Wasn't my love enough? I Would Do Everythng For Love

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Terry

“Now, I suggest you walk to your van and go. Forget the name of this place and most of all, don’t look back. There is nothing here for you. If you stay a little longer, you will pollute this beautiful land with your evil. GO, DON’T COME BACK!”

I couldn’t hear this any more, not from her. Not from the woman I love so much. The same person who was always there for me, not my Sandra, not her. My darkness is out in a heartbeat. Despite the pain that those words were causing me inside, I pounced without a second thought.

Let myself go full speed in her direction, she didn’t see me coming. The shotgun went flying away, and I manage to disarm her in a matter of seconds. Knocking her to the floor, I turned her body face down. The full weight of my body was on top of Sandra to immobilize her. Then I grabbed both arms and held them behind her back with one hand, while with the other, I grabbed a bunch of her hair and violently pulled her head back.

I was out of my mind, as if something have taken control of my body, without my brain needing to think. Sandra was screaming and kicking like a mad woman. Obscenity after obscenity coming out of her mouth about my family, and me. All her words were piercing me because deep inside, that is what she was thinking about all of us. And I realized that Sandra was not the same person who left the Kensington mansion. This has to end, and now.

I tugged on her hair harder, until her head was painfully arched back. At that point, Sandra was asking me to let go of her, “It hurts, let me-e go, AAAAHHH! I can’t hold it any more.”

I left her like this for a few more seconds, until I could control the erratic pounding of my heart, and as well for good measure. Her whole face was full of tears and dirt, and I felt filthy too, to put her in this situation. But I needed her submission, and I hated it because I had it all the time, until now. After this, I hope that Sandra would no longer dare to say anything else of this magnitude. I brought my mouth to her ear and asked in a low voice, “Are you done, love?” Sandra answered in an almost inaudible yes. At that moment, I released her neck from the pressure, so her head could return to its normal position. But I still had a fist of her hair in my hand.

“Sandra, baby, since when do you hate us that much? Because one thing is that I hurt you, and the other is your hatred toward my family. I can allow that. You left without a way to contact you, to explain why I did it, and you just disappear. And now, look at you,” I took my eyes off Sandra and surveyed the area, wondering why is she here. I went back to Sandra, and continued, “Now, you are going to listen to me well, and without interrupting me. When I ask you something, you will answer me with respect, no more foul language. Do you understand?” In the last part, I said it very slowly. But Sandra kept sobbing without replying. “Answer me, Sandra, do you understand me?”

She was still crying until this moment without being able to answer me yet. So, I pulled her hair hard to get her attention. She screamed at the pull of her hair and cried even more. I leaned close to her ear again and whispered, “Baby, if you don’t answer me this time, I’m going to punish you out here. I’m not going to wait to get inside, so decide fast, I ask you again. Do you understand?” And between broken words, Sandra replied, “Yes, I-I understand.”

“Come on, Sandra, that was all you had to do. We will only talk. I want you to stay still and listen to me, OK?” My poor baby, this hurts me too, but she needs to know. “Thank you, baby, thank you.” I approached Sandra’s face to look at her closer and let her know that I’m not playing. With resigned eyes, she finally gave in. “What can you possibly say now?” Ah! There it is, my Sandra. I knew she was still there, I just have to bring her back.

“Behave, Sandra, now I’m going to get up, and you will stay in the same position you are in. Do you understand what you are going to do?”

“Yes.”

“And in what position did I order you to be?”

“In this same position.” Sandra kept crying, I could hear a mixture of helplessness and sadness. I was feeling it too, but this is necessary. I let go of her hair and got up slowly. She stayed there as I left her, motionless. I stood in front of her, looking from above. Sandra didn’t even dare to move her head. We lasted like this for about five minutes, until I decided to speak. “Sandra, sit up,” She sat up slowly as if her body were in pain, I didn’t doubt it with the way I subjugated her.

“Get up.” She struggled to her feet, bringing a hand to her right shoulder and giving herself a light massage. She was a mess, all her clothes covered with dirt. Her hair was dishevelled and knotted, and her face, not to mention it. She urgently needs to fix that.

“Sandra, you need a shower. I want you to go home in silence and without trying anything. I don’t have to tell you that I’m in control and whatever you try will be useless, go ahead,” I ordered her. Sandra turned in the direction of her house, walking slowly. Her shoulders were hunched forward with her head bowed. This image was pitiful. Sadly, there is no other way of approaching her. But I am confident that when she takes all that I'm going to tell her in, she will change. And once these new barriers that she created between us are broken, the real Sandra will emerge.

I followed her closely, thinking of a way to introduce all the events from the last months when suddenly, she took off running at the last minute. She managed to get in the house and slammed the door into my face. But when I reacted, it was too late.

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“NO, NO, no, Sandra. Open the door.” I knocked several times with my fist, demanding entry. “Open the door, Sandra, you won’t like the consequences when I have you in my hands. OPEN NOW! Sandra, Sandra. AAAAA! SHIT!” I kept banging on the door for a few more minutes until I noticed that it was useless to continue with this. But before I left, I screamed with all the frustration that I was feeling, “Sandra, love, don’t think that I will leave you alone, you must be aware of my intentions. I will return, and at that moment, you will realize the mistake you made right now. That is a promise I will not break. Remember this very well, baby.” I turned around in the direction of my van and left the property.

The next day, in the morning, I already had my luggage ready. I had changed my return due to what had happened. But that was not essential now because I had already made my presence known, and Sandra is aware that I know where to find her. So, I went to the airport immediately and boarded the plane back.

The return was quick, but I was too stressed to think about anything apart from what happened in the forest. As I was thinking about what to do, I reminded myself that I hadn’t contacted Frank in several days, and this was the right time to do it. I sent him a text message telling him everything that happened and that I would be back tonight. Five minutes later, I got an answer from him.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, you deserve it. I can imagine sweet Sandra holding a shotgun to your face. What have you done to provoke that reaction? Ha, ha, ha, ha.”

Stupid moron! I threw the mobile on the side seat and turned my head to the window. We were still very high, crossing over the clouds, but the sound of a notification made me suddenly turn to where my cell phone was. I took it and saw that it was another message from Frank, that bastard.

I opened the message and read:

“I know what we are facing, brother, and it is not good. The fact that Sandra has not shot you after everything you did indicates that she still minds you. But the simple fact of having pointed a gun at you is what drives me out of control. I would have liked to observe her behaviour firsthand, that way, it would be faster for us to take a course of action. We will have to take full control of her life until her brain reconditions itself to how it was before. I believe having freedom in that way awakened her independence. That is why she has acquired the courage to face you. We’ll talk later, I’ll see you here.”

Well, I will have to trust Frank with this, after all, he’s a human behaviour specialist. I put my mobile in my pocket and leaned back in the seat. Half an hour later, the pilot announced our arrival at Vancouver Airport. After the landing, I went to collect my luggage and exited the place. The driver was waiting for me outside the airport, and without trouble, I boarded the limousine, and we left. Upon arriving at the mansion, my dad, Marta, and Frank Alex, as always, were there. It warmed my heart, to know who I can count on.

Terry I was bombarded with questions about the place, If I had seen Sandra, what she was doing, who she was with, etc. Many questions and not all of them have the answers. After all that attention, I went to my room to freshen up. But when I entered, many memories hit me hard. Felling my soul with so much sadness. I would rather not remember anything because they were all from Sandra.

