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“Where are we going?” I ask.
“To my room.”
“But…it’s daytime,” I try to stall.
“Quiet,” he snaps, his good mood gone. I’m dismal and quiet as we return to his bedroom. We pass a few people on the way, but each person averts their eyes when they see me. They’re all obviously completely loyal to Forwal. They’re completely devoted to him.
Even if I wanted to run away, which I don’t, I wouldn’t be able to.
One of them would catch me, or tell on me, and I have a feeling I wouldn’t enjoy the punishment Forwal deemed necessary.
He isn’t the type of person I want to make mad. I don’t want to upset him. I’ve seen firsthand exactly what he can do, although I still don’t know what my father owed him for. Why did Papa borrow money from this man? Why did Papa go to Forwal? I know many people owe him debts, but I will never understand why they decided to ask him for money in the first place.
They should have known what kind of a man he was.
They should have known he was a monster.
When we reach Forwal’s room, he steps aside so I can enter first. This is something I’m slowly becoming accustomed to. He opens a door and I go through it, and then he follows. I don’t know if it’s good manners or if he’s simply controlling me little by little.
I turn to him, and he closes the door. Then he locks it.
“What happens now?” I ask quietly.
“You know what happens, Evelyn.” He motions for me to take off my dress, and slowly, I remove it. I’m not sad or scared to be here right now. I’m more curious than anything else.
I have the feeling that I’m being given a unique opportunity to find out who Forwal really is: not who he pretends to be when everyone else is watching. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s dark and twisted inside. No one could steal a woman without being a little messed up in the head, but there’s more to him than just that.
What?
And how can I access this part of him no one else seems to be able to?
I toss my dress on the floor, but he shakes his head.
“You should take better care of your things,” he says. “That was a gift. Pick up your dress, Evelyn.”
He’s talking to me like I’m a petulant child and while I find it slightly embarrassing, I don’t think he’s being mean. The dress is obviously expensive, and shouldn’t be on the floor. I pick it up and place it carefully on a nearby chair. He nods.
“Better,” Forwal says. “Now kneel before me.”
I know what he’s going to make me do even before we begin. I’ve never done this before, but girls always whisper about such things. I know what happens, and although I have no experience with it, I’m not afraid.
He quietly unbuttons his shirt and sets it aside. His shoes, socks, and pants follow. Finally, he removes his undergarments, and that’s when I see him fully nude before me.
I lick my lips, and he chuckles.
“You’re excited, and curious,” he notes, and I nod.
“I’ve never…”
“Obviously. That’s all right. Come here.”
I scoot forward on my knees, and this pleases him. He pets my hair gently.
“Such a sweet girl,” he murmurs, and for just a second, I wonder if that’s a hint of regret I hear in his voice. It can’t be because Forwal is the kind of man who doesn’t have regrets. He doesn’t hold back. He takes what he wants, when he wants, how he wants.
He’s not thinking twice about what he’s going to do to me.
He’s just doing it.
