Okay so here are the next two chapters. This is still very 'raw' meaning not so polished and I still have a ways to go. At the moment the spanking does not occur until much later on though the threat is there. I have set aside some time this weekend to really work on it and I see it being available in its entirety by September. <3 Thank you for the feedback so far!
*Warning - The post below contains a vivid memory of a sexual attack. It is not grossly documented but if this sort of scene offends you please do not continue. It is a recall though and not focused on for long. I do not feel I should warn you that it contains the idea of spanking because isn't that why you are here in the first place? *
Chapter
2
Anne
awoke to the man sitting in the chair next to her. He appeared to not have
moved since the previous night. Anne glanced towards the door. “I must attend
to myself.”
The
man nodded. “Must I remind you to keep quiet?”
Anne
shook her head. The very vivid image of Evan stroking his beard was enough.
“No, sir, I will do as you say.”
“Do
what you must and return here.” He gestured towards the door.
“Thank
you.” Anne stood and made her way to the back of the hall. She relieved herself
and rinsed her face with cool water from the basin. As she straightened she
felt something press against her spine. She gasped and searched for something to protect herself with.
“Though
you have no price you must not be so good for your overprotective guide to
leave his sight.”
Anne
took a deep breath.
“If
you scream, pretty, I will carve out your kidneys.”
She
closed her mouth and swallowed. “What do you intend to do with me, sir?”
“Do
not over think my intentions. I simply want those lovely thighs wrapped around
my body.”
Anne
gagged. “I would rather eat raw liver.”
She
was turned around slowly and could now clearly see that damned black beard being handled in front
of her.
Evan
smiled. “You will do exactly as I say. We are going to walk down the hall and
through the main room. If you open your mouth or gesture to anyone I will not
think twice about slicing you to pieces.”
Anne
looked down. “What have you done with the man I was with?”
Evan
grabbed her chin and titled it up to meet his greedy eyes. “He has been
disposed of.”
Anne
shuddered. She did not want to cooperate with this piece of filth but at least
she may be able to escape if someone in the main room could see her predicament.
“I will do what you say, sir.”
Evan
grinned as he looked over her dress. “Walk my pretty.”
Anne
walked down the hall and into the main room. No one would catch her eye. No one
glanced her way. Anne was fuming inside. How dare they pay her no mind! She
grew more and more desperate with each step towards the door.
Evan
opened the main door and gestured for Anne to walk through.
Anne
paused only a moment before following his command. She felt his arm wrap around
her waist and she gagged again. “Your touch disgusts me.”
“Your
thighs have no tongue. Perhaps I will wrap my cloak around your mouth to keep
it that way.”
Anne
swayed and was pinched hard on the arm. “I will find a way to get away from
you.”
“You
and I have business sir, and now it is not to your liking.” The tall man was
standing in front of them.
Anne
blinked but kept her mouth shut.
Evan
sneered. “Why is this woman so important to you, sir?”
“That
is of no concern of yours. Let her go or we will quarrel.” The man was staring
above Anne’s head.
Evan
moved the dagger from the small of Anne's back to point it at the man. “Your
death will be on her.”
The
man pulled his sword and twisted his wrist so smoothly that Evan seemed to
admire it before he was out cold on the ground.
He slid the sword back to his waist.
“I
have never seen a man quarrel without killing his opponent.” Anne was in awe as
he reached for her arm.
“Do
not mistake did not for could not.” The man led her around the inn.
“He
said dirty, nasty things to me.” Anne bit her lower lip as she walked
unsteadily towards the horse.
The
man picked her up and placed her on his horse before mounting. “Did you enjoy
those things?”
Anne
spit on the ground. “No!”
“Then
do not think of them again.” The man sounded tired.
Anne
huffed. “He touched me.”
The
man urged the steed on and they were off to the next village. “Did you enjoy
his touch?”
Anne
scoffed. “I do not enjoy being touched by a man.”
“Do
you enjoy the touch of a woman then?” Though the man was behind her she would
have bet he was smiling.
Anne
stifled. “That is such an awful thing to say!”
“You
must enjoy your own touch, then?” He still sounded as if she amused him.
“What
things are you thinking of, sir?” Anne let out a deep sigh.
“If
you do not enjoy anyone touching you then perhaps you should look inside yourself.”
“You
have no knowledge of the things that I have seen in my life, sir.”
The
man snorted. “You are but a child. You have no knowledge of the things that I
have seen.”
Anne
craned her neck to look up at him and was deeply surprised to see his dark
green eyes looking down at her. “Perhaps you would ask what I have seen, sir.”
“What
things then?”
Anne
looked back at the trail. “It is a rather long story, sir, and I doubt that I
can tell it with nothing to warm me.”
“Then
perhaps I shall hear it another time.”
“What
purpose do you intend to use me for?”
“You
will find out.”
Anne
turned her head. “That answer does not satisfy me!”
“I
do not intend to do so.”
Anne
narrowed her eyes. “Then what use of me?”
“Perhaps
I intend to carry you off into the woods and slaughter you like a deer.”
Anne
faced front again. “If that were so you would have done so by now.”
“Do
not mistake my courtesy for affection.”
“Since
you have shown me none I do not.”
“I
can see why you have no husband.”
Anne
balked. “You have made no attempt to distinguish me from any other woman how
dare you say that of me!”
“Then
distinguish yourself.”
Anne
shook her head. “You are a piece of filth.”
“You
have made no attempt to distinguish me from any other man so I must say that
your view is titled.”
“I
have no comment to that, sir.” Anne was growing weary of this. She was not used
to talking to anyone especially not a man.
“For
that I am grateful.” He pulled up on the reigns.
Anne
spun her body around to face him. “I have done nothing to you and do not know
you, sir. Tell me now, what use am I?!”
The
man slowed then stopped the horse. “Have you lost your mind? Turn around and do
not address me until I tell you to.”
Anne
raised an eyebrow. “I do not take orders from you.”
The
man narrowed his eyes at her. “What could you have done that your father never disciplined
you?”
Anne
was confused. Her father had not spoken to her in years. She looked up at him.
“I do not understand, sir.”
“You
were not taught to listen to a man and I want to know why.” He kept his eyes on
hers. “Has no one told you what happens to women who sass?”
“I
do not sass. I do not have ties to you, sir, and so I will not take orders.”
Anne shrugged.
“You
will turn around and you will do what I tell you to or your cheeks are going to
be as red as my bag.”
Anne
held a hand up to her face and scrunched her nose. She could not tell if he was
bluffing or not.
“I
am not speaking of those cheeks.”
Anne's
eyes went wide and she immediately turned around. “You are saying that to scare
me.”
“Try
me.” The man adjusted the reigns again.
“I
will not.” Anne ran her hand down over the horse's mane and tried to stop the
thoughts that were barreling through her head. The thought of him doing such a
barbaric thing to her made her nervous and something else. It was something
that felt like excitement.
*Warning - The post below contains a vivid memory of a sexual attack.
It is not grossly documented but if this sort of scene offends you
please do not continue. It is a recall though and not focused on for
long. Do not click below if the nature offends you*
