Seduced in the Dark (15 page)

“Don’t cry, Kitten. I won’t let anyone hurt
you. Obey and you’ll be fine.” Caleb’s words were supposed to
soothe me, but his tone was somewhat deadpan. It seemed not even
he, believed what he said.

I wrapped my arms tighter around myself and
closed my eyes to try and find my bearing. I could do this, I kept
telling myself. I could survive. I could get well enough to escape.
I couldn’t lose hope. Someone would come for me.

Abruptly, the truck stopped and a man
wearing a tuxedo asked Caleb for his invitation. I was tempted to
shout for help, but something told me the man knew exactly why I
was being brought here and the last thing I needed was to prove to
Caleb he’d been right about me. I would try to escape at the first
opportunity. It was true, but he didn’t need to have that kind of
certainty.

“I don’t have an invitation, but I was
invited: Caleb.”

His name, that’s all it took. The man waved
us on and a little further up the driveway Caleb stopped the
vehicle, came around to my door and gripping me by the arm, pulled
me slowly up the walkway while someone else took the truck.

“I can walk!” I shrugged out of Caleb’s
grasp, ignoring the pain in my shoulder. I was sobbing, completely
unable to stop. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

You’re going to die in there. Stop marching
to your own fucking doom!

I stopped walking. “Caleb. Please, please
don’t make me go in there. Please. Please!” I turned to run, but
Caleb’s arms surrounded me before I managed to take my first step.
I struggled and pain radiated from every part of my body, but
especially my shoulder.

Caleb’s hand covered my mouth as he pressed
his body against my back and held me immobile. “Kitten, don’t you
dare!” he half whispered, half growled into my ear. “I warned you
not to use my name. I warned you not to run from me. You are going
inside one way or another and there is nothing you can do about it.
Accept it. Breathe and accept it.”

I whimpered and sobbed behind his hand, but
I had to admit being held by him was slowly bringing me back toward
center. My panic was palpable, literally thrumming and pulsing in
my veins, but Caleb’s arms were strong. Caleb was solid. My muscles
strained and the pain was approaching unbearable. I willed myself
to relax my body in degrees and I noticed Caleb’s fingers also
relaxed.

He slowly withdrew his hand from my mouth. I
gasped for breath and sobbed. “Shh.” He stroked my hair as he
continued to hold me up. “I know it’s terrifying. I know you’re
scared. I’m trying to make this as simple as I can, but you cannot
disobey me. If anyone believes I am not your master…. It will be
bad, Kitten. Do you understand?”

I gripped Caleb’s arm, wrapped around my
midsection.
Don’t leave me
, I silently screamed.
Don’t
leave me.
I nodded slowly and let Caleb’s touch comfort me and
reassure me he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me. So long as I obeyed
Caleb, I was his and no one could hurt me. No one, but Caleb.

We walked the rest of the way in silence,
but Caleb let me hold his hand. I knew he’d eventually punish me
for my outburst, but that was later. At the moment, his anger was
tempered and his hand was warm and strong against mine. Caleb was
finished comforting me the moment we reached the large wooden door
of the enormous estate. My entire body trembled, but I kept my head
down and tried to breathe. My safety was assured, so long as my
obedience could be expected. It could be a lie, but doubt was
something my fragile psyche could ill afford.

Caleb rang the bell and after a few seconds,
there was a metal clang and the door creaked open.
“Buenas
tardes,
Señor
….”

I tuned out while Caleb and the man who
answered the door talked. In the place of their conversation, I
heard a high-pitched screech. I felt dizzy, too, but somewhere in
my head, I knew it was only my panic and adrenaline doing this to
me. I forced air in and out of my lungs at a steady pace, willing
myself not to hyperventilate.

Caleb’s hand at the small of my back urged
me forward and somehow I did it: I took that first step toward my
own annihilation. Then I took another and another, my eyes watched
my feet as they continued to carry me.

Music played in the background as we walked
and soon I couldn’t help but notice the place looked like a lavish
hotel. The floors were made of marble, and use of rich, wine
colored carpets was also prevalent. I kept close to Caleb,
especially since he didn’t discourage it. Suddenly, I heard a loud
slap, followed by a woman’s whimper of distress from the left. My
eyes followed the sound past the man in front of us and landed on
the scene in the adjoining room.