My mind went to the moment when I asked her to go to another room. When she begged me not to get married. When we were happy, lying in bed, making love, it was only with her. Lots of sadness surrounds me. But I shook it off and went to the bathroom. I want to get rid of the trip. I need to get to work to check Alex's performance and to distract myself. Thinking about her is killing me. Later, I was called to the dining room because dinner was ready. I came downstairs hungry. This trip completely exhausted me, and I had not realized it until I got here.

My whole family was already sitting at the table. Then, we all started eating. The food was delicious, not like in the restaurants in Cariboo town, but good anyway. We talked about little things, like gossip about the country and society in general. Then, we spoke about what had happened in my absence around the house. Everything seemed normal until Alex brought up the subject, I didn’t want to talk about.

. “How is Sandra? Did you manage to talk to her?”

Mm! Yes, I did it. “Yes Alex, we talk a bit, and she is not my fan right now. I'm afraid that I don't have it easy this time, and a lot of time will take me to get her back.” Frank raised an eyebrow and fixed his gaze on mine. His eyes told me everything. This couldn’t be that simple, and I knew it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say this in front of everyone. Nor could I tell them what I am willing to do to bring her back.

After a while, the company of my family improved my mood. My very and really defeated self. They are my strength, and I'm glad they are here. After finishing eating, Alex, my dad and I headed to the office. We saw in detail what had happened in my absence from the company. Well, it was all in order, one thing less to worry about. Some documents were pending my signature but without major problems. All run as it should be when you have an efficient structure.

When we finished, my dad and Alex left the office. I stayed to review and sign the pending documents. These had to be sent to the suppliers no later than tomorrow. When I finished all, I tried to entertain myself with something while I cleared my mind and sharpened my thoughts.

The evening passed, and I was still immersed in work. I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn’t hear Frank open the door. He tapped my desk twice to get my attention. I looked up, surprised to see him there all of a sudden. “Frank, I didn’t hear you coming, sit down,” I was very calm even to my ears.

“Tell me the truth, Terry, you came back so unbalanced. I understand about the gun incident, but it wouldn’t hit you so hard if it were just that, tell me the rest.”

“Sandra, obviously, but what concerns me the most is her attitude. Everything is there, as it has always been. People adore her, she adores them, laughs, talks, all good. I can go on for hours, but when it comes to me, there is nothing in her. It is as if the space that I occupied before is empty now. Like she never loved me, and I erased from her heart. Well, not like a stranger, but an enemy. I noted, too, that she is not sad or lost. Her memory of me is gone, and all that I represent,” I said that while observing Frank. He was so pensive, lost in his thoughts. But I carried on, “I feel that she is happier and more fulfilled in the middle of nowhere than she was with me all these years. Like, she rather prefers to live in the wild, as a hermit. And also I got the impression that she was coming of age and suddenly wanted to experience everything that she did not do when she was in the city, with me.”

I watched Frank’s reactions carefully. “Now you, tell me, from everything you have heard, what opinion do you have?” I waited for Frank’s answer. He didn’t say anything immediately, thinking for a few more moments, then he opened his mouth and began.

“Terry, do you remember I went to your office to try to convince you to talk to Sandra about your motives to marry that woman? I told you not to do it like that because you were going to hurt her so much that she would not take it. Do you remember that day? Well, Terry, Sandra couldn’t take it. And from what you’re telling me, she unconsciously went into survival. This happens when someone experiences a situation so strong that the brain does not know how to react or deal with it. The most logical thing for the mind is to block the event and continue as if nothing had happened. Some people even completely forget the situation. They lose their memories, It is like selective memory loss. The brain decides what to shut down and what to keep, in order for the person to function normally again, without bearing the helplessness. And from what you told me about Sandra, it happened to her. It is not that she caused it, definitely is not her fault. Her brain could not cope with the pain that our betrayal caused her, and it completely closed, choosing another path.”

It sounds terribly complicated, but I allowed Frank to continue, “This can’t be cured by itself, our mind can recover from this, and it only happens with time and therapy.”

“Are you talking about time, Frank? The time you know we don’t have? There has to be another way. I can’t live without her any longer. I can’t, it’s just impossible for me to be without her.” I pulled my hair with both hands. My pain was driving me to despair, and the way out seemed unreachable. As well, I noted something else, guilt, and a lot. My heart was being torn into pieces.

“I know, Terry, I feel the same as you since she left. I have not been able to have a day of rest because I’m constantly thinking about her. I am sad, sad. I never touched her, but just hearing her voice and feeling her presence was enough to feed me with joy. Now I have nothing, Terry, nothing.”

Frank, pointed his finger at me with rage in his eyes, “And you were responsible for that. SHIT! Terry. Why were you so stupid? There were more alternatives, other ways.” I heard Frank’s choppy voice when he spoke. He did it with so many mixed emotions that my throat was closing. He had tears in his eyes, and all thanks to me, to my blindness. But I’m determined to bring her back. Remind her of all the good we’ve had and the future we could have now that Frank is in the picture.

Next week, I will return to get her, flying in my private yet, and with my security team. She will have no choice, but to drag her here by force, if necessary.” Frank raised his gaze after being fixed for several minutes on the floor. He looked me directly in the eyes, and what I saw in them made me proud of him. His dark determination to make this happen makes my heart racing, thinking about the possibilities. My Little Brother also has his darkness that has been locked up for a long time. And it's here, to help. He will help me to bring my love back.

“Terry, I have thought of a solution, but it will not be pleasant for Sandra, or for us. Nor is it something that can be done with an audience. We need privacy. The intensity in which we have to work will be real. We cannot allow someone to get in the way. If we do what I am thinking, it may condemn us to hell, but when we achieve our goal, all this tragedy will be put in the past.”

I trusted my brother, but he mentioned something about to be unpleasant for Sandra, and us. What is he implying? “Tell me first what are you planning.”

“One thing I need to warn you, Terry. This will be extreme. Sandra will cede, or lose herself. She could end up hating us more or loving us. This will be dangerous, and we need to act with nerves of steel, so be prepared.” And that’s how we decided to start.

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It took us a month to prepare everything. I worked and carried out the company matters so that they were ready for our departure. I spoke seriously with Alex and explained in no detail that I had to spend time out of town. Not only that, but I told him that I had to convince Sandra to return with me, and I did not know how long it would take to achieve this.

Alex’s expression was one of “Good luck with that”, but as always, he offered me his full support. My dad told me to count on him for whatever it is, and he offered to explain to Sandra the circumstances why I did this. I thanked him with all my heart, but I said no because the situation was more complex. So, he replied that he did not want to see me again if I did not return with her. Funny.

Frank, for his part, was dedicated to searching for some studies and results to support his theory. He told me that he had acquired all the necessary equipment and information, even the medicine that we would have to use in case something happened, and any other that occurred to him. He warned me about what we would face and that we would have to proceed with a stone-cold heart and hand, and that could be a problem for my way of thinking. But I will do whatever it takes to bring Sandra back to me, in mind, body, and soul.

Frank was ready, and all our plans were in motion. That same afternoon, we headed to the airport in the direction of Cariboo town.

