Very sorry about the long wait for this everyone. Unfortunately, life tends to happen at the worst moments. Something I would like to post here this time, please, if you are not into non-consent/reluctance...stay out of this section. It's as easy as that.
Please refrain from sending me sobby emails about how horrible it all is. 1. You do not know where the story is headed, so do not presume to. Some stories have to start out horrible for them to be happy later. 2. If you don't like it, go write your own damn story.
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"Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes."
Marquis de Sade
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They were quiet for a long while before either of them said anything again.
It was Aaron who spoke first, and his warning would forever make her blood run cold.
"Just promise me one thing, Morgan." He whispered into the darkness of the room.
"Don't worry, I will not runaway again. I am not promising that again tonight." Morgan said softly, looking in the direction of his bed.
"That's not it..." Aaron began quietly, "Don't...don't fall for his tricks...The man is a Master of emotions and knows very well how to play them like an instrument. He will hurt you Morgan, if your silly enough to let him." Morgan felt her jaw tighten for some reason, and she tried to ignore the little twinge of anger she felt in her belly.
"What are you asking me Aaron?" Morgan fought to keep her voice level as she spoke.
"I am asking you to make sure you do not fall in love with him, Morgan. He would love to see that, and then he would love to use it to make himself your nightmare all over again. Do not let him do it...please?" Aaron whispered, turning away from her and pulling the blankets over himself.
Morgan sighed. "That will not happen." She said simply and turned away from him as well and closed her eyes.
Falling in love with her Master...Ridiculous. The man had done nothing but cause her pain in one way or another since she had been a child, she would never give him that satisfaction...that kind of a weapon...
Would she?
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She could not remember what she had been dreaming about exactly, but she knew it had been pleasant...simple.
So, naturally, when the sudden shaking of her shoulder began to wake her from this pleasant, sleepy ignorance, her irritation quickly surfaced.
"Morgan! Let go!" Aaron's nails dug into Morgan's wrist, in hopes that the pain would pull her out of her sleep.
Morgan groaned and shoved him away from her, abruptly letting go of his neck as he fell backwards away from her. "Don't stand over me when I'm sleeping." She mumbled, attempting to sit up and figure out what time it was.
The pain that shot through her back was excruciating at best...but not as bad as it could have been.
Morgan refused to be thankful for that at the moment. It had been all that she could do to keep from thinking the night before of what he had planned for this day.
Oh the satisfaction Alastor would glean from knowing he had been the source of her wakefulness.
"Fuck...I need a cigarette." She mumbled, shoving herself from the bed and quickly making her way to the small brass wash basin Aaron had apparently already filled and brought in.
The cold water on her body as she washed quickly felt amazing. She could remember the last time shehad been able to stop and bathe at all since she had received word that she was to return to this...
Morgan's eye's darted to Aaron as she set down the wash cloth she had been working with. "What?" The self-consciousness in her voice apparent even to her. He was sitting on the floor staring at her and shaking his head.
The look of confusion that had crossed Morgan's voice as Aaron began to smile made him laugh. "I'm sorry sister...I'd forgotten what a bitch you are in the morning."
"He had it brought down for you last night well you were sleeping." Aaron sighed, slipping the corset around her waist and clearly disapproving of the beautiful, velvet, emerald green dress that went along with what he was helping his sister dress in now.
"I don't understand..." She began to whisper, running her fingertips over it gently.
"Nor do I, but best not to look the gift horse in the mouth well he's feeling charitable? He's probably just practicing his courting skills for when he decides to marry..." Her brother snapped, but not even his negativity could keep her from being excited about being allowed to wear such a thing.
"You know..for a man...you are awfully skilled at this corset business." Morgan whimpered as he tightened the corset but smiled when the comment earned a laugh from Aaron.
"And that is not a discussion I will be having with you dear sister." Aaron chuckled as he yanked the last strings and tightened her up. "Are you alright?" He asked, derisively as he moved around to her front. "Your awfully pale..."
