Vidar wasn't used to not knowing what to do. Even if his decision was to do nothing, he was always confident in the thought process that led him there. What knowledge he lacked could be supplemented by inference gathered by context or relevant experience, or at least assurance that more information would soon be acquired to build on. He had no context or relevant experience with this, and the outlook of acquiring any information seemed grim. What he had was insufficient data and an insane creature of a girl sitting at the edge of his bed, telling him not to do anything in response to the sudden end of the sociopathic maniac who had held control of his life for the past two months. He knew just enough to know that he knew nothing. That was why he was packing his suitcases with his bolt action hunting rifle loaded and ready within reach."Where will you go?" she asked, fiddling with the broken ribbon of her blouse like a guilty child.
"We are going anywhere they won't find us," he answered. "Stop that."
Her hands fell to fold politely in her lap without hesitation or even a scornful look. Whatever hellion she may have been when she had answered Maier's questioning with vitriol and violence was nothing like the meek little thing before him now, but he couldn't trust that this was really her either. He didn't know what to think of her anymore.
"I can't leave," she said. "And I can't stay with you."
Vidar wrinkled his nose in irritation and revulsion at the reminder of their dreadful use of her, sneering, "You are just going to let them have you after what happened last night?"
"If I don't, they will punish you for my disobedience. Besides..." she paused, and he could see how tight her hands nervously squeezed together. "What they want is not any different than what you've done. It's not a problem for me anymore. You've done a good job at being my handler."
He froze in the middle of folding a shirt into a suitcase, his widened eyes drifting to her in shock. She wouldn't look at him, her carefully blank stare fixed to the floor and her posture tense and rigid. Anger seeped in past the dissolving wall of shock in him and he slid the suitcases off the bed and onto the floor, the heavy thumps of them hitting the hardwood making her breaths come quicker and her hands clench tighter.
"Let me make some things clear," he said as he stepped closer. She didn't resist him when he pushed her by her shoulders to lie face-down on the bed, didn't fight him as he moved to straddle her thighs. "I am not your 'handler'. I did not do a 'good job' to train you for their use. What he wants is nothing like what I've done."
She didn't resist him sliding her skirt up or lifting her ass with a yank on her hips, but her hands curled into fists at the sound of him unzipping his fly.
"I am your master. I am training you to better serve me. What I want is what I take from you, because you are mine to take from."
He reached over and pulled the tube of lube and a short length of nylon rope from his nightstand drawer. The skin of her wrists was rubbed raw and bruised, but she still did nothing to resist him as he tied them together behind her back. The horrors he'd learned, the madness that had fractured his mind, the violence that had befallen him and his brothers for having merely brushed the truth that had been concealed from them; there was nothing that could possibly make any of this ruination and terror worth it, but she was a start.
"You did so well taking the whip," he cooed into her neck. "All that time alone with Henrik, you must love him to protect him so devotedly. Do you think he would do the same for you?"
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Where All Paths Lead
Mystery / ThrillerBOOK THREE She'd had her freedom, her home, her family, her country, her body, her mind, her memory taken from her at the will of men. Not monsters, not demons, just men as human as herself, made of the same fragile flesh and brittle bone. They were...