Chapter 19: Chapter 19

Chapter 18: Merrigold.

It was nearly midnight. After pushing me, dragging me and forcing me to walk, he gave up and put me over his shoulder. Unashamedly touching me in places he shouldn't. It was dark, crickets were creaking, everyone seemed to be asleep. Who would stay up late after a hard days work at a plantation? When all you could think of was getting a little bit of rest but a whip followed right behind you... when your knees felt weak and threatened to fall without warning. The blisters on your hands that hurt so much water became your worst enemy. Lucky? I was very lucky because all I had to deal with was this monster and nothing else right? The walk from the plantation to the house was a ten minutes or less walk. It was quite the big plantation. My tears would not stop streaming, the thought that he had nearly killed me and as of now he wanted me to be in his bed. I shrieked and tried to wiggle out of his arms but he had a good grip on me. This went on until I felt dizzy and nauseous. I begged him to let me go. He wouldn't, getting to the house he marched up to his quarters. Sitting me down on the toilet seat in the en-suite bathroom. He looked at me with pity but it quickly disappeared as soon as it came.

"You better be scrubbing and clean by the time I return."

I did not reply.

"I hope that was clear enough for you." He said before leaving me. It wasn't because I remained sat for the coming twenty minutes. I would not let him have his way with me and order me around. The anger and hate I felt for him was forcing me to be rebellious, giving me courage to stand up to him. Shirtless, he opened the door. Instantly furious from the looks of it. Seeing me sat there with arms crossed must have ticked him off.

"Do not make me throw you in the bathtub..!" He paused. "I will not hesitate doing so..."

"Leave me alone, go be with Lady Harriet your virgin pretty white blonde. What do you want from me?"

This must have caught him off guard because for some seconds he remained quiet, biting his lip as if in deep thought. Ignoring my question, he opened for the water. The sound of a splash as the water left the faucet with so much pressure it left no room for talks or discussions.

"Get in!" He said.

I remained quiet and sat still. Without a warning not giving me time to scream or react. I felt the water soak into my clothes, it was cold. He did it on purpose, I shivered. My nipples hardened immediately over the thin fabric of my dress. Watching me closing, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of his slacks. "I will be back."

I wanted out, the water was dreadfully cold. I finally listened and took a bath. The disgust I felt for myself was overwhelming. Thomas's cum had leaked down to my ankles as I fought with Austin. It has became sticky and dry. I felt disgusted with myself so much I gave in and took a bath. I washed my face and asked myself what was going on with me... there had to be something.

For some good minutes, I sat there feeling out of touch with myself. I could not recognize the woman I had become. My brother would be disappointed once all this came to light. What would I tell him? That it was my fault, it was his fault.

"You ought to be done it's nearly two-am.." he told me. Leaning against the door frame, still shirtless... it looked as if he had went through his box of cigarettes. I hated the smell, he reeked of it. This man could smoke, it was the first thing he did in the morning, after breakfast, when annoyed, when it's sunny, when it's raining... every second of the day called for a cigarette.

With a sleepy exhausted voice. I mumbled, "Can I go to bed now?"

"My bed?"

His eyes scanned my naked chest. He cleared his throat immediately turning to look away. He always did that. Standing myself up, he was quick to come over and lend me a hand that way, I don't slip. I thought it was really nice of him but reminding myself that he had nearly choked me to death. Taking two steps out of the bathtub with his hand balancing mine.

"...uh you can let go of me now?"

This caught him off guard, he immediately awakened from his daze. I wanted him far from me with smell of tobacco. I found it shocking how I seemed so comfortable and not caring about being naked in-front of this man. I just did not care anymore, I did not have dignity to cover up. I did not care enough to cover up. I was miserable and there was absolutely nothing that I could do.

"You know Merrigold..." he said softly. "Just because you have a bewitching figure gives you no right to deceive men, the way you do."

"Deceive men?" I had to laugh before rolling my eyes.

"Yes because you know what even after seeing Thomas's disgusting conceit drip out of you... I still want you."

"For what? Why? All you want to do is torture me."

"It doesn't have to be that way, just respect me and I will reward you."

