Chapter 5 - 1951 words
His hand at my back when I had started to move up in order to be comfortable once more... it had been so strange and foreign. I had found myself unable to speak, unable to move other than to the whims of what he was making me do now. Once I had been at last at my full sitting position again, I had seen that he had moved once more, but only to be partially in front of me. His hands moving closer to where my legs had been made me immediately wish to move back, not wanting him to touch my legs, or something that was closer. He paused when he had gotten to just at my knees, and he spoke to me. “Move your legs to be straight.” He held the same amount of care as he had done before, and I slightly moved, moving my legs. In a form of surprise, I had winced in pain. It seemed that my legs weren't as perfectly fine as I had thought that they would be. He helped me move my leg then, and I had been flabbergasted. He had been so angered that he had started to make me feel my place, and worse. Now he was trying to make sure that I was alright.
In the manner that I was moving, I felt more pain in my other leg while I was trying to balance myself. In not being able to any longer, I felt myself fall, and my body naturally reacted to try to catch something to break my fall. What I had caught was his hand and shoulder. He looked at me, staring into my eyes because of how I had fallen, and I wasn't able to look away once more. Pain within my legs had been of what caused the focus to be turned away at last from his endlessly black eyes. Closing my eyes, tears being at each side of them, I felt him hold a little pressure against me, though I didn't know of why. Time had seemed to slow almost to a standstill, for in the blink of an eye, he had moved me, holding me in a position like that of a bride would be held by her groom the day that they had married. He sent me down gently on the pillows once more, with my legs extended now. Not a word had been exchanged for a time, only of a silence engulfing the area once more. It was really deafening to me, and I knew that I would have my ears ringing when he would speak loudly again. Luckily, there hadn't been such a thing.
“Do they feel any better?” His voice was soft, and in a whisper towards me. He was close enough, so I'd imagined that he wouldn't need that much of a need to speak loudly. I only was able to nod my head, and looked down to them. I hadn't realized it until he had started to move his hand from my back. It had been a form of means in keeping me sitting up. When he had moved it, I had to move my hands to help in keeping me sitting for the moment. After gaining the ability to sit without needing to have such a position, he had moved once more, now being at the same lining of my knees. “I will have a woman come to find out of if you are alright.” Without a word from me in response, he stood and left the room once more. I looked at my legs, wondering of why it was that they would hurt like that. It hadn't been something that I imagined would happen, but it was a learning experience that it would hurt unless I would train myself to handle such a position. After a few minutes had passed, a woman had entered. She looked more closer to as I had been... a common woman that was doing as told to do.
She looked at me a moment, and gave a saddened look to me, as if she had pitied me. I didn't know of why, and I was about to ask of why, but did not gain the chance. “Young lady, I will need to lift your dress now. I need to see your knees in order to be able to aid in fixing them.” She then, without warning, had lifted my skirt as much as she had needed. I felt half naked then, for it wasn't something that I had ever done save for when I would bathe alone. There were twinges of pain while she had worked, but afterward, they had finally started to feel better. “You are to not bend them for a while, lest that pain come back, and you harm yourself more than what you have done.” She had started to make the final movements when I had seen Raziel looking at the two of us.
I had felt embarrassed, and moved the skirt quickly to hide my legs, moving the woman suddenly. “Hold still. I must finish what I have started, or you will not get better at all.” She had, against my wishes, moved my skirt once more, almost flipping it because of her annoyance. I quickly moved it so that it would at least be moved down, not allowing any more than what had already been shown to be revealed. My face had turned a deep shade of red from my embarrassment, and I looked down. The moment that I had seen him out of the corner of my eye had proven that he had gotten to me, and was now sitting near me. The woman finished, then moved my skirt down before standing and leaving. I almost wanted her to stay now, not able to handle at that moment of being alone with him. He had seen so much, and it had made me feel that if things kept going as they had been, that I wouldn't have very much of an innocence to me.
“Dawn is approaching. You are unable to bend your legs, and so you are to sleep within here. If you disobey me, I may not be so kind at all.” I heard him whisper to me, his lips being so close to my ear that I had felt even more heat on my face. His hand had come under my chin then, but instead of grabbing it, he only had one finger under my chin, and moved my head gently so that I could look at him. He was unbearably close, and it had reminded me quickly of the stolen kiss. I didn't want such a thing to happen again, and tried to look away, but he had once more moved my face to look at him, this time his gaze once more making me unable to move. Many times I thought to speak of how close he had been, but I wasn't able to speak of it. “Do you understand that I will not be as kind as I have been should you disobey me now whilst you are injured?”