Sandra

I ran as fast as I could until I reached the door. I opened it and got in as well as I could. Not making it was driving me mad. But finally, inside, I closed it with all my might. Trying to put the lock on was impossible for me because my hands were shaking badly. It was impossible to put the key in the keyhole. This was a nightmare, and I was certain that he was going to invade my house at any moment. I looked around for something that could help me, and I saw the armchairs. I immediately dragged one and clogged it in the door. Likewise, I went to the other and did the same.

I can’t allow him to get inside. I don’t know what things he would do to me. He went crazy. All the power he gains because of his new family goes to his head. Now he thinks he can do whatever he wants, and his target, it's me, no, I won't allow it.

Looking at the piled-up furniture, I noticed that they were doing the job. Nothing was going to be able to get in through that door. But he kept pounding non-stop, calling, screaming, threatening. He was very scary. I brought my hands to my ears, blocking his voice out of my head, and waited for a miracle to happen, while my tears were running free all over my face. I couldn’t stop them, it was a lot.

After what seemed like hours, I stopped hearing the hits on the door. I was still glued to the wall with my hands covering my ears, and I noted that he was saying something, but I was unable to understand a thing. Furthermore, I slid down on the wall and sat there, waiting. After a while,

I took my hands off my head and couldn’t listen to him any more. I waited right there without moving, petrified. And after a while, I decided it was time to stand up and find out if he was already gone.

Cautiously, without making a noise. I moved away from the window and took my mobile out of the jacket’s pocket.

With shaking hands, I opened the app and checked the area. After a few more seconds, everything looked clear. He wasn’t there any more. Seeing no one, the tightness in my chest lifted. I was able to breathe easier now. I went to the kitchen and bolted the door with the breakfast table and chairs since I was certain, he could get in through this door too. Then, I went up to my room, directly to the window, and opened it to make sure he wasn’t around. I know it was too much, but I couldn’t help it. I had to be certain again and again.

Turning on the computer, I opened the security camera app. And I select the simultaneous transmission of the four cameras. For several minutes I stayed there, just watching the enlarged screen, only watching. I was sitting on my bed looking at the images when I gazed down at my hand. It was filthy and scratched. It hurt a lot, surely from the impact I received when I fell to the ground. I looked at my other hand, and it was the same. Then my pants and my whole body in general, I was so dirty.

I stood up with a lot of effort because at this point, the adrenaline wore out and my body was no longer working. I felt pain everywhere, but more in my right shoulder, my neck, and my head. That damned beast pulled my hair so hard that I thought my neck was going to crack.

I started crying again, remembering. I had a lot of rage to take out of me. How could it be possible, to have the advantage of holding a gun, and ending face down with my face in the mud? I cried until I reached the bathroom.

Upon entering, I ran into my reflection, and it was embarrassing. I cried more. I took off my clothes little by little since my shoulder continued to hurt and not to mention my neck. Getting into the bathtub, I washed with fairly hot water all the grime.

I discovered that I had bruises on my wrists, knees, and hip bone. That’s why it hurt so bad, it seemed that I had been run over.

After my shower, I took care of the most affected areas, just pat dry and applying an ointment to relieve the pain. I put on my pyjamas and, with great fear, I went down to the kitchen for a couple of aspirins. I swallowed them in one swoop and ran upstairs to my room.

Once there, I turned off the light and got into bed. I covered myself with the blanket up to my neck and stared at the screen until exhaustion overcame me.

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The next day, I woke up with a headache and an aching body. I immediately remembered what happened after feeling pain in my shoulder when lifting the blanket. I dropped back onto the bed and fixed my gaze on the ceiling. What happened yesterday? And why was that man on my property? Maybe he wanted to talk about something. No! We don’t have any. His presence intrigued and altered me. I shouldn’t have reacted like that, I should have heard what he had to say before attacking. But I couldn’t contain the anger I felt, seeing him on my land. How dare he come into my forest with his disgusting and filthy presence?

I spent some more time reflecting on the incident and why he would be here. Nothing came to my mind, then I was hungry, so I got up from my bed and went downstairs, carefully. Now I have paranoia, thinking that he can come up from anywhere, thinking I will find him in every corner. I made it obvious that I do not want his presence here, didn’t I? I doubt he will return unless it is significant. But I have nothing to do with him any more. I don’t know, we’ll see what happens in that case.

When I finished going down the stairs, I saw the mess I did yesterday to block the doors. Ugh! That man only came to disturb my peace. There is no point in returning the furniture to its place at this moment. What I want to do is eat first. Later I will decide if I should return or leave them there for a longer time. Just in case.

The first thing I made was my coffee. The smells and tastes comforted me. The events of yesterday left me perplexed. From the moment I felt someone following me in the forest, until the moment I woke up with pain all over my body.

I did not believe myself brave enough to face a wild beast like him. The truth is, I just wanted to scare him into leaving. At first, I did not know it was him, which scared me a lot. But when I got into the house to take refuge, I looked out the window to see if that person was still there. And then, I saw him, Terry, it was him.

I exploded into a thousand pieces, and without thinking, I grabbed my shotgun and confronted him. It was a mistake because I ended up humiliated on the floor. Next time, I will lock myself in my house. That’s the smartest thing to do because I have no neighbours. I cannot yell for help, or have a police station around the corner either. If something like this happened again, I’d be toast. I’m going to have to avoid walks in the woods for a while and limit my gardening to a few minutes a day. And I will take my mobile with me to watch the cameras all the time. Who would have thought, I was worried about running into a wild beast, and I came facing the most dangerous of them all. A beast from my past.

After finishing my breakfast, I tried to contemplate what to do. I was blank. I decided for my safety that I would not come out today if that psychopath is hanging around. The best thing, for now, is to pay attention to my studies. Since my career is online, I could advance topics or draw them at my convenience. So in this case, I decided to advance them. It was good therapy to forget what happened.

And this is how I spend the day. I also tried to make a dish that I found on YouTube, but this recipe, like the rest, was written wrong. Because I did not get anything like the image or the flavour that the lady was describing. Next time, I will find something better.

The day went by slowly. I entertained myself as much as I could. I took the opportunity to clean my house thoroughly because there were still traces of dust from the remodelling.

This is how I spent the whole week, locked up here. But little by little I started to go out. First, a few minutes to tend my garden. The next day I stayed longer, like that. Until I stopped looking over my shoulder, waiting for him to appear.

Sandra

It’s been more than a month since the incident, and everything has been quiet. I scared him quite a bit with my rifle. I hope he doesn’t come back again because I have to forget what happened. Just remembering it makes my head hurt.

Today I have to go to town for supplies, and I’m excited to go out. I have my next class with Luke, and I need a new heater. The weather is changing a lot and the cold is already feeling strong. I will also take the opportunity to buy some thermal jackets, boots, and pants. This will be my first winter here, and I have to know with the locals how hard it is, and how long it lasts. I would not want to be left in the middle of this without food, and without being able to leave. Even though I’m scared, I want to experience it all.

Since it was town day, I didn’t eat breakfast, just made my coffee because I wouldn’t want to arrive at “Yummy Cake” with a full stomach. I went up to have a bath and got ready. Once all was done, I checked that everything was closed and in its place, and then I left my house and took the road.