"No, I'm done seeking your rewards. Leave me be. I do not care for your rewards or whatever it maybe you have to offer." As I picked my wet dress and nearly stormed out. Nearly because he grabbed me by my elbow.

"You literally ask for the way, I treat you and I'm not sorry for it." He whispered.

Without a warning, I started crying. Stuttering and failing to construct a proper sentence. I whispered "I hate you for doing this to me. You're a horrible person." In this moment I allowed him to scoop me up and walk towards his bed. I cried relentlessly knowing he would not leave me alone until he had his way with me. I was tired and exhausted, quite sure it was nearing 3am. I hated this so much.

"Open your legs?" He said rather softly, as he unbuckled his belt, having laid me back in the edge of the bed. Still sobbing and stubborn I only clenched my thighs together tighter. Watching him pull it out... I felt nauseous, I did not want sex, I did want to engage in any of this at all.

"I'm exhausted alright? I need to get some sleep but I'm not letting you go until you let me rub one out. Do not assume I bloody hell enjoy shagging a crying toddler..."

"Please let me go. We can forget about all this, if it's about my virginity... we're even because you can be with Lady Harriet and—"

"You think I can forget you?" He chuckled. "Help me forget you then because God knows I've tried."

The eyebags under his eyes proved how exhausted he was and lately he had given up on shouting. For a second I felt sympathy but my hate for him overtook my whole demeanor. I knew he was right, simply get this over and done with. I knew he would roughly rape me anyways regardless of anything I had to say. So I opened.

Stroking his bulging manhood. He asked "Are you wet?"

"Yes, from the water I just bathed from." I said sarcastically rolling my eyes. He smiled shaking his head. "Let's get you wet then..."

"No just do it, I'm used to it." I sighed.

"Thomas must be a horrible lover yet you still want him. I fail to understand your logic."

"We do not have to do this. You're a good looking man and you can be with anyone you chose to be with. Lady Harriet is begging for your attention."

He pushed me back and inserted it in between. The lips of my vagina ached from elongating around his size. He cursed incoherent curses as he closed his eyes. After some seconds he fully pushed in and I flinched not being able to take this anymore. As if changing a child's diaper he held my legs up as he fully let himself in.

With a groan as he stood at the edge of the bed. I felt myself involuntarily moist around him. "Thank you for admitting I'm handsome." He said pulling out till the tip only to slam back into me with so much force, I melted. I did not want to. I hated my body for betraying me.

"...uh...about the rest of the rubbish you said, as you can see I'm perfectly happy with where I'm putting my manhood." He groaned as he continued to slowing torture me. I did not want to give him a reaction. I would not admit that it felt good. "You cannot deny that it fits perfectly too as if my manhood was meant to fit right here." He slammed into me again so hard, his and my pelvis bone touched. At this point the sound of my dewiness around him was starting to make dewy sounds as he fastened the pace. I felt embarrassed by how wet I was for him. I tried to put on a straight face but every time he entered me, making me feel every inch of him. I helplessly whimpered. He did not touch me anywhere else. He finally down, his chest pressed against my breasts. We both remained silent except for grunts and hoarse whispers here and there from him. I composed myself quite well. The only sound between us the dewiness between us. Nearing some sort of edge. I tightened around him out of instinct, as I did, that good but drowsy feeling succumbed my whole body leaving me weak at the end. I opened my eyes to find Austin watching me with a smirk, I immediately frowned and scrawled at him. I felt sensitive right after. We went on at it until Austin softened and pulled out. Frustrated, he got off me. I wanted to ask me what was wrong but I did not.

"I can not reach my.... knowing where you've been." He said, running his fingers through his jet black hair. For some reason, I felt awful. So In the end I was the one to benefit from this and not him.

"Please leave Merrigold." He said softly, his voice sounded almost hurt.

"Gladly!" I told him.

"She was right when she said you'd ruin me wasn't she? You are a she-devil." He whispered more to himself. I was confused but nevertheless I was happy I got to leave. He seemed so frustrated with himself, I doubt he would bother me again. Perhaps I had won after all whatever this game was called.