and complain from the pace or the distance. She kept up with my long legged pace however and when I glanced at her there was a grin upon her face. Such an odd female.
We reached my goal in short time. Rounding a rocky outcropping, we entered a secluded glade. Trees draped in tangled vines grew wild here surrounding a smooth pond. The rays of the rising sun showed through the canopy in beams. I took a deep breath feeling the freedom and peacefulness of this place.
"Where are we?" my captive whispered in a hushed, almost reverent tone.
"This is one of my favorite places," I responded. "I rarely have time to come here but it calms me when I do"
"I can understand why," she said. "This place is God's blessed. It's is a place of safe haven." She seemed almost trance-like.
"What do you say?"
"The God's have blessed this place. It is a place of peace and safety for all creatures, animal, magical, and human. It is no wonder you feel it's calming effect when you come here."
"And how do you know this Lady?"