I felt an immediate sense of dread wash over me when he had said that. I could only slightly nod my head, speaking in a whisper “Yes, mi'lord.” His lips had gotten so close, that I had sworn that he was about to violate mine once more, and I quickly spoke. “I mean yes, Raziel.” He had stopped then, and lifted himself, gently kissing my forehead. He had been kind, even when he had caused so much heartbreak and pain to me... that was his kindness??? When he had stood, I looked down once more, nightmares seeming to replace anything else that I might have thought at that moment. I felt myself shudder at the thoughts, and held myself, keeping my face to stare down at my legs. I hoped that I would be done with my manners very soon, for there was a never ending fear of those nightmares coming true. Him clearing his throat had caused the nightmares to pause, my mind naturally becoming as it always had been... ready to obey what was told.
I looked up at last to him, and he was only watching me, watching more my expressions, it seemed. I became a toy to him, something that he was enjoying in looking at. I felt my body being violated by just his eyes, and I had, without thinking, moved my hands to hold onto my arms, crossing them in front of my upper body. A bemused smirk had appeared then, and a natural movement of slightly twisting my body had been the response from such an expression. He had started to take a couple of steps towards me, but then stopped, and looked immediately to the doorway. I glanced over, wondering of what he was looking at, and had seen as a person had come to be in front of it. He had moved to the doorway then, only needing to take three steps before he had been. His long legs were able to grant him the ability to walk quickly. He had his back to me, nothing being able to be seen at all while he was over near the other person.
His turning to me had caused me to move myself, posturing myself to be perfectly still. The male that was there had moved into the room, and had set a bit of food in front of me, a goblet being next to it that had been filled with a red liquid. Water had been the only thing that I had ever drank, so I wasn't sure of if that was something to drink or not. Watching the male, seeing him place only a goblet in front of Raziel then leaving, I looked down then to the food. It seemed like a horrible taunt, one that made my stomach yearn for what I had seen. He hadn't spoken for a few moments, making my hatred of what was happening rise all the more. “You are allowed to eat and drink what is there.” He had said it in a commanding voice, but also of one that is soft as well. I nodded only once, and had started to eat first. In he stating of drink as well, that had been what the liquid was. Glancing at him after having a few bites of food, he lifted his glass.
He waited for me for a moment, and I knew that I was to do the same. I set down what I had, wiping my hands on the rags of a dress, then lifted the goblet as well in the same manner as he had done. “Good. You are not that quick to response though. Be mindful of your surroundings instead of what is set in front of you next time, or there will not be anything set in front of you.” I held back my tongue, and he gave a smile, a taunting one as if to say he knew that I wanted to speak, but wasn't doing so. “Here's to the nights that shall ensue. May they be fruitful.” I didn't know of what he meant, but I only knew that I wouldn't have to deal with it for more than the next night. Once he had moved the goblet to his lips, I felt that I had to do the same. Once he had drank his almost in one gulp, he had looked to me. I started to drink the liquid, but then had lowered the goblet, a bit of the liquid falling out back into it.
In the manner that I was moving, I felt more pain in my other leg while I was trying to balance myself. In not being able to any longer, I felt myself fall, and my body naturally reacted to try to catch something to break my fall. What I had caught was his hand and shoulder. He looked at me, staring into my eyes because of how I had fallen, and I wasn't able to look away once more. Pain within my legs had been of what caused the focus to be turned away at last from his endlessly black eyes. Closing my eyes, tears being at each side of them, I felt him hold a little pressure against me, though I didn't know of why. Time had seemed to slow almost to a standstill, for in the blink of an eye, he had moved me, holding me in a position like that of a bride would be held by her groom the day that they had married. He sent me down gently on the pillows once more, with my legs extended now. Not a word had been exchanged for a time, only of a silence engulfing the area once more. It was really deafening to me, and I knew that I would have my ears ringing when he would speak loudly again. Luckily, there hadn't been such a thing.
“Do they feel any better?” His voice was soft, and in a whisper towards me. He was close enough, so I'd imagined that he wouldn't need that much of a need to speak loudly. I only was able to nod my head, and looked down to them. I hadn't realized it until he had started to move his hand from my back. It had been a form of means in keeping me sitting up. When he had moved it, I had to move my hands to help in keeping me sitting for the moment. After gaining the ability to sit without needing to have such a position, he had moved once more, now being at the same lining of my knees. “I will have a woman come to find out of if you are alright.” Without a word from me in response, he stood and left the room once more. I looked at my legs, wondering of why it was that they would hurt like that. It hadn't been something that I imagined would happen, but it was a learning experience that it would hurt unless I would train myself to handle such a position. After a few minutes had passed, a woman had entered. She looked more closer to as I had been... a common woman that was doing as told to do.