A crowd of finely dressed men, and even some
women, was loosely gathered to watch as another man in a white
tuxedo held a naked woman over his lap. Her black hair was swept to
the side, her pain-stricken face clearly visible. Her body seemed
graceful, even in its debased position. A glaring red hand print
stood out prominently against her pale white skin. The man stroked
her spine and she undulated, lifting her behind higher into the air
as if begging the man to strike her again. I looked away when he
did and the woman once again whimpered, but did not scream.

Is that the kind of thing Caleb expects
from me?
I knew the answer. I also knew I would fail at the
task miserably. No matter how many times Caleb had spanked me I
always screamed and begged for him to stop, even as I surrendered
to the orgasms he gave me.

“There is someone here to see you. I am
taking you to him now,” said our chaperone.

Caleb’s fingers twitched against my spine
and I felt a corresponding shock of pure panic. “Is it the master
of the house? I’ve been eager to meet him.”

The chaperone kept walking as he answered,
“No, Sir. The master of the house is Felipe Villanueva. We passed
him in the den with his slave, Celia. The
señor
often has guests; he enjoys the attention.”

Another slave. Another woman being held
against her will in this same house. It makes me sick. That poor
woman, being humiliated in front of all those strangers and knowing
none of them will help her.

Caleb stopped and I jumped when his hand
pushed me forward. Our eyes met. His blue eyes were cold and they
hid something very dark. I did not want to know what he was
thinking. I forced myself to keep going.

The music and the sound of the other guests
slowly drifted away with each twist and turn we took into the
labyrinth. Unfortunately, they were drowned out by the sound of a
woman screaming. I couldn’t help but start crying then. I found
Caleb’s arm and gripped it with both arms, wrapping my body around
it. I looked up to see the chaperone slide two doors apart and the
screaming only got louder. The man and Caleb exchanged a short nod
and then the man left. Caleb dragged me inside as he walked.

Caleb stopped after a few steps and I could
feel the way his body tensed. Something had startled him. The woman
was still screaming.

I looked up and the sight in front of me
finally forced me to faint. Nancy, the girl that had assisted in my
attempted rape, the one who had watched while those men held me
down and tried to go at me from both ends. The one that had stood
by while they punched, slapped, and kicked me! She was the one
doing all the screaming. She was naked and tied face down onto some
kind of wooden horse while an Arab looking man rammed himself into
her over and over.

When I regained consciousness, I realized
Nancy wasn’t screaming any more. I was lying on a burgundy leather
sofa and Caleb’s angry face was looking down on me. He said nothing
as he lifted a glass of water to my lips. I didn’t even think of
speaking. I’d seen what could happen if Caleb left my side and I
was determined to endear myself to him.

Suddenly, a man’s voice broke the silence.
He spoke a language I didn’t understand. It was the same fast,
clipped speech I recognized as being similar to Jair’s. He and
Caleb’s exchange was heated and forceful. The other man
laughed
at Caleb. I dared not look in the direction of that
voice.

Caleb’s brow furrowed, and his eyes focused
above and behind me, “She’s scared. I hardly see how terrifying her
further will serve anyone’s purpose.

The man let out an eerie chuckle, “English,
Khoya
? Do you want her to understand our conversation?” His
words were thickly accented, but understandable. “She should be
afraid. After the chase she led you on and the trouble she has
caused, she obviously wasn’t terrified enough to begin with. Jair
mentioned you’ve been soft with her,” said the man.

I could tell the man had to be someone with
a lot of power. I couldn’t imagine Caleb would let anyone speak to
him that way.

Caleb’s voice rose and he rattled off a
bunch of words in another language I didn’t understand; Arabic, I
thought. If I had to guess, I would say he was giving the other man
a piece of his mind. I sank into the couch and tried to become
invisible as the two of them went back and forth.

Finally, Caleb said, “Enough! Kitten, get
down on the floor in your rest position.” Though terrified, I
didn’t think twice about obeying and quickly found myself on the
floor at Caleb’s feet with my legs open and my hands on my thighs,
head bowed, just as asked.

“I want to look at her. Come here…,” he
chuckled again, “Kitten.”

