Just a story I wrote and can’t think of a title for.

Jessi

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How can they ignore what’s happening? Don’t they see it? Don’t they realize what’s going on? I realize though it scares me. It scares me so much I don’t know what to do. I want everything to go back to normal but it won’t normal. The only thing I can do for now is pray. Pray and hope it leaves soon. Just pray for peace and joy. Pray.

It’s starting again. The screaming is getting worse. I warned them but they didn’t believe me. Now I’m the only one still together. Everyone else is broken and each time they scream they are broken even more.

Why? Why am I the only one still not broken? Why am I still innocent?

Others have been taken again and again but I’ve been left alone. Left alone for some reason I don’t understand. But do I want to understand? Do I really?

He’s here again. My captor. Kami, doesn’t he have anything better to do than just stare at me all day? At least he hasn’t tried anything yet. But what? What is he waiting for? What am I doing that has him so enchanted by me? What?

Where am I being taken? I haven’t gone anywhere since I was brought here but now my captor is leading me to…a room? He leads me to a room where he leaves me with two women. They don’t speak just lead me to the bathroom where I’m stripped and pushed gently into the huge tub. They wash me all over twice, my hair included before I’m taken out of the bath and dried off.

Again I’m led into the room and for the first time I notice the bed. Why am I in a bedroom? One of the women places me in a robe then the other leads me to the bed. It never occurred that my captor could come in at anytime as I fell asleep.

After a night’s sleep that for once wasn’t interpreted by screams I was awaken by the two women. They dressed me in a gold silk gown and put my hair into a high bun then led me out of the bedroom and into a dining room. My captor stood and with a wave of his hand dismissed the women. He took my hand and led me to a chair right beside the one he had been occupying.

I allowed him to sit me and just watched as breakfast was brought in and served. Dismissing the servants my captor told me to eat. I did after I saw him start to eat. We ate silently not speaking which was fine with me.

After finishing I allowed my captor to lead me to another room which turned out to be the main living room. Once seated two musicians started to play. My captor talked as I listened silently. Finally my captor grew silent. Standing up he held out a hand silently asking me to dance. Though I couldn’t dance at all I allowed him.

We danced and as we did I found out that if it is slow dancing I was fine. After the dance my captor took me on a tour being sure not to go to the cells I used to be in. I finally spoke when my captor led me out to the gardens. I exclaimed over their beauty making him smile.

My captor took my arm again and steered me to a patio. Lunch was waiting for us along with two other men. They greeted my captor and leered at me. Without realizing what I was doing I pressed even closer than I was to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and shot the men a look that clearly said hands off, she’s mine.

We sat, my captor making sure I was far away from the men. He introduced them as Conner Marks and Thomas Little. I nodded to them as a servant placed a plate in front of me. Smiling up at the servant I waited until the three men started to eat myself. Thomas commented on this and my captor, Jonathan as I finally learned, said it was a trait I had been taught. In reality I was worried about being poisoned which was why I waited. But I let Jonathan think what he wanted not bothering to correct him.

It had been two weeks since I was led out of the cells. Conner and Thomas have stuck around but left me alone. In fact they seem to have picked up some amusement. I’ve seen two women with them doing something I would never think to do in front of people. Jonathon always leads me away before I can see anything else, though I can hear the moans and grunts.

I’ve been wondering why Jonathon took me out of the other women in the cells. He hasn’t done what Thomas and Conner have with their women though he can. He kissed me a couple times but that’s as far as we have gone. Why me? Why not someone else? I want to ask Jonathon but though I can ask him anything I’m afraid. I’m afraid he’ll go back on his word and hurt me or send me back. I’m afraid though he gave me his word. I’m afraid and scared once more.

I asked him finally. Jonathon had led me back to my room where he kissed me. When he went to leave I asked him. Jonathon turned and coming back sat me on the bed. Running a hand through my hair he smiled. Looking me straight in the eyes Jonathon started to speak.

He told me how he had watched me since I came and found something he liked in me. Something he hadn’t seen in the other women which are one of the reasons why he picked me. I asked him what and he told me it was compassion and love.

Standing up Jonathon kissed my forehead and left the room after biding me goodnight. I was in a daze as my two maids came in and helped me get ready for bed. When I finally slept after hours of wakefulness I dreamt of Jonathon. Little did I know I had fallen in love with him.

It’s been three years since Jonathon told me why he had picked me. Three beautiful, gorgeous years filled with laughter and love. When I finally realized how I felt I went to Jonathon and told him. Actually if you want the real story Conner and Thomas went to him on my behalf.

They had figured out how I felt which wasn’t hard since it seemed to be on my face every time I saw Jonathon. They told Jonathon who confronted me. Because I didn’t want to lie to him (I figured out I never could later on) I told him the truth. Imagine the surprise and shock I felt when he told me the same thing then got down on one knee to ask me to marry him.

I said yes immediately and he started to get the plans in motion. When I confronted him Jonathon admitted he had been planning this for awhile. I just shook my head at him and went to talk to Mari and Sarah, Conner and Thomas’ girls.

Three years have passed. I’ve gotten married, had a baby boy named Scott and now I am pregnant again. My life is complete. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Owari