The first stop I made was for breakfast. I already missed the taste of the delicious bread and desserts from this place. I parked my car around the corner from the restaurant and got out. When arriving at the place, there were few tables. Apparently, I was late for breakfast, but it is not relevant, Raquel always has extra of everything. The table where I regularly sit was unoccupied. And I didn’t see Ronda anywhere, how strange. A few minutes later, Raquel left the kitchen somewhat stressed. “Hi Sandra, thank you for your patience, I had a brutal morning. Tell me, what can I bring you today?”

“Hello, Raquel, don’t worry. I’m going for the same cream loaf and some pancakes with blackberry jelly and a cappuccino with cinnamon, please. By the way, where is Ronda? I have not seen her yet.”

“Ah! Don’t mention her to me right now. Yesterday she went out with her friends and came back very early. With that, I meant just an hour ago.” I fought to hold my laughter. “They were drinking, and she couldn’t come this morning to work. And look, I’m doing everything. But that girl is going to pay. I will leave her without money for two weeks, see how she manages.”

Raquel went to the kitchen muttering something like, irresponsible, you’ll see, and I don’t know what else, ha, ha, ha! How frustrated she must be. If my mom was still with me, that’s how our fights would be.

After breakfast, I marvelled at how much I enjoyed it. I was happy because today will be a very busy day. I have to go to several places.

Then I hurried to say goodbye to Raquel and wished her luck. My next step was to buy clothes, and I will take the opportunity to ask the seller all about the winters in the forest.

Once in the store, I started to choose warm clothes. I focused on the jackets. If I were to go out, I would not want to freeze. Thermal underwear was also crucial, so I bought quite a few pairs. Then I continued with pants and high-neck shirts. Now I had everything except shoes. I went to the shoe store and picked out a pair of snow boots. I think this will be enough for today. Then, I headed to the electronics store, to top up my internet account and requested two heaters. One for my room and the other for the living room. It is better to be safe.

My next stop was the convenience store. I bought everything I had put on my shopping list and some extras. Thereafter, I decided to go with Luke. I needed to tell him that I wouldn’t take classes for the next 3 weeks. Since I was rushing with some school matters that I had to finish as soon as possible. This is not true, but I was shocked after the incident, and I am not ready to load a weapon yet. Maybe in a few more weeks, I will be ready, and I will resume my classes.

Luke asked me to keep practising at home, and when I was ready, he would be waiting for me. He’s a sweetheart, I adore him for that. And my last stop was Mrs Carmela’s restaurant. I left it last to be hungrier and ordered extra to take away. As always, the sweet Mrs Carmen made my day. This time I was lucky to see her. I have come to appreciate her very much and her company makes me happy. I think I have bought everything I had to buy, I don’t think I am missing anything. So, I got in my car and drove in the direction of my beautiful house.

Upon arrival, I turned off the car and began to lower all my purchases. I was completely tired. It was not too late, but it made me want to go to bed earlier, but I have to tie up things first. I unpack the two heaters and go through the instructions. It was pretty easy, so I got them ready. Furthermore, I was still not cold enough to use them, but I was determined to get everything beforehand. I put my take-out orders in the fridge along with some frozen items and decided to go and have a bath. I was already sweaty and uncomfortable.

Today I will use the tub. Since Jimmy installed it, I had used it just once, or twice. I need to enjoy it more. Then I regulate the water to a perfect temperature and dive in.

I stayed in the water for several minutes, enjoying the sensation of this vital liquid on my skin. I was so relaxed that I began to fall asleep, well, I practically fell asleep. So with all the laziness in the world, I managed to get out. I took out my pyjamas, brushed my teeth, and turned on the TV. This was my routine every night, except for the new bathtub. I covered myself with my bedspread and in seconds I was asleep.

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The next morning, a headache woke me up, not allowing me to open my eyes. My mouth was dry, and my throat felt scratchy. Oh! No, I’m going to get sick with the flu. Occasionally, when I have felt like this, a couple of aspirin will do. I kept trying to open my eyes, but it was as if my body couldn’t react. I tried to raise my arms, but they didn’t obey me either. OK, I’m going to let some time pass and open them again later. The flu had never hit me so hard. Even though I was very thirsty, I had to stay like that for a while longer. My head kept spinning, and now I felt a little nauseous. Did I eat something bad yesterday? Or is it an allergy to something? Oh! NO! What do I do in these cases?

More minutes passed, and I kept trying to see, and after a while, I finally succeeded. I opened them slowly so that the light would not hurt me. The headache was passing along with nausea, and the first thing I saw was my ceiling. I blinked a few more times to focus my gaze. Ugh! How uncomfortable I was. I tried to raise my arms and this time I succeeded, but something pulled on them, preventing me from lifting them more.

I rested them on the mattress and turned my head towards the window. What time is it? I wanted to know if it was dawn or if it was still dark. But in the corner of the room, I saw a blurred silhouette. I tried to focus my gaze more, but it was all in vain. I raised my neck to achieve better visibility, and at that moment I heard Frank’s voice. “You feel like this because of the sedative we gave you.”

Sedative? Surely, I have a fever, and I’m hallucinating. What the hell is Frank doing in my hallucination? Of all the people I know, why him? The figure approached my bed and carefully touched my arm, trying to calm me down. I understood one thing at that moment. This was not a hallucination. Frank was here in person, WHY?

The heat of my body came out the window, and my hands began to feel sweaty. I blinked a little more to finish clearing my gaze and seeing what was in front of me. It was Frank. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. My throat was still stuck, feeling like I was dehydrated. But I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I kept asking myself again and again why Frank was here? Surely, that man sent him for some reason.

I had to find out why, and now! But only broken words came out when I tried to speak again.

“Don’t speak sweetheart, you’re going to hurt your throat, drink this” Sweetheart, drink this? Frank lifted my head very delicately, putting a straw in my mouth to drink the liquid from the glass. It tasted like plain water. It felt so refreshing, and my throat immediately felt better. I tried to speak again, and this time I managed to say clearly what I had wanted to ask him for a long time.

“What a-re you doing here Fran-n-k, did he s-end you? W-ha-at do you w-ant?” It took me a while to say all that, but finally, I said it. Frank brought the straw closer to me again, and I took the water, this time without hesitation.

“Now, Sandra, no more talking. You still have the effects of the medication. You need to wait another few minutes. The drug will wear out soon, and I want you to be calm and not try to move out of bed. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.” With that said, he got up from his chair and left my room. Oh! No, god, what game are they playing now? If you exist, please help me.

Sandra

I was lying on the bed without being able to fully react, so I tried to stand up. But I felt that pull again in my arms. I turned my gaze to my left arm to see what happened, and I noted that my wrist was secured with leather handcuffs. I was short of air to breathe. Then, I turned to see my other hand, and I saw the same thing.

“What’s happening? WHY? WHY? FRANK, LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” I screamed and screamed until my throat couldn’t take it any more. By that time, my tears had wet up the pillow. I pulled the leather handcuffs several times, but they didn’t loosen one bit, it was impossible.

“Frank, damn it, let me go. FRANK, FRAAANK!”

I was like this for a while, screaming, cursing, and crying all the same time, demanding his return. After a while, I was tired and that man did not come back. I closed my eyes, as they burned from crying so much. Not only that, but I was still exhausted, and emotionally, I was bad. Defeated, and vulnerable to those people, I felt hopeless.

