Queen of Darkness

Chapter 4 - Beautiful Stranger

The night started off like most others. Master Nolan arrived drunk and loud as usual, bringing 2 other men with him. One I knew as Master Simon, he was a regular by then, and the other one was new.

As per usual Master Nolan insulted me, slapped me and raped me all whilst slurring nasty things in my ear and neck.

Master Simon laughed and cheered him on, eagerly waiting his turn. The new man acted differently, he just stood in the doorway glaring at me without a word. He didn’t cheer them on or even smile, he didn’t come any closer or show any emotion or even any interest.

I cough his gaze for a moment. I must have looked horrid all naked, filthy, wild- haired, hissing and cursing... Because when Master Noland asked him if he wanted a piece of me he looked almost horrified at the idea for a second than calmly declined, stating he preferred just to watch.

Master Nolan, drunk out of his head didn’t care and carried on cheering Master Simon on who was close to finishing because he was chanting his usual smut lines with every stroke, calling me his naughty little slave slut and he needed to punish me.

That night after cleaning and scrubbing myself with the rags and water, I couldn’t fall asleep. It felt like the strangers piercing eyes were still on me, watching me.

The following night Master Nolan returned with the stranger. My thoughts were that the stranger felt uncomfortable in front of Master Simon or needed some more convincing, either way he returned and would surely not spend tonight just watching.

Master Nolan was his normal cruel self and had announced on their arrival that for my birthday he had planned a special torture for me... that’s how I learned I’ve been there for an entire year and it’s been the longest year of my life.

The stranger was standing in the doorway again watching as Master Nolan slapped me e few times and pulled me by the hair, forcing me to lay down. He had his shirt off already and was busy pulling his pants off when I heard a loud thud followed by Master Nolan dropping to his knees and falling over me unconscious.

I was startled by the event but when I looked up into the strangers dark eyes I was unsure how to react or what to do other than to stay perfectly still.

He bent down next to me and rolled Master Nolan off me while calmly stating that I needn’t be afraid, he was there to save me.

He searched Master Nolan’s pockets and found the keys to unlock my chains. It was the most satisfying feeling in the world when the cuffs left my wrists and neck. My hands instinctively rubbing the tender areas where the cuffs used to be.

He assisted me to my full length which was harder than I expected, being unable to stand up straight or walk around for a year really does a number on one’s back and leg muscles.

As he held me up I saw him clearly for the first time and suddenly felt very self-conscious and ashamed causing me to blush profusely.

He was the most attractive man I’ve ever seen with dark brown eyes, long eye lashes and gorgeous long black straight hair. His hair must have been longer than my own. He had a slight mustache and goatee and strong jawline. He was at least a full head length taller than me with broad shoulders and well dressed, wearing a coat and top hat as well. My legs became all wobbly again but as they gave in he grabbed me by the arms to hold me up, as I unintentionally grabbed hold of him to steady myself.

Fear came over me for touching him and I apologized profusely but he just stared at me without a word.

I heard Master Nolan start to stir on the floor behind me and as I moved my hand down from my saviors chest I felt the knife tugged away by his waist.

Without thinking or contemplating about any consequences I grabbed the knife and spun around with the intend of plunging the blade into Master Nolan’s cold heart.

I didn’t get close, my muscles were too weak but even if they weren't, I still wouldn't have been successful as a strong arm enveloped my arms and chest pulling my back to his chest, his other hand locked around my wrist that was yielding the knife. He whispered softly next to my neck: “You are save now, you are stronger than you think but you are not ready to live with taking a man’s life, on your conscience... Even if that man is Nolan”

My hand dropped to my side and the knife fell to the floor. I felt save in his arms, and deep down I knew he was right... Even with everything I’ve been through, I was no killer.

Me: “What happens now?” it was the first time I spoke a normal sentence in a year, my voice sounded different.

My handsome savior shrugged off his coat and flung it around me, waiting for me to pull my arms through the sleeves before letting go. With my legs still weak they almost gave way again as the full weight of his coat fell on me, but he held me up. With a slight upwards curl of his lip he stated: “My name is Pierré...you are not save here, will you let me take you to safety?”

