Page 7 of Thorns Laced In Blood

“Y-Y-Yooou—” she stuttered out before slapping a hand over her mouth. Her voice sounded raw, no doubt from the months of silence.

“So you can speak,” I drawled, not making a big deal about such a momentous breakthrough. I got off the bed to stand beside her. “Make your bed, get washed up, and put on the clothes that I left for you. They are on my bed.”

Her indignant eyes were still on me when I reached the door.

“You have thirty minutes,” I said, pointing towards the clock before smiling and walking into the hallway.

When breakfast was cooked, Jane nervously came through the kitchen door. Her hands were hidden beneath the grey hoody, and she wouldn't look up at me.

“Go sit in the dining room, and I will bring breakfast over,” I said as I focused on fixing our plate.

When I glanced back, she was gone. She was certainly moving faster. I put everything on a tray and walked towards the dining room. She sat on her large pillow. Her hair was tucked beneath the hoody, as she hadn't pulled it out from putting it on. As I sat down, she raised her eyes, and I could see the confusion in them.

“Do you want to sit on the chair?” I asked curiously.

Her hands were still hidden under her sleeves, but she placed them on her knees. She looked downwards, and after a few seconds, she shook her head. I stroked the top of her golden hair.

“You're such a good girl, sugar,” I murmured, hoping to encourage her to continue to come out of her shell.

I began to cut and load pieces of the full English breakfast onto a fork for her. There was no garlic bread, but hopefully,she would finish a decent amount before her walk outside. Her initial gaunt look indicated starvation, but the pale skin suggested she had been held captive somewhere with little to no sunlight.

“Open up, sugar. We are going outside for a little while,” I said as I moved the fork towards her.

Her eyes shot up again, and I stared into her solemn pale blue eyes. They looked so innocent. I wondered why she looked at me, but this was part of her routine as I explained everything to her.

“I’m here to protect you. Nothing can get inside my house or property,” I said, trying to reassure her while peering into her eyes, looking for any changes.

She opened her mouth, but her eyes glazed over as she retreated into her shell. A stab of impatience pricked at me as I narrowed my eyes on her lips as her mouth closed around it.

Patience.

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I held her hand as we walked through the garden. We had been outside for nearly an hour, but she had stumbled a few times. She could be clumsy naturally, but if she had been kept captive in small quarters, her daily walks would improve her motor skills until I could get her into my gym. Strengthening her muscles would increase her mental strength. The endorphins released in her body would help combat some of her mental demons and improve her physical well-being. It certainly helped mine.

“You can come out here anytime you want,” I said as we began to walk towards the house.

Once we went inside, I took her to the gym and sat her on the bench press before I stripped down my shorts. When I glanced at her, she quickly looked away from me. I kept my eyes on her in the mirror and from my peripheral vision as I worked out on the various machines. She never moved from the bench I sat her on.

I took her into the bathroom with me when I went in for a shower, leaving her sitting on the toilet lid. Once I finished in the shower, I wrapped a towel around me before I came out of the shower. While I dried my hair, I stared at her scars. Some were pink, and some were white. There were older ones merged with new ones. She was too young to be in the state she was in now. Her brain was in lockdown, and it was time to break in.

“Sit,” I said, snapping the word out in an icy tone.

She jumped off the toilet and knelt on the floor. Her pose was rigid but perfect. Her back was straight, her breasts pushed up, her legs spread, and her hands on her knees. My eyes narrowed on the slight tremor in her hands. I walked toward her, stopping in front of her.

Her blue eyes were vacant again. I took a deep breath before removing my towel, knowing what needed to happen to take her mind into the past. She glanced up at me and locked her hands behind her back before she opened her mouth. I knew I had to unleash my monster to discover the ones she hid.

I rubbed my hard shaft before placing it on her tongue. No sooner had I done it than she jerked forward and began to swallow me down. She practically choked on cock, but she didn't stop. I gathered her hair up and held it in one hand to watch as she pushed herself on my dick. My eyes closed when I felt the head of my cock slip past the tight opening of her throat.

“That’s right, slave. You're going to fuck yourself on my cock,” I said, tightening my grip on her hair before I thrust down her neck.

My heart raced as she took me, widening her jaw for me. She glanced up at me and recognised the heat in her eyes. They weren't vacant anymore.

“Is this what you need, sugar?” I asked, pulling back until she gasped for air, but it was the desperate need in her eyes that made me curse. “Fuck.”

I pushed my cock back into her mouth, holding her head in place to drive into her, only this time there was no preamble. She spluttered as I groaned at the sensation of her throat constricting around me. Her saliva coated my dick as I fucked her mouth.

When I looked into her eyes, I saw them watering, but behind the rapid blinking, something else was happening. There was a faint recognition of what was happening. I thought of the abject cruelty of her scars and knew I had to up the ante.

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