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Post by Valentina Aurora Harte on Feb 6, 2010 6:03:40 GMT -5
She felt disorientated and extremely weak yet she needed to get out of here, needed to feel fresh air on her skin. As the door opened and she took a few tentative steps into the other room she saw Patrick on the sofa watching the television. The hair on the back of her neck rose and she bit her lip. This was not going to be easy, there was no way she would ever get an apology for what he had done to her and yet, still she had some sort of feelings regarding him. Val knew this was merely a transference of some kind. Many people who were kidnapped often began to feel something for their kidnappers and so it was probably the same for victims of torture and abuse.
She wasn't sure and did not want to analyse it at all as her feet guided her to the sofa. Walking around she took a deep breath as she finally came to stand in front of him. With another few steps she sat on the sofa beside him, curled herself up in a ball at his side as if wanting to snuggle close to him. She was not used to any master being displeased with her and that seemed to hurt her more than anything else. Her bandaged wrist wound around his waist, as she lay her head on his chest. Comfort, was that really what she was hoping to find here?
"I'm sorry Patrick" she whispered to him, "thank you for getting me help." He would most likely expect her to atone for whatever crime he thought she had committed but she hoped not just yet, not just now. She was too frail and too weak for anything, wanting only human contact and kindness and eventually sunlight on her. The taste of freedom from this apartment.
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Feb 6, 2010 22:23:14 GMT -5
Patrick was really only waiting for Val to wake up again and have rested he had been drinking again now he had ran out of alcohol he needed to go and buy some more. Patrick was watching Ghost Rider, it was on one of the many channels on pay TV. Patrick had the last bottle of beer in his hands it was half finished but he didn’t care about that now. Patrick wondered if it was Val waking up or Clara coming back she had said that she would return to see how Val was and she had said that she even wanted to fuck Val which Patrick said that she could no worries if he could watch them and even join in which Clara accepted. Patrick had found out that she would be coming over after work which would be in a couple of hours now.
Patrick was watching the movie and didn’t see Val until she was in front of him, she was standing in front of the TV and interrupting his viewing of the movie. Patrick watched as Val sat on the sofa and curled herself beside him, he wondered what she was doing if it was some master plan to get out of his apartment well she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. “Well you can thank Clara in a couple of hours. She’s coming over after she finishes work, Clara said she wanted to fuck you too. I said she could.” Patrick explained as he wrapped his arm around Val. Patrick wondered what Val’s reaction was to this though it didn’t matter it was an order after all.
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Post by Valentina Aurora Harte on Feb 8, 2010 5:17:22 GMT -5
It was strange how she felt save and protected lying against his broad chest though knowing that he had physically hurt her and damn near killed her. She was a rational person, was intelligent and had plans for her future and yet here she was behaving like a victim, behaving as if she needed this man in order to breathe. Part of her knew that what she was feeling now was quite possibly be Stockholm syndrome but she also didn't care. The man had obviously had his reasons for hurting her, she was his slave and had attempted to escape. She was there to meet his needs and wants and obviously had not done that. Valentina snuggled deeper into his arms.
When he spoke of this Clara, Val remembered the lady who had helped her. Her body predictably tensed at the mention of that woman wanting to be with her but Patrick's arm moving around her shoulder steadied her nerves. Calmed her in a way she had not expected it too. Her eyes moved to the television set though she took little notice of it really.
"If that is what my master wants" was all she said, knowing that she had to do what he bade her too. Wasn't that one of the reasons her previous masters had never had to punish her, she had been obedient to a fault though of course neither of them had subjected her to the horrible raping that she had with Patrick. A tear drop slipped unnoticed from her eye and spilled on to his chest as her arm tightened about his waist.
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Post by patrick dmitri schreyer on Feb 10, 2010 22:09:06 GMT -5
Patrick had wondered now if Val was going to obey him with any command that he gave her though there were ways of finding out, last night was a test to see how far he could push Val to the brink and then bring her back. Patrick knew a few things, Val got drunk and horny on vodka which was good he always kept a bottle of two in the fridge, Val disliked the feeling of being anally fucked especially when he was forcing a bottle of alcohol in her pussy as well. Patrick had wondered what else he could do to Val to bring her close to the point of breaking apart then stopping on the edge. Val was his, his slave to do whatever he liked to do with her and if Val didn’t like it, it was not Patrick’s fault but hers to toughen up and endure whatever he pushed onto her.
Patrick looked back at the movie again as he held Val close towards him, she wasn’t finished there was still tonight and then tomorrow she would be allowed to leave that’s when both Clara and Patrick was finished with Val of course when that was done Patrick couldn’t care less where she went to as long as she would be back to him when he called her next. Patrick had an idea on what to do next it was time for Faith and Val to meet that’s if the two slave girls hadn’t met already he wasn’t sure on that. “It’s what I want. I command you to listen and obey Clara as if the order came from me. She was the one who fixed you up and part of the payment was having her way with you.” Patrick explained though he really didn’t mind Clara coming over and having some fun with Val.
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Post by Valentina Aurora Harte on Feb 16, 2010 3:09:48 GMT -5
If she closed her eyes and tried really hard, she could almost imagine herself in the arms of a tentative lover or simply far from here but her imagination was not that great and the pain that engulfed her body would not let her mind wander anywhere but the present. "I will do as she asks" Valentina told him, knowing she had no choice in the matter what so ever. There was no way she would even contemplate what this woman was capable of, especially if she cleaned up Patrick's slaves for him on a regular basis. It was obviously for the money and whatever perks were on the side and today that perk was Val. Her heart sank, how often had her other masters warned her about the bastards that were out there? Had tried to instill in her some sort of self preservation, even going so far as to teach her self defence. Alot of good that had done her last night but truthfully she knew she could never actually defend herself from her own master or harm him for that matter. It was simply not what had been taught to her.
Always told to obey without question, she had done so but then they hadn't treated her so appallingly. They had not made her perform such base vile acts or commited them on her. Why she was still wrapped up around him she seriously did not know but still she sat there, arms about his waist. Head rested on his chest listening to his heart as if it now beat out the death knoll just for her.
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