She looked at me a moment, and gave a saddened look to me, as if she had pitied me. I didn't know of why, and I was about to ask of why, but did not gain the chance. “Young lady, I will need to lift your dress now. I need to see your knees in order to be able to aid in fixing them.” She then, without warning, had lifted my skirt as much as she had needed. I felt half naked then, for it wasn't something that I had ever done save for when I would bathe alone. There were twinges of pain while she had worked, but afterward, they had finally started to feel better. “You are to not bend them for a while, lest that pain come back, and you harm yourself more than what you have done.” She had started to make the final movements when I had seen Raziel looking at the two of us.
I had felt embarrassed, and moved the skirt quickly to hide my legs, moving the woman suddenly. “Hold still. I must finish what I have started, or you will not get better at all.” She had, against my wishes, moved my skirt once more, almost flipping it because of her annoyance. I quickly moved it so that it would at least be moved down, not allowing any more than what had already been shown to be revealed. My face had turned a deep shade of red from my embarrassment, and I looked down. The moment that I had seen him out of the corner of my eye had proven that he had gotten to me, and was now sitting near me. The woman finished, then moved my skirt down before standing and leaving. I almost wanted her to stay now, not able to handle at that moment of being alone with him. He had seen so much, and it had made me feel that if things kept going as they had been, that I wouldn't have very much of an innocence to me.
“Dawn is approaching. You are unable to bend your legs, and so you are to sleep within here. If you disobey me, I may not be so kind at all.” I heard him whisper to me, his lips being so close to my ear that I had felt even more heat on my face. His hand had come under my chin then, but instead of grabbing it, he only had one finger under my chin, and moved my head gently so that I could look at him. He was unbearably close, and it had reminded me quickly of the stolen kiss. I didn't want such a thing to happen again, and tried to look away, but he had once more moved my face to look at him, this time his gaze once more making me unable to move. Many times I thought to speak of how close he had been, but I wasn't able to speak of it. “Do you understand that I will not be as kind as I have been should you disobey me now whilst you are injured?”
I felt an immediate sense of dread wash over me when he had said that. I could only slightly nod my head, speaking in a whisper “Yes, mi'lord.” His lips had gotten so close, that I had sworn that he was about to violate mine once more, and I quickly spoke. “I mean yes, Raziel.” He had stopped then, and lifted himself, gently kissing my forehead. He had been kind, even when he had caused so much heartbreak and pain to me... that was his kindness??? When he had stood, I looked down once more, nightmares seeming to replace anything else that I might have thought at that moment. I felt myself shudder at the thoughts, and held myself, keeping my face to stare down at my legs. I hoped that I would be done with my manners very soon, for there was a never ending fear of those nightmares coming true. Him clearing his throat had caused the nightmares to pause, my mind naturally becoming as it always had been... ready to obey what was told.
I looked up at last to him, and he was only watching me, watching more my expressions, it seemed. I became a toy to him, something that he was enjoying in looking at. I felt my body being violated by just his eyes, and I had, without thinking, moved my hands to hold onto my arms, crossing them in front of my upper body. A bemused smirk had appeared then, and a natural movement of slightly twisting my body had been the response from such an expression. He had started to take a couple of steps towards me, but then stopped, and looked immediately to the doorway. I glanced over, wondering of what he was looking at, and had seen as a person had come to be in front of it. He had moved to the doorway then, only needing to take three steps before he had been. His long legs were able to grant him the ability to walk quickly. He had his back to me, nothing being able to be seen at all while he was over near the other person.
His turning to me had caused me to move myself, posturing myself to be perfectly still. The male that was there had moved into the room, and had set a bit of food in front of me, a goblet being next to it that had been filled with a red liquid. Water had been the only thing that I had ever drank, so I wasn't sure of if that was something to drink or not. Watching the male, seeing him place only a goblet in front of Raziel then leaving, I looked down then to the food. It seemed like a horrible taunt, one that made my stomach yearn for what I had seen. He hadn't spoken for a few moments, making my hatred of what was happening rise all the more. “You are allowed to eat and drink what is there.” He had said it in a commanding voice, but also of one that is soft as well. I nodded only once, and had started to eat first. In he stating of drink as well, that had been what the liquid was. Glancing at him after having a few bites of food, he lifted his glass.
He waited for me for a moment, and I knew that I was to do the same. I set down what I had, wiping my hands on the rags of a dress, then lifted the goblet as well in the same manner as he had done. “Good. You are not that quick to response though. Be mindful of your surroundings instead of what is set in front of you next time, or there will not be anything set in front of you.” I held back my tongue, and he gave a smile, a taunting one as if to say he knew that I wanted to speak, but wasn't doing so. “Here's to the nights that shall ensue. May they be fruitful.” I didn't know of what he meant, but I only knew that I wouldn't have to deal with it for more than the next night. Once he had moved the goblet to his lips, I felt that I had to do the same. Once he had drank his almost in one gulp, he had looked to me. I started to drink the liquid, but then had lowered the goblet, a bit of the liquid falling out back into it.