Another half an hour passed and I kept sobbing. I heard the door open and immediately turned to see if Frank finally decided to let me go. But to my complete horror, it was Terry. Frank was behind him. The two of them came into my room. Frank sat in the chair where I originally found him, and Terry sat on the bed, near me. My eyes followed Terry without blinking, terrified of what he planned to do with me.

They were both watching me intensely. I couldn’t tell what they were thinking or what they were planning to do, but one thing was for sure, nothing good.

“What do you want from me? There is nothing here that could possibly interest you. Leave, and do not return. I will pretend that this never happened, but I do not want to hear from you ever again. Did you hear me?”

I gathered all my strength left, to be received by silence. No one spoke, the only sound in the room was my erratic breathing. The horrible stress was building up, causing a heavy feeling on top of my chest. I wanted to get out of this, but it was impossible.

“Baby, you need to calm down,” Terry finally spoke after a few seconds. Oh! No, he came back to take revenge on me because I shot him. And not only that, he brought help.

“I warned you not to come back, This is my land, and my house. How dare you, how dare you? This is my house, I don’t want you here, nor your stupid brother. Get out of my house, both of you, bloody monsters.” How dare they.

I was spitting at that moment, my hatred was so great that I wanted to kill them with my bare hands. But Terry grabbed my face with one hand and squeezed my jaw, not too hard. I was screaming to let go, but the damn monster wouldn’t comply.

“Don't touch me, leave me, it hurts, leave me AAAAAHHHHH.” Terry extended his hands toward his brother, and Frank opened a bag that he was holding and pulled out a gag. A GAG?

Terry took it and carefully tightened it around my head. Filling my mouth with it, I started to struggle again, panicking. But I couldn’t do anything at this point.

“Sandra, I have to do this to you, baby. It hurts to see you suffer like this, but we can communicate with you, in your condition. You need to remember why I am here. I came here for you, to explain myself. But it is of no use now. Your mind won't let us reach you.”

Damn, damn, I couldn’t speak. My mouth is sealed, gagged. I don’t know, I just felt a lot of anger trying to burst out of me.

Even the simple fact of crying is because of helplessness. I can’t do it any more, “AAAHHH! AAAAHHH!” I was tossing my head from side to side. In hopes of removing this hideous object from my face.

I began to move my body in despair. I was kicking, but my feet were also tied, and I could not free my hands.

“Mm-mmm.” Why do they treat me like this? Why?

I did not feel the sting, but I felt like a cold liquid ran through my veins. The hellfire that was consuming me inside began to disappear. My heart rate dropped considerably, and my breathing began to regulate. I could tell I was feeling nothing, like floating. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frank caressing my face with so much tenderness. He looked into my eyes with so many feelings and at the same time with determination. I didn’t know what was happening between the two of them.

He kissed my forehead and then my nose. Then, he grabbed a lock of my hair and started smelling it. Finally, he kissed it. It was the most bizarre act I’ve seen so far. Why was Frank doing this? And most alarmingly, in Terry’s presence?

“How do you feel now, princess? With what I inject you, I am certain that you are more relaxed” Yea, he is right, I no longer feel the hate as strong as I felt it minutes ago. But I didn’t answer him, he only looked into my eyes waiting for a sign, I gave him nothing. He got up and returned to his briefcase to store some things he had taken out.

Then, he spoke suddenly,“I know what you are thinking, obviously you want us out. But that won't happen, we will be here for a while.” Then, he turned his face toward me, “You are going to eat and drink what we give you.

When we consider that you have earned the privilege of speaking again, we will remove the gag.” Earn a privilege? Fuckers. I closed my eyes to not see them any more. I was praying that when I opened them again, they would have disappeared, but that never happened. Not only that, but I was trapped with them in my house, and I couldn’t do anything.

But suddenly, it was Terry who spoke, “Sandra, baby.”

He ran his hand all over my leg as he kept saying, “I missed you so much, you don’t know all the nights I spent thinking only about you. I had no choice but to do this. This is the only option you left us. You will have to forgive me for what we are going to put you through.”

He kept rubbing my legs, trying to comfort me. “So we decided to do this to get your attention. We will be with you for the necessary time until your mind recovers, and you return to being the same Sandra I know. My Sandra, our Sandra.” He stopped his hand, saying that.

It took me only a few seconds to register what he had said. Ours? He went crazy, he’s crazy, he lost his mind, that man is not making any sense. I want to get out of here, get up, and run as far as I can go. Now, what to do? I’m anxious. Will they continue with this insane game if I don’t do what they want? Help is what I need.

“I know you are not very comfortable, and you won't be in the near future.” Now it was Frank’s turn to speak.

“But things will get better as time goes by, and you get used to your new routine. You will be calmer, and you will have nothing more to fear. Terry has a few rules that we all must follow. I trust that you will listen well and understand that everything is for your sake. We love you, Sandra. We just want to be with you.” He has gone mad too, I am at the mercy of two delusional madmen.

“Now baby,” Terry moved closer to me, and with delicate movements of his hand, he made my skin get goosebumps.

“Frank and I have designed a routine for you. This will help you re-integrate with us. It was never our intention to betray you or cause you pain. I just want you to know that. In time, we will explain it to you calmly, when you are ready to listen to us. The first thing is that you will stay like this, without being able to speak. This will last a few more days, but don’t worry, Frank assured me that you will not have problems if you stay like this for a while.” His words freeze my body. How long will it be for a while?

“Now, you already realized that you are tied, hands and feet. I won’t untie you because we know that you are going to do everything possible to escape. We will leave you here in your bed, tied up. You will not be able to get up at all. We will do everything for you, Sandra, everything. If you want to use the toilet or have a bath, or shower, you will have to tell us. So, that’s how it will be.”

My mind was spinning around my skull with every single word that he was speaking.

“As I kept telling you, my love, you have nothing to worry about. I have seen you thousands of times, and Frank, well, you don't have to worry about him. There is nothing he has not seen before, either. Now, we will leave this chat for later. It’s still early, baby, Frank and I will go through your cupboard to see what you have. We will prepare something special for you. Considering how much you love food and sweets.”

Just crying tears that have no end. In all my years of knowing them, I never imagined our relationship would come to this. All these years seeing their faces, I do not recognize the Terry in front of me, least of all Frank. There is no possible explanation, nothing has logic in all this. Their actions towards me are unfounded, just because I left him? He got married, choosing his life. What else is there for me? After his wedding, I did not cause problems, but on the contrary, I left, never to return.

But Frank is the one who puzzles me the most because he is helping his brother to do this to me. We always respected each other, getting along well, why doing this? I shook my head in denial. More helpless tears spill onto the pillow. I need help, but who? No one comes here, and I do not have relatives either. That realization was gruesome. I was at the mercy of two lunatics and no one would come to save me. I could die here, and none would find out.

The two morons left my room, imagining they went to the kitchen to make breakfast as they warned me. I remembered them saying I had to ask for everything, even to use the toilet. Rubbing my legs together, I was trying to get rid of the feeling. Yes, indeed it was early, and I just woke up. It’s the first thing I do every morning, and I could not have been more desperate than at this moment. I really needed to pee badly. How do they expect me to tell them that? I can’t talk. This damn gag is starting to piss me off terribly.

