Chapter Ten

This blog is rated M for Mature readers. I will not say that anyone can not read this, but if you have an issue with the somewhat adult subject matter remember that you where warned. ENJOY.

(Turner's P.O.V.) 

(Yes, you read that right :p)

 God I could just kill him. I've never liked Adam, none of us do. He has been tolerated until now, but this can not go unpunished.

Turner - Adam. Come into my room, I need to speak with you.

Grant throws a glare at Adam.

Grant - What did you do?

With the exception of Grant, who is one of few people I would consider a friend, it is a known fact among my men that I never call one of them into my quarters, unless it is disciplinary.

Though I kept a calm tone while in the main room, the moment the door closes I allow my temper to take control as I slam him against the wall. 

Turner - Tell me right now why I shouldn't kill you for this.

Adam - Because no matter what you think of me as a person I'm a damn good thief, and you don't want to have to try replace me.

He's right, but that doesn't help his case any, it only serves to anger my further.

Turner - True enough. Though I've told you in the past that I wouldn't tolerate such behavior. I'll let you live this time, but you even think of touching Hayley again and you're as good as dead. Am I understood?

Adam - Hayley? I don't believe this. You actually care for that little vixen, don't you? I thought you were smarter than this. Don't you see what shes doing? Do you think she cares? How can you not know, don't you see it? She's playing you.

I snap. Yes, I know. I don't care. I slam the heel of hand square between his eyes. The area around the eyes darkens instantly, though it will take a while for the blood to flow from his nose. 

He screams with the pain covering his face with both hands once I no longer pin his arms and shoulders to the wall. 

Turner - And I've told Ian of your little "arrangement" with Layla, which is now over as well unless want me to call you in here again. Now out of my sight.

I find her on her knees, crying again. I know I shouldn't have left her alone, but he needed to be dealt with.

I go to her, turning off the water, and bring her to her feet pulling her into my arms.

How did this happen? Of course I know of her plans. I swore to myself I wouldn't fall for it, for her, but I have. I carry her, holding her gently.

Turner - I'll get you're clothes when they're ready. I'm sure you won't want to go back in there so soon.

I force myself not to laugh at the surprised look she gives me as I set her down on the bed, as it is I smile.

Hayley - I would almost think you understand.

Turner - Perhaps I do. Do you remember me mentioning Lisa?

Hayley - No.

Turner - One night she was walking home alone and it had gotten dark.

Turner - She didn't see the two men following her.

Turner - One man grabbed her from behind putting a hand over her mouth. He told her not to scream or they'd kill her.

Hayley - Oh my.

Turner - Once he was sure she wouldn't call out, he uncovered her mouth adjusting his grip as the other man come around in front of her.

Turner - The first man held her still while the other raped her. When she made it home, she wouldn't talk to anyone, though she did eventually go to the police. When she did finally talk to someone it was to me, we were real close then.

I bring Hayley close into my arms.

Turner - In a sense, I do understand. I've seen it before. This isn't the first time this type of thing has happened to someone I care about.

I bring her hand up and kiss it while saying this last part watching her closely as I do so.

Before she can react, I continue my story. 

Turner - In the weeks that followed, Lisa had admitted to me once or twice that she had thought of killing herself, but said she would never actually do it. I believed her, no matter what I couldn't see her doing that.

Turner - Then one day, I found her passed out on the floor of the bathroom with a bottle of pills in her hand.

Hayley gasps and I again have to stifle a laugh, it's so cute.

Turner - I called for help and then dropped to the floor and held her. It's one of the few time I'll admit to having cried, thinking I would lose Lisa, my sister. Luckily that didn't happen, I had found her in time and she survived.... and so did the baby. She did it because she found out she was pregnant. Our mother suggested she abort the baby, but she refused and gave it away when it was born. 

Hayley - I understand why she did it, but...

Turner - But? 

Hayley - My mother left when I was a baby and the girl that was my best friend had been adopted. I understand why Lisa gave up her baby, but I could never do that. I know what it's like, knowing your own mother didn't want you. 

 She looks so sad, so hurt. I never knew, even before we brought her here, her life wasn't an easy one.  I haven't made it any easier, but I want to. I kiss her sweetly, pressing my lips to hers ever so softly.

It surprises me when she pushes me back kissing intently.

Turner - Are you sure? I don't want to do more than you're ready for, too soon.

