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“Me?” I whisper.
“Yes you,” she assures me kindly, stroking my arm.
“But Peach?”
“You’re her chosen, Cassidy, you have been since you arrived here, you should have sensed it by now.”
I’m skeptical, but compliant. Such a strange twist of fate.
“Go to her now, and remain with her tonight, while the rest of us celebrate you on the beach.”
I’m swept away by her calmness. The heat of the fire, the women’s song and Peach and Miriam standing side by side, I’m hypnotized into complying with this outrageous scheme.
Miriam removes the heavy beaded skirt, so what remains around my loins is the scant thorn skirt that rests gracefully on my hips. Pushing the thongs aside for a moment, she hangs a charm from my ring of roses. It’s a heavy weight on my labia that brushes my cunt as I move. The beads about my neck remain, though the earrings are stripped away. A woman on either side of me ties a band at either wrist and I’m led away from the beach back to the house.
Half tethered like a slave, half presented as some princess, the women take me up the cliff stairs, through the garden into the back patio door that leads directly to Tasia’s suite of rooms. We enter the sitting room where I saw Peach crouch submissively to Tasia that first night of her enslavement. We enter through a different door, however, so it’s difficult to recognize right off exactly where I am. We cross to the other side of the room and one woman knocks.
A muffled reply, and the knocking woman opens the door. The two women leave me just beyond the doorway and back off.
“Wait,” Tasia says. She’s sitting in a prim rocker, gazing at me expressionless. “Tie her arms behind her,” she says. And without a second’s hesitation, my arms are pulled behind my back, and bent so that I hold my elbows in my hands. My forearms are laced firmly together by the ends of the straps, so I can’t move them. The women leave when they’re finished.
“Don’t worry, my dear, you won’t be like this for long, but I rather like looking at you this way.” She stares at my chest as my hard nipples poke through the beaded mesh binding. “You’re very charming in my garments; they almost look as if they were made for you. Have you noticed the thorns?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“And how do they feel, tell me, I always find them a most delicious travail?”
“They remind that things are not so sweet at this place. Not that I shouldn’t remember that every moment, but today has been so soothing I might have forgotten otherwise.”
She nods her head, an appreciative grin on her face. Her cat, Mordred, sits calmly on her lap. She strokes him with her jeweled fingers, the gemstones gleam almost as ominously as the cat’s eyes.
“I have two reasons to abuse you, Cassidy, I think you should be aware of both before I begin.”
“Abuse me? I didn’t think you had any reason at all.”
“Then why did you come, surely you knew when you accepted my beads that you were giving yourself to me.”
“I thought nothing of the sort, I rather think of wearing these as stealing something away from you.”
“How interesting.”
“You stole Peach,” I remind her.
“Samantha Clarisse came to me willingly, you know that; but perhaps your criminal nature runs deeper than you know.”
“Really?”
“You stole Analise from me, and I intend to avenge that.”
“She came to me willingly,” I mimic her words.
There’s the same flash of sadness in her eyes that I witnessed this morning in the cellar.
“So my daughter did,” she says with resignation.
“Your daughter?” I exclaim surprised.
“Yes, my daughter, you didn’t see the resemblance? She’s the flesh of my loins, a mother’s fair progeny. Yes, my dear Cassidy, she’s my flesh born child. Straight out of this womb.” She presses her hand to her belly, as if I’ve wounded her there.