The minutes passed, and I couldn't stop thinking about how long they kept me like this. I want to know so many things, but I can’t ask them, I can’t do anything. And right now, all I wish to do is tell them how much I hate them and to fuck off. Those criminals are not going to defeat me so easily. They can take my speech, but I will always have something to fight with.

Sandra

I don’t know how long passed after they left me here. These damn handcuffs won’t loosen, and my body has started to go numb. My back hurts, and my bladder is about to explode. My heart was pumping so fast, and my head started to hurt. I think the effects of the medicine they gave me are wearing off, or I’m about to have a heart attack.

Oh, God helps me. Help me!

The pain in my soul was coming back, my whole body was crying out for this to end. My head is the only thing I can move, and it’s useless. My breathing intensifies, and I was reaching my limits. “Oh! AAAHHH.” The door opened wide. I was too immersed in my desperation to notice what was happening around me. Frank was the first I heard, “Terry, I can’t be injecting her with medicine so often, it’s going to do her more harm than good. It’s better that we let her go through her crisis. But if that happens, we need to remove the gag. Her anxiety will rise even further, making it even worse. And that is not the point of all this.”

“You are the Dr, Frank. Do it if it is in her best interest. We will tell her of the consequences when we lay down the rules after breakfast.”

I opened my eyes with so much effort that I didn’t even want to breathe.

I felt hands touching my face, this made me scream more, “AAAAAHHHHH!” I heard a swift, and the gag left my mouth. My tongue was bleeding, I could taste my blood. My head felt heavy, and I was only a bit dizzy, but I still couldn’t lift my head or open my eyes fully. What was happening to me? I stayed without moving for a few minutes. I listened to my breathing and was careful not to disturb this little peace that I had. Unfortunately, I was not so lucky because those monsters were by my side.

“Sandra, love, how are you feeling?” Frank asked me. I did nothing to answer him.

“Sandra, baby, Frank is asking you a question, we need to know your answer,” I continued without answering, I don’t want anything from them. Then, Terry took my face in his hands and turned me toward him.

“Baby, we are waiting for your answer,” His eyes were with concern as if he was worried. “N-no good,” I managed to articulate those words after a while.

“Love, you don’t need to talk, just shake your head if you like. I’m going to check your pulse and your vitals, OK?” I nodded my head slightly as a sign of yes before they changed their minds.

Frank began to pull out his instruments, and after a minute he started. First, he checked my heart with the stethoscope. My pulse was fast, but not as before. OH! But his touch was causing me more anxiety. Then I started crying. I didn’t want him to touch me, no, no. I was starting to hate him too like I hated his brother because since I woke up today, I have not stopped crying. How I hate this, how I hate them.

My eyes felt swollen as if I had been punched. I could not see my reflection, but I felt so bad that I imagined looking just as bad. Out of the corner of my eye, I managed to see Terry. He was stroking my hair with great care. I do not want his comfort, none of this. How dare they. But Frank took out a syringe and put a liquid in it. I saw with revulsion how I was about to be drugged again. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be in this position.

“Princess, this is only to relax your muscles, do not worry. It will help you to relax and slow your heart rate. I assure you, you don't have to worry about anything.”

I felt a sting and the liquid ran through my veins. Not only that, I did not feel anything at first, but after several minutes I began to feel the effects. That’s better, I could finally breathe without fear of choking.

“Terry, we have to keep her relaxed for a few hours. When she begins to realize that we are here, she will be able to cope better with us around her. Meanwhile, please don't touch her or do anything that might make her start a panic or an anxiety attack. Now, I'm going to put the gag on again, hoping she will stay calm.” Frank took on the task of putting the gag on again. I didn’t do his job easily. I was shaking my head and escaping his touch. But Terry saw this and came to help him, holding my head steady. When Frank finished, they left me in my room, lying and immobilized in bed. I wanted so badly to go to the bathroom.

What will I do, what will I do? Think Sandra, think. There was nothing I could do. I would have to urinate on the bed. I can’t hold on as long as I intended to. Not only that, but I refused this imposition. If I burst my bladder from holding on, maybe they will have to take me to the emergency room. Anything is better than this.

It was impossible to hold out any longer, I felt like I exploded, I couldn’t hold it back. Oh! No, please, no, no, no, Ah! I was unable to contain myself. But yes, I felt so ashamed. My face burns from humiliation, and I resume my tears, I’m crying now, but from the pain inside. How low are they going to force me to fall? In silence, I cried.

I did not know how much time had passed. Will it be minutes or hours? I don’t know, I don’t want to know. The door opened and Terry came in carrying a tray with three glasses. I immediately turned my face to the other side, I couldn’t even see him. Damn, I hate him more than ever. He left the tray on my bedside table, and after, I felt his presence next to me. He began to caress my hand and I immediately closed it into a fist.

Not only that, but he did not care, he continued to caress me.

“I know it is difficult to understand love, but it is necessary. Just let us take care of you. Do not fight us. I need you, return to me, Sandra, return to me, my love.” He kissed my hand and rubbed his cheek on it while he was speaking. Love? Was he in love with me when he told me I was nothing? Or when he went behind my back and got married? Now, he said he loves me?

Sandra

I don’t know whether I’m crying or not, my face feels wet all the time. I want this to end.

Terry came to me and took the gag from me, Oh! My lips were so dry. I started to wet them with my dry tongue. He sat on the chair near the bed and began to suck the contents of the glass with a straw. He brought it to my lips and released the liquid. It tasted like a strawberry milkshake. Not only that, but he repeated this action until the glass was empty.

We continued with the second one, using a new straw. This time the liquid was salty, it tasted like beef broth, but I wasn’t certain. I wanted to avoid eating more because all these emotions hurt my stomach, and I felt very full.

I nodded my head, indicating that I did not want more. Terry had none of that. With his eyes, he explained everything I needed to know. I would be in trouble if I don’t finish this. With a lot of effort, I finished the second glass. I asked god for help with the third one, but that god was never on my side. Terry forced the third glass on me, not caring if I was throwing up. He must have realized this because he stopped and put the glass back on the tray.

While doing this, he noticed something on the bed, as he got closer. Then the realization hits me. He must have seen the urine. His next statement made my blood run cold, “I'm going to call Frank, he will help me with this. Don’t worry, love, we understand this situation, and we know that you are incapable of doing it on your own. We will do everything for you.”

I was left astonished. Without reaction, I opened my eyes and fixed my gaze on a point on the ceiling. I heard them enter, and my gaze remained fixed on the same spot. The shame was so great that I couldn't see anybody.

“We are going to change your clothes, little one. And you will help us, too. You will stay still and let us do our work. Otherwise, we will leave you like this. Do you understand that you must learn to do your part, Sandra?”

Do my part? I will forever associate that word with pain. I nodded my head in understanding. Terry rubbed my leg and filled me with words of encouragement, rewarding my good behaviour.

They began untying my feet, but the hands were left as they were. When I went to sleep, I was wearing my pyjamas. It is a set of pants with a shirt. I don’t know whether they have left it on me or have put something else or nothing. I haven’t even bothered looking.

I felt it when they took off my pants. Not only that, but I don’t know whether it was Frank or Terry. It’s the same anyway, but I couldn’t help looking down and seeing what they were doing. Frank was putting clean towels on the bed. Terry was between my legs.

