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"And in here, is our bathroom. It has a large Jacuzzi tub, large shower with body jets and multiple shower heads, a steam room and another sitting area over here."
I look inquisitively at the size of the bathroom and the need for a sitting area in the bathroom. The size of the bathroom is the size of many apartments. She laughs as I look around in awe.
"Come. There are seven bedrooms for the many parties that we host for the society and other events. Two of the bedrooms are reserved for my personal "staff"." She watches my face as she stresses the word "staff" when it actually means servants, or more closely, slaves.
"Let's head downstairs. Down here we have a living room, parlor, formal dining room, large kitchen with an eating area for the "staff". Over here is a deck off of the back of the house overlooking a pool and large yard." She leads me past a locked room without mentioning what it is.
"What is that room we just went by?"
She looks sternly at me and then her face softens a bit. "Belle, you need to address me properly when asking a question. That room is off limits to you for now. You will learn about it in the future."
"I'm sorry, Miss Alicia."
She smiles at me and continues out to the back yard. It is a warm day. "Feel free to come out here and sun yourself, enjoy the pool and relax any time you wish. We will get you some new clothes and some bathing suits. Anything you need, please ask my "staff" and they will see to it. This is your home now, Belle. Welcome home."
"Thank you, Miss Alicia. I don't know what to say."
"Belle, sweetie, just relax and enjoy what you have worked hard for. You have made your grandmother proud. I have watched you from afar for many years and have fallen in love with you and I hope you will do the same with me. Dinner is at six in the dining room, please do not be late. I have taken the liberty of laying out some clothes you will wear for dinner."
My mind jumps a little when she says that I will wear something, but I don't think too much of it thinking it is just a misunderstanding. She turns and goes back into the house leaving me standing out on the deck by myself. I sit down on a lounger and let out a sigh of relief, it feeling like a thousand pounds has been lifted off my chest. I whimper a little as I sit, my ass reminding me of the abuse it recently underwent.
Her driver approaches. "Hello, Miss, my name is Rick, we didn't really have a chance to really meet under the circumstances. May I get you a drink?"
"Yes, please. I would love a lemon water. How long have you known Alicia?"
He gets me a glass of cold lemon water and hands it to me. "Please don't let Miss Alicia hear you refer to her in that way. She is very particular as to how she is referred to. I have known her for 23 years and I would do anything for her."
Startled, I accept the water. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offence."
He nods and excuses himself. "I have to get dinner ready. Please do not be late. It is about four o'clock right now. Dinner is at Six, Miss Alicia does not tolerate tardiness."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 4 years agoNothing like that bullshit needs to be “allowed” to happen. The entire situation is completely fucked up, even fantasies need to be plausible to some degree.
A grandparent allowing the abuse and torture of any child let alone their grandchild? Or a runaway living in the same community she’s run away from? The grandmother apparently funds the runaway so that they can stay hidden from the monsters in her family home and then after a lame attempt to “protect” her she asks her granddaughter to go back to be beaten, tortured and abused? No.
Any child getting out of that kind of environment would keep running and tell anyone who would listen exactly what happened to her and why she ran away. It’s almost as though you’re trying to justify why she’s lesbian which is is just really insulting.
As for the half arsed trigger warning, thanks for nothing. It would have been good to know that there was going to be incest, violence and torture because contrary to what you might think those things are not synonymous with the non consensual/ reluctance category. It was because you had included a trigger warning I made the monumental mistake of reading your story. Happy to add that this means I won’t be reading more.
Tess (UK)