She responds by kissing me again.

Chapter Nine

This blog is rated M for Mature readers. I will not say that anyone can not read this but if you have an issue with the VERY ADULT subject matter remember that you where warned. ENJOY.

I finish taking the trash out and am about to head back inside when Layla comes running out. It's obvious she's been crying.

Layla - WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT SLAVE?!

Me - Whoa, what's wrong with you? What's your problem?

Layla - Adam. I hate him! He's awful, the monster. He... 

She's cut off, unable to speak as she bursts into tears. He what? Even I don't call him a monster. What could he have done?

Me - He what? What's going on?

Layla - What do you care? 

Me - You clearly need someone to talk to and who better then me? I mean cause who would I tell? No one would listen to me, I'm just the slave.

Layla - You're right, he probably wouldn't care if I told you. 

She holds back at first but then the truth just pours out ,I can't believe what shes telling me. He's so much worse then I ever even thought. 

Me - I'm sorry.

Layla - I don't need your pity.

Me - That's not what I meant though that too. I, I misjudged you, I was wrong.

Layla - I've mistreated you too. I'm not really like that Hayley, I used to be but I've changed, really. I've just been angry with my situation and you're an easy target to take it out on.

Days later

The house clean, I hide in my room knowing I'm alone with him, and now knowing what I know.

I strip down so as to wash my own clothes thinking, hoping, that he wouldn't come in here.

If only.

Adam - Well, well. Were you excepting me or something honey-doll?

Until my talk with Layla I hadn't been worried about it, I mean he's never actually tried anything before, but then I don't ever remember being completely alone with him before. Even having worried he might come, his sudden appearance startles me making him smile as he moves closer.

Before I can do anything, he's behind me twisting my arm behind my back making me whimper.

Adam - I overheard an interesting conversation recently. Did you realize my room is next to Grant and Rylie's? 

He laughs and wrenches my arm harder, making me cry out in pain.

Adam -  I saw you with Layla, it's so much easier with her. 

He turns me around and pulls me close with enough force my head snaps back.

Adam - You know what I used to like about you?

Me - My body?

Adam - That too but no. You knew your place, but now it seems you should be reminded.

I raise my head and spit in his face.

Adam - Bitch! 

He slaps me.

 Me - You've been holding back.

He's never hit me so hard, my face is throbbing and I fight to hold back tears.

He shoves me towards my bed.

My knees hit the bed-frame giving out and I go down. 

I can't move, he's so fast I don't get the chance to before he's on top of me pinning my arms above my head.

Me - I knew you were a creep, but I didn't think you where stupid. You know about my relationship with Turner and you think you'll get away with this? 

Adam - Turner? He lets you call him Turner?You sneaky little minx. You're manipulating him, that's why he doesn't want it know this time around. You do know about the others? You're not the first slave he's taken to bed, though probably the first that it was your idea.

Me - I don't know what your talking about. Manipulating him? Do you think he's stupid? That he wouldn't see right though that?

He laughs

Oh shit!

Adam - No. Do you?

Shit, shit, shit. No, I don't. SHIT!

Me -  Oh Fuck!

Adam - Well if you'd shut up.

Really? Did he really just say that? I start to open my mouth to ask but he covers it with his free hand shaking his head and I am no longer able to distract him. 

Adam - As much as you protest verbally, physically you're not putting up much of a fight. 

I try to bite his hand, but his hand pressed too hard against my mouth for me to. 

Placing his knees between my own he uses them to open my legs and begins to force into me repeatedly. It hurts. The pain increases with each thrust making it harder and harder for me to hold back tears but I refuse to let him see me cry. Removing his hand, it's replaced with his lips. Perhaps seeing the sudden devious glint to my eyes, he is smart enough not to force his tongue though my clenched teeth.

Once done he leaves. I lie unable to move for a time, numb. Eventually I sit up pulling my legs close. I put my head on my knees and finally allow my self to cry. I don't know how long I stay like this before I hear the subtle creek of the door across from me.

Turner - Hayley I wa... Hayley? What's wrong?

I lift my head to look at him, my face red and puffy. Opening my mouth to tell him, I'm instead overcome with a new wave of tears. He knows, I see the realization come across his face just before my vision blurs. He crosses the room sitting next to me.