Morgan stood a moment, waiting to get the hang of breathing in the garment before laughing at him. "Your an ass." She giggled, and lifted her arms so he could help her into the dress.
"Your lucky he did not think to tell you not to wear underwear." Aaron observed before dropping the dress over her arms and head. "Usually he would not dream of allowing his girls to wear them around him...easy access and what not." Aaron explained, as he laced up the back of the dress.
"That would be horrible." Morgan said, shivering unpleasantly at that prospect and dropping her eyes to her front. There was no mirror in the room, but she could see that the neck line of the dress was a modest cut, and hid any kind of cleavage.
The sleeves went to her wrists and let just enough room too move her arms that kept the fabric from being uncomfortably tight.
"And now, Cinderella..." Aaron said, theatrically bending down to take Morgan's foot and slip the small green slipper on and then moved to the other as Morgan giggled at him to set the other on.
Though the sun had not yet risen, and the single candle that lit the room was nearly spent, Morgan could see the look in his eyes as he stood and looked down at her.
"Truly a beauty..." He whispered. They stood staring at each other for a split second before he smiled and bowed low.
"Best be sending you off dear. The Lord Alastor is not to be kept waiting..." He whispered, and leaned in to kiss her forehead gently.
Her breath came quickly, hesitantly and broken...but she felt like it was low enough that he had not heard it.
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Morgan did not have time to think about Aaron as she made her way slowly up the sterile, winding hallways back up to the hell she had escaped the night before...that she had escaped for years. It did not help to think about that.
It was different this time. Alastor had finally taken everything...The thought brought the throbbing pain back between her legs, along with another warm feeling that Morgan decided to ignore at that moment.
This place had not changed from what she had seen of it the few times she had been unfortunate enough to have to journey through these halls when she was younger.
The same dark and dusty paintings of people who Morgan could only assume were Lord Alastor's ancestor's hung on the walls. Each seemingly a bit more depressing then the one beside it.
The Great Hall's doors came into view much faster then she could have dreaded it would, as did the fact that, as she stepped closer to the entrance she would never in a thousand years have been allowed to use, she would actually have to make her presence known.
Morgan held her breath and closed her eyes, and pushed one of the doors open very slightly and entered. There were two candles at the head of the table, fighting the early morning darkness, and the handsomely cruel face of her nightmare moving to his feet as she entered.
Morgan felt her knees moving to obey the silent command she had had ingrained into her since childhood as she stood still in the doorway, staring down the long table to him.
"Do not kneel in that dress, Morgan." Alastor's chilled voice washed over her, as though he had seen the small internal war going on with in her.
"Come sit and eat with me..." He ordered softly, indicating to his right and keeping his eyes glued to her as Morgan willed her feet to move.
"I trust you slept well?" Alastor asked gently, pulling her chair out for her as she neared and taking her hand to guide her into her seat.
"Yes Master..." Morgan answered cautiously, her words beginning to quiver the moment his fingertips crazed the nape of her neck.
"That surprises me...I did not do my job well enough last night I suppose." His voice held a soft threat that caused Morgan to squeeze her eyes closed.
"T...that is not..." She began, but her mouth closed at the feel of something light, very cold and metallic setting on the crown of her head. A moment later, it was followed by something slightly heavier, but just as cold setting around her throat.
Producing a small mirror from his pocket and bring it in front of her, Lord Alastor smiled at the look of awe that crossed Morgan's face. The thin gold, diamond encrusted circlet he had set on her head fit perfectly, sending the beautiful intricate design dancing across her forehead.
The necklace held medium sized emeralds, an intricate design between the green stones, silver and the pearls playing out across her throat.
"M...master...I..." Morgan began.
"I told you...good behavior gets rewarded...and as it were, I slept better last night then I have for as long as I can remember...and that, Morgan, is something to be rewarded for." Alastor smiled, clearly very please that Morgan could not take her eyes off of his gifts.