They pull my bottom down with my underwear too. I filled my lungs with air. Frank brought from the bathroom a sponge and a bowl with water and what I think is soap, since it had foam. The air sneaking between my legs caught my attention. Terry had removed everything, making me swallow hard. Frank came over and stared at my parts, wide eyes, lost in the image in front of him. He saw everything. I heard him taking a deep breath, and I also heard Terry tell him to calm down. I was red with embarrassment. They put a towel underneath me, and I saw Terry dip a sponge in the bubbly water and pass it to his brother.

They spread my legs wide, and like a statue, I waited. Soon, I started to feel the wet sponge on my skin, making me jump a little. Frank started on my legs, then, he reached the part where the buttock meets the leg. He continued his way until he reached where my intimate parts were, after passing the sponge through the inside of my thighs. Frank continued to pay more attention to it, passing it on and on. When I felt my folds open, I was exposed. He passed the sponge back and forth between them until he was satisfied.

The man continued with my entrance, but this time I didn't feel the sponge, it was now Frank's fingers. I was convinced. I squeezed my eyes as tightly as possible and immediately relaxed them. There’s no point in complaining, I’ll pretend that it didn’t happen. Frank was stroking me gently, slowly, from front to back. His fingers were close, so close. I could feel them moving inward a little. The man suddenly backed away. When I looked at him, he was standing there, looking at me.

However, as if nothing had happened, Frank wiped his mouth with the same sponge he was using on me, leaving me with terrible anguish. Then he got a new one and soaked it in clean water. He cleaned me from head to toe, taking his time, even lifting my legs and cleaning between my buttocks. Terry just watched, and sporadically, I noticed how he lowered his hand towards his member to fix it.

They ended up removing the dirty bedsheets and putting on a new ones. I don’t want to know what will happen next time.

Frank finished dressing me and Terry restrained my feet again. The two of them stood there for a moment without saying anything, just watching how I was falling apart. Terry was the first to speak.

“Frank and I are going to take care of everything related to you, baby. What we believe is necessary for you, we will do it. All this will not be permanent. Some things yes, and some others won’t. It depends on your acceptance and your performance following each instruction given to you. It will be the same coming from me, as from Frank.”

Are they thinking of keeping this stupidity on longer? As much as I think about why they are behaving like this. It all leads me to the same conclusion, they are here because they went crazy.

“We are going to set the rules for our relationship clearly, so there are no misunderstandings or complaints. Number one, you will be in this position for the rest of the week. It will be difficult for you, but it will also be difficult for us. We want your trust, Sandra, and we will have it one way or another. Second, everything you need, you have to ask for it, and I mean everything. Next time, ask for help before you wet the bed.”

My cheeks immediately turned red, then Frank added. “You require our permission to do anything. We will allow it if we think it is appropriate; otherwise, we will not. You must accept our decision without complaint, and you will be respectful.”

Fuck them with the respect. They are nothing to me. Terry glared at me with sternness as he said, “We want to avoid getting into arguments or dealing with tantrums.” I swallowed hard and remained rooted in place.

“Frank has the same authority over you as I do. You must respect him and accept his leadership. When the time comes, you will give yourself to him totally, as you did with me once.”

This is madness, this cannot be. “The rules for you are simple. Do what we say, or you'll get punished. We have plenty of different ways to do that. I assure you, Sandra, you will not want to test us. All this is for you, for Frank, and for me. Never forget it, baby, I love you with all my heart, and I will do everything to not lose you.” The intensity with which Terry was speaking was overwhelming. And the worst is that I couldn’t detect a lie. He really believed what he was saying. And what is all about that Frank loves me? What nonsense. Just because I left that house? And now he thinks he loves me? And they want to share? I don’t even want one, least of all the other. This is a nightmare.

Did they come here to fulfil a sexual fantasy? Do they want to ruin my life because I’m a nobody? I won’t let them. Do they think they can force me to play these stupid games? I’ll show them who I am the moment I can get out of her

I was in the middle of my hate speech when Frank cleared his throat to get my attention. He looked me straight in the eyes, with his gaze telling me how determined he is to make whatever they plan to do work. “It looks weird, and it sounds worse, but the truth, Sandra, is that I have always loved you. Desire you. Admired you. You were my light every day until you left. I lost you too. I felt alone and abandoned, without a path. Terry offered me something that not even in my dreams I could contemplate having. Access to you.”

Frank approached my face, brushing his nose with mine. That gesture squeezed my heart, making me feel super things that I don't want, but I remembered that I was tied to a bed, and wearing a gag. Any good intentions went to waste. He kissed my very soft lips over the gag, putting more pressure, and letting me feel him. His eyes were crazy, full of something. His whole being, trying to devour me with his eyes, as if it were a pair of vortexes, swallowing everything. He was scary. Then, he surprised me by reaching the back of my head, then he took the gag off me and set it aside.

I felt it when he got on the bed, settling himself on top of me, carefully without putting all his weight on, so as not to crush me. His gaze intensified by the second until he couldn’t take it any more and caught my lips with his teeth. Frank kept looking at me at the same time. At that moment, I was petrified. My eyes were like round plates.

His eyes were crazy, but suddenly, they closed, and he began to taste my lips. He just pulled them, sucking and licking them at the same time. Then he opened his eyes and I caught a glimpse of them with something that they didn’t have before. And without announcing it, he took my mouth with his, invading me with his tongue. Taking me completely.

If it weren’t for what I was living, I could swear that kiss was true and that Frank really loves me. The kiss was long and without pause. There came a time when I couldn’t breathe because he had all his tongue in my throat. When the kiss was over, Frank got up, solely without taking his eyes from mine. He put the disgusting gag on me again and gave me one last look, and with a shy smile, he left the room. Terry came shortly after, he stayed. He sat in the chair and started talking, telling me all the things that had happened with the company, and the work that was awaiting him and me if I still wanted to do it. Moreover, it was bringing me up to speed on the latest gossip. He told me about his brother Alex, who was in charge now that he was here, with me.

“I’m so proud of him. He is no longer the boy he used to be. Now, he is a man I can trust.”

At that moment, I forgot my situation and started to think about all the people I left behind. I haven’t even bothered to think if they were OK. I just left them, too. After a while, Terry turned on the TV, choosing a program that he knew was to my liking. At the end of that program, he put on another one. But he didn’t stay this time, he got up and left the room. He left me alone to watch TV. But I was at peace, for a reason that I don’t know, feeling calm.

My peace did not last long enough, as the pair returned. Frank had a tray with three glasses in his hands. Oh! Not that again. This time it was his turn to feed me. His face was happy, as if he enjoyed doing this. Terry just looked at me, running my body from head to toe with hunger in his eyes.

The day continued in the same way, until nighttime. I was not tired, I did nothing all day, and I wanted to change positions, and stretch my muscles. My nerves had calmed down and despite everything that had happened to me, I knew that those two would not hurt me.

Thinking about that calmed me down a bit. But the uncertainty of how long I would have to be in this situation remained.

First, I need to move. Although I cannot freely express myself, they told me to ask for what I needed, and they offered to meet my needs. How about if I ask them to let go of me for a moment and let me stretch? Will they do it?

But they didn’t come back that night. And for me, it was difficult to sleep. I was trying to get into a comfortable position, and to a certain point, I managed.

Sandra

The next day, Terry and Frank woke me up early. They untied my feet, while Frank told me, “What about if you lift your legs? Would you want that? And try to flex them too. You will feel good.”

I did as he told me. At first, it was painful, so I started to groan. But I had to work my muscles, so that’s what I did. My hip was sore from being in that position for so long, but the movement felt good. When I was done with this, they restrained my legs again and did something that surprised me.

They released my arms from the restraints so that I could sit up. It was such a good thing because I was so sick of lying down. My back felt light, and I was able to stretch my torso at will. I also moved my neck from one side to the other.

They brought me breakfast, and thanks to god, and my good luck, it was no longer the meal in glasses. It was normal food. They would let me eat like a normal person. I could see they brought gelatin and fruit chopped into small pieces with yoghurt.

I was about to reach the tray, but Terry, who was holding it, just passed me, and I knew it was too good to be true. He sat next to me and put the tray on the bed. I just looked at him, waiting for his next move. He took the gag off and fed me. Terry didn’t let me eat by myself.

“No, Sandra, I have to remind you that we will do everything for you. Everything. You only need to ask, and not expect anything else. Now, open up.”

After I finished my meal, Frank gave me a back massage and told me that this would relax the muscles atrophied due to lack of movement. They have to do this every day since they planned to leave me here for longer.

According to them, my behaviour and my acceptance of my situation would make this faster or slower.

So, I summon my courage and said to no one in particular, “Can you let me get off my bed for a moment? I have to stretch my legs and my whole body. My back and hip still hurt despite what you’re doing.”

Everything was silent, and Frank stopped massaging my back. No one answered me, and at that moment, I knew what they wanted.

Then, without looking up, I asked again with a choppy voice, “Please, will you let me get off my bed for a moment?” I was sick just to ask them this. My pride was hurt, and the words barely came out of my mouth. A few days ago, I was enjoying my loneliness, and now, I have to ask permission for everything. I want to burst the lamp on their heads, because of the helplessness that I felt.

The silence remained for a few more seconds, and that caused me to fall into despair. I began to cry, hiding my face in my hands. Seconds later, I felt hands on my back and head. Strong arms were surrounding me.

“Now my love, calm down, everything will be fine. Of course, you can get off your bed. I have already told you before. You just have to ask.”

My head was hidden in Terry’s arms, but I felt my feet being released. He finished the hug and lifted my face-to-face with him. With his finger, he wiped my tears away and gave me such a sweet smile that I almost fell into the trap.

He then kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand, helping me off the bed. My muscles were so atrophied, that when I put one foot on the ground and supported my weight on it, I almost fell. But Terry was holding me tightly, and he didn’t let me down.

After stabilizing and seeing that I was okay, I released him and began stretching. My whole body ached, especially my hip. Taking advantage of those minutes, I did some stretching and walked around my room, which was minimal. But it was something. I didn’t want this to end, I was afraid to go to that bed again. That meant being tied hand and foot, with a gag covering my mouth.

No, I had to do something. I know I can’t escape them. They are two, but maybe I can convince them not to do it. Taking my time, I lingered around, knowing they were watching me closely. Therefore, I kept walking and moving. I approached the window and moved the curtain to see out. I missed seeing the forest and my daily walks badly.

“SANDRA, stay away from the window.” Terry’s scream made me jump in shock, and I immediately turned to him. But he was already on top of me. Frank was inches away as well, too. But Terry already had me holding both of my arms, shaking me violently.

“No more, Sandra. Your time is up now.” He dragged me onto my bed and threw me in.

“You cannot come any closer to the window, do you hear me?” What did I do wrong this time?

However, once in bed, I turned on time before he could catch me and tied me to the bed again. I saw a chance, and I took it, running out of my room toward the stairs, without thinking of anything but reaching the door. When I was about to open it, a body slammed against me. That took the air out of my lungs and my head banged against the door, making me blink from the impact. Adding to the pain, my hair was pulled backwards. “AAAAHHH!”

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING, SANDRA? WHERE?” Terry was screaming at me in my ear. I tried to fight back, but he wrapped his arms around my body from behind and lifted me as if I weighed nothing. I was kicking and screaming for him to drop me down, but he was deaf, carrying me like this until we reached my room. And with Frank's help, they subdue me, putting me, face down on the bed.

“Let me go, you filthy bastards. Let me GOOOOO, AAAAHHHH. Let me go, fuckers.”

Swish, Swish, Swish.

I didn’t register at first what was happening, nor the burn on my skin. I was immersed in my fight that I didn’t notice that my hands and feet were tied and Terry was belting me.

Swish.

“AAAAA! Bloody bastards. Fuck you all. I hate you.”

Swish, Swish, Swish.

“Stop, stop, stop. AAAAAHHH.”

Terry carried on with the punishment while I screamed for him to stop. He didn’t listen.

Swish, Swish, Swish.

After a few more minutes, I lost the fight, resigning myself to lie still. I was sobbing with my face buried in the mattress.

The belt stopped, but the pain was making me cry anyway. Without saying anything, they untied me and flipped my body face up. Frank immediately took on the task of tying my feet again, while Terry tied my hands, but as much as I tried to escape him from doing it, his strength was immense.

“ENOUGH,” his scream paralyzed me and only my chest moved with my laboured breathing. I tried to hold back my tears; however, it was impossible. Terry took advantage of this moment and tied both of my hands. When I felt that I could not move, I started to pull the restraints, trying to get away.

The bloody anxiety was returning, and then panic set in the pit of my stomach, making me shake and scream at the same time. Then I felt a burning on my cheek, and my head turned to the other side because of the force.

Sandra

As I stared out the window, I remained motionless. My heart beat faster and faster, one beat after another until my chest ached. I couldn’t calm down. Terry was looking at me with anger, Frank came over and took my pulse. Then with a stethoscope, he checked my chest. He sat up after a few minutes and just patted my arm.

He went to where Terry was watching me and said, “Don’t worry, Sandra is fine, it’s another crisis, it will soon pass. Go ahead and get yourself together. I'll stay and take care of her for a while.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll leave her in your hands. But don’t untie her.” And with a stern look, he added, “For nothing.” He then turned toward the door of my room and left. Frank was with me all the time, but he said nothing. Like a hawk, he was watching me. I was burning on my backside and legs, and the immense desire to rub was making my situation worse. I was also overcome with tears, the only thing I could do was blink them away.

Twenty minutes later, Terry returned. He approached me, and kissed me on the forehead. He held my head with his two hands and brought it to his chest. I wanted to avoid accepting it, but at that moment, being in this man’s arms after my anxiety, and all the uncertainty that I was suffering, brought me peace.

When he pulled away from me, he caressed the cheek he slapped, and with his thumb, wiped my tears away. He gave me a small smile, then leaned down and kissed me on my mouth. It was quick, but I felt like he was trying to establish his place in this room again.

When Terry left, Frank came over, gag in hand. I shook my head from side to side. But after he overpowered me, he managed to set it up. I was upset, my body couldn’t take another minute in bed. The few minutes I had to stretch was nothing. I needed more. Not to say about my skin. I watched Frank walk over to the chair, pulling it toward the bed, then sit down.

He reached out his hand, lightly touching my feet. Frank ran his fingers gently all over my skin. I shook them, he was