Me:” Thank you Master Pierré” I said hoping that I sounded sincere. I felt his arms suddenly stiff and he frowned at me.

Pierré:” Please, just Pierré, I’m not your master... if anything, I’m a slave just like you” his voice sounded different, almost sad but he didn’t dwell on it, instead he picked me up effortlessly and carried me out.

The fresh air and cool breeze against my face felt incredible. It took a few seconds for my eyes to fully take in my surroundings, although it was already night, the moon was full and bright enough to allow us to see. A few yards from my wooden prison stood a luxurious coach, two magnificent horses at the realm. These were even more expensive than Master Michael could ever own and undoubtedly they belonged to someone with immense wealth.

Pierre opened the coach door and lifted me into it. I dropped into the soft luxurious red velvet cushioned bench. The entire interior was made up out of dark mahogany wood, red velvet cushions and curtains and gold trimming decor details.

Pierré didn’t climb in, instead he recalled that I left his knife on the floor and he needed to go fetch it.

I felt save with him and was not fond of the idea of him leaving but I didn’t say anything. Once he was back inside the wooden hut fear came over me, the thought of Master Nolan having woken up and waiting for Pierré with the knife. Fear of Master Nolan over powering or even hurting or killing Pierré and him being the one emerging from the hut, only to enslave me once again and this time he would punish me severely.

Pierré was taking too long... I heard movement from inside like a struggle... My fear was becoming very real and I started hyperventilating. It became silent once again. Relieve washed over me as Pierré emerged from the door carrying the bucket of water. He used the water to wash his hands and blade before he wiped the blade with some of the rags.

I knew immediately what he did and it scared me. He said something to the driver and got into the coach. He sat down across from me and took his hat off, placing it on the seat next to him.

We started moving and Pierré moved almost sideways on his seat, pulling his one knee to his chest, resting his foot on the seat.

Me:” Did you kill him?” I already knew the answer but needed to hear it.

Pierré had a smirk on his face: “I said you couldn’t live with killing him, on your conscience... My conscience is perfectly fine with it”

Pierre was right when he said I wouldn’t be able to live with it on my conscience, I didn’t kill him and he was a horrible person but even aft everything he put me through, I still felt bad that he was killed.

Pierré stared out the window into the darkness. There was silence between us for a few minutes than he calmly stated: “we still have to travel for some time, best you get some rest, it will be late into the morning before we get to our destination.”

I was tired so I laid my upper body down on the seat, the motion of the coach along with the sound of the horses steady gallop didn’t help me in staying awake and I soon drifted away.

I don’t know how long I slept but I was woken by the gentle shaking of my shoulder, repeatedly calling me to wake up. He had shortened my name and just called me Jay which I thought was quite cute... No one has ever called me that before.

He was kneeling down next to me and he looked quite concerned. That’s when I realized I must have had another nightmare.

I’ve been having nightmares on a regular basis since my capture. I would often scream or cry myself awake. Which was why Pierré was so concerned, I was apparently thrashing around and screaming.

Pierré:” Here, maybe this will help” he got comfortable in his seat again and outstretched his legs; he effortlessly pulled me onto his lap letting me lay against his chest. His arms wrapped around me.

It caught me off-guard and I froze, stiffening my body.

Pierré: “Just relax, I will keep you warm and save.... I promise”

I instantly felt save and relaxed, he brought an unexplained calmness over me.

As my head pressed against his chest, he was cold and I realized I was wearing his coat. Without thinking I blabbered:” You’re so cold, would you like your coat back?”

Pierré gave a slight chuckle but didn’t say a word, than just laid his head back and closed his eyes.

Only afterwards I remembered that I was naked under his coat, if I gave him his coat back I would be sitting in his lap naked. How could I have said something so stupid, I blushed again and slowly lay my head back down on his chest. It was awkward for a while but eventually I fell back asleep.