I whimpered and shook, but I couldn’t make
myself move. I inclined toward Caleb’s leg, cowering and begging as
much as I could without speaking or breaking my position. He had
promised to protect me. I hoped he would, now.

The man tsked, and I could almost feel
Caleb’s anger radiating off of him, but I didn’t know whom the
anger was directed toward. It didn’t take long to figure out.
Caleb’s hand pushed my head away and he left my side.

“Look at me,” Caleb said.

He stood next to the Arab-looking man. The
man had put his clothes back on and I was somewhat surprised to see
him in a dark, finely cut suit. His shirt was unbuttoned some of
the way, exposing some of his deeply brown, and slightly sweaty
skin. He was a few inches shorter than Caleb, but still tall by my
standard. He was older than Caleb as well, perhaps in his forties.
His eyes were dead and dark. They seemed to be rimmed in kohl but I
could tell they weren’t. It was an attribute associated with Middle
Eastern men to have such long, thick, and dark lashes. However, I
was not attracted to him in the least. He was a monster.

“Come here,” said Caleb and I knew exactly
what he wanted. It took quite a bit of effort on my part, but
somehow I managed to crawl toward him without using my injured
shoulder. In the process I saw Nancy was out cold in the corner,
still strapped down, but with a gag in her mouth. I shuddered. I
obviously didn’t give two fucks about Nancy, but no one deserved
that.

More words were exchanged in Arabic before
the strange man in front of me addressed me, “
Leet sawm k’leet
sue
,” he said.

I looked toward Caleb who repeated the
command with some exasperation. With tears flooding my eyes, I lied
back and opened my legs toward the pair, relieved I was wearing
clothing. That was, until the man reached down and flipped my skirt
up over my knees. Losing all composure, I flipped the skirt back
down and struggled to move away.

“Stay where you are!” yelled Caleb and I was
helpless against accepting the command. He approached me at a fast
clip and pushed me to the ground. Within seconds, I lay in the
appropriate position with my most intimate parts displayed for this
stranger. Betrayal burned hotly in my chest, but a voice in my head
bade me to be smart and avoid confrontation. No one had hurt me –
not yet and until then, Caleb still kept his promise.

“She’s hardly been broken. I’ve had more
obedient hounds!”

Caleb’s eyes narrowed in my direction. He
was embarrassed in front of this man on my account. I knew that
now. I knew who the man must be.
Rafiq
, my mind offered.
This was the man Caleb owed and he was the reason Caleb planned to
sell me.

“
Lye zhaash chee!
” ordered Caleb and
once again I did as he asked. I rolled over and lifted my ass into
the air, sobbing into the carpet as I struggled to demean myself
fast enough.

Caleb and Rafiq spoke more Arabic as they
ignored my sobbing and took stock of me. Caleb’s hand traveled my
body, exposing parts of me along the way. One of his hands played
along my spine, trying to soothe me as the other trailed up the
back of my thighs and palmed each of my ass cheeks in turn. It was
almost as though Caleb were trying to convince Rafiq of something.
I hoped it would end in my favor, but I had my doubts.

Finally, Rafiq let out a resigned sigh.
“Fine,
Khoya
. Perhaps when she is healed and trained
properly, I will see her as you do. For the moment, I am not so
impressed.”

Caleb urged me back into my rest position
and put my clothing to rights with clipped and jerky movements that
made me want to cringe. Despite my relief, I knew I’d be paying for
Caleb’s embarrassment one way or another and soon.

A groan from the corner brought our
collective attention back to Nancy. Rafiq laughed, “Now this one,
Khoya
. This one is a whore. She’s been had by almost
everyone, but she continues to come no matter how brutally she is
taken, or how many times. It would be a pity to kill her, but of
course, the choice is yours. I would never deprive you of your
blessed revenge.” He walked over to Nancy and cut her loose.

She screamed as he lifted her and I cringed
when I saw blood and semen run down both of her legs as he forced
her to walk toward us while he led her by her hair. It was my fault
she was here. Ironically, I was glad she had been so cruel to me
and had participated in my torture. Otherwise I would be beside
myself for what had been done to her. It was difficult to stomach
as it was. I couldn’t imagine if this had been her penance for
trying to help me.