Still somewhat numb, I'm limp as he pulls me into his arms and holds me while I continue to cry. 

He's so sweet and comforting, but how real is it? I don't know why, but I decide to tell him Layla's story. 

(Now we go back to a few days before to what happened between Adam and Layla and hear her conversation with our dear Hayley.Layla's P.O.V.)      

My relationship with Ian started as just someone to hook up when I needed a good hard roll in the sheets. I won't deny that, but that's the thing. It started that way.

Layla - Don't touch me!

Adam - Oh come on sweet lips. I was hoping we'd have some more fun.

Layla -  No. No, not again. You ruined everything. We could have gone to my place or at least your room, but no it had to be down on that couch where and when you knew Ian would find us. Somehow you know I really care about him.

He laughed at me.

Adam - Then why'd you do it? 

Layla - You know why and don't act like you don't.

He smiled and grabbed me. I stared into his eyes and he chuckled, I would almost have called it hearty, if I thought he had a heart.

Then he pulled me closer so that our faces were almost touching and I could feels his breath. He spoke sternly and coldly.  

Adam - Why do you seem to think then that, that reason's no longer there? 

That's when my eyes started to water. 

Layla - No. Whatever you want.

And then got this devilish grin. 

Adam - Beg. On your knees.

Layla - I'll do whatever you want, just please don't. Just leave him alone. Please! 

 Smiling he bent down and kissed me then standing, undid his pants. I started to stand to lower my jeans, but he shock his head and put a hand on my shoulder to tell me to stay down. I understood, I mean it's no secret that I'm not exactly little miss innocent. I've done it before. So I did it, hard and deep, hoping the more I pleasured him the sooner he would be satisfied and I could stop. After awhile he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet before shoving me away and letting me go.

Adam -  There now, you can leave if you wish but we'll see each other again soon enough.

(Now back to Hayley)

Turner - I don't believe this. I know I may not be the best person, but I've made it clear to you anything we do is entirely you're choice. I would never even think to force myself on a woman. 

Me - I know.

Turner - And he may not physically force Layla like he did you but...

Me -  But he's coercing her and consent under duress isn't consent. 

Turner - Hmm. It seems you have a bit of a legal mind.

Me - My father was a lawyer before he died.

Chapter Eight

This blog is rated M for Mature readers. I will not say that anyone can not read this but if you have an issue with the ADULT subject matter remember that you where warned. ENJOY.

Again I find myself reminded of Shawn, the past boyfriend I mentioned before. Though I have had several boyfriends, Shawn was the best and the last. We would still be together. As Turner continues to stroke my hair, I wonder how such an awful and evil man can be so sweet. How the man that took me away from Shawn could act so like him.

Breakfast time :D

I think when I'm free I'll be come a chef.

I could hardly cook when I was first brought here, but you know what they say:

"Practice makes perfect" and my food is perfect.

I fail to hide my surprise as he takes a the seat next to me. 

I love to cook, but I hate to clean.

Not as much though as I hate a mess, so even if I weren't forced, I would cook and clean.

It's not like anyone else is going to.

I hate the laundry most of all, Adam always takes the chance to stare when I bend over to pick it up and with this short little skirt, he gets a good view.

Luckily by the time I was done gathering the dirty clothes in the entire house and loading the washer the men had left for the warehouse leaving me with Rylie. I still think she knows somehow, I have to ask.

Rylie treats me as an equal, a friend. I ask her not to tell.

Rylie - I won't... except,

Me - Except you have to tell Grant?

Rylie - Yes, I ...

Me - I understand. You can't keep things from the one you love.

At the end of the day, I take shower.

This time Turner does join me.

We wash each others.

Me - Mmmh

I sigh, content, as he runs his hands over my back and shoulders and kisses my neck. 

Facing each other we kiss before turning off the water and moving to the bed.

He lays me down sending a tremor though me as he runs his hand though my hair, down my arm,along my back and then my leg. 

Me - Ooohh.

Turner - Just lay back, relax.

He whispers in my ear, then nibbles the lobe. He kisses jawline moving down to my neck, collarbone. He pushes my hair to one side reaching my breast and envelops it in his mouth kissing it, another kiss, and again. Gently he bites, pinching the nipple between his teeth.

Me - Oh god!

I arch my back feeling an immense surge of pleasure and he lifts his head to look at me.

Turner - You like that?

 Me - YES!