Slave Manor-Chapter TwentyFive

In the next few days I drifted in and out of consciousness. My body couldn’t handle the damage that had been inflicted upon it and my strength had vanished. I could barely make out what was happening in the world around me, and I eventually gave up trying to concentrate. I accepted the world I’d been forced into...a world of dreams and flashing images.
I stumbled into a room and frowned, looking around in confusion. It was a small office with a damp smell and with blinds instead of curtains. The atmosphere was cold and heartless, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. I was so much smaller...my hands touched my clothes in disbelief. Jeans and a scruffy T-shirt...what was going on?
“She’s just in here.” A voice came from the corridor and I looked as two men entered the room. I knew them both straight away and I shook my head in disbelief. These were my memories...I remember this perfectly. This was the day Master adopted me.
One of the men sat behind the desk, his plump figure and sweaty brow making me feel disgusted. He was Mr. Johnson, the man who ran the orphanage. I’d grown up in Christopher’s Orphanage since I was barely two years old. He’d had many opportunities to touch me inappropriately in that time.
The other man was a younger looking Master. He was only twenty-four here, with his handsome face still young and almost innocent. I watched him with wide eyes, thinking he looked gorgeous and kind...
“So we have an agreement?” Mr. Johnson asked.
Master smiled, “I believe so.”
Mr. Johnson watched the younger man with distaste and then looked over at me, “well then Naomi, come and meet your new guardian.”
Master looked at me and my eyes stayed on him for a moment, unsure. It was only when he smiled did I relax and I returned it, biting my lip slightly. I didn’t know why I thought it...but I felt that everything was going to be alright with him.
“Come here sweetheart, I’m not going to bite.”
I tentatively walked over to him and when I reached him, I fell to my knees, feeling like I had to be lower than this man. He was offering to save me from this place, this hell. He was my saviour...I had to treat him with respect.
He smiled when I bowed my head, something going through his eyes, “yes...you are going to fit in with the family very well.”
“Thank you,” I whispered but dared not look at his handsome face.
“Look at me,” I did as I was told, my eyes going to his.
“You are coming into a strong, safe home little one,” his fingers caressed my cheek and I shivered under his touch. “Everything’s going to be OK.”
Tears welled up to my eyes; I wanted to throw myself into his arms and hug him...thank him in any way possible. He was my saviour. He’d come to save me!
The memory faded and I frowned as I walked into my room...but something was different about it. Half of it was empty of possessions, only a bed with a stripped duvet. I held a bag in hand and glanced about curiously.
A woman came out of the bathroom, a huge smile on her lips as she saw me, “you must be Naomi, I’m Helen!”
I blinked as I looked at the beautiful blonde...she was only twenty-one here and those three years less showed on her innocent face. Her blue eyes weren’t as haunted here.
“Hi...” I said, shy at my new surroundings.
“Here, let me help you,” she took my bag and walked over to my bed. “You have got to make yourself at home here, OK? You must be yourself around me.”
I walked over to the bed, shuffling my feet as I did, “OK.”
Her eyes glanced up at me and she smiled, but there was something different about her smile, “very obedient, aren’t you?”
I hesitated, looking around, “I just really want this to work...I’ll do anything not to go back to the orphanage.”
Helen watched me and then looked down, “well sweetheart...those words of yours will be put to the test here.”
The image faded from view and the next thing I knew I was stood before a mirror with Helen, dressing up in one of her outfits.
“It’s a bit big for you,” she giggled.
This was one of my favourite memories with Helen, I remembered as I laughed, tugging at the leather straps. I’d found her erotic clothes in her wardrobe and instead of worrying about it I’d asked if I could try them on. The bottle of vodka on the dresser and my extreme make up was all a recipe for an amazing night. It was the night I realised that Helen was my first true family.
I picked up a pair of handcuffs and looked at her, feeling tipsy, “can I play with these?”
She grinned, “You know if you do and get yourself stuck...I’ve lost the keys.”
I raised an eyebrow and stumbled on my high heels, giggling, “You shouldn’t have told me that.” I went to grab her arm and she yelped, falling away as she laughed.
“Don’t!”
I chased her, falling about everywhere, but I didn’t care...I was having too much fun...
The memory faded and I frowned as my bare feet touched grass. I was out in the grounds of the Manor in my bikini, the summer sun hot on my back. Master was with me, lying on the grass watching as I walked towards the water.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” I looked at him, smiling sweetly. I’d been at the Manor barely over a month by this point. I knew about the things that happened behind closed doors, but as I looked at the handsome man I wasn’t frightened of the idea. A part of me felt...excluded. I was trying my best to get his attentions.
“No Naomi,” he smiled. “I’d like to watch you swim.”
I blushed and nodded, walking into the water of the lake, his eyes on me the whole time.
I floated in the water and looked back at him to see him watching me. I waited for a while, smiling to myself as his eyes were on me.  Why didn’t he take me now? I felt ready...I wanted him to do it.
I climbed out of the water a few minutes later, water trickling over my semi naked body and Master smiled, “you are beautiful Naomi.”
I went to my knees, blushing, “not as beautiful as you are.”
I gasped as his fingers touched my chin, tilting my head so I looked at him, “don’t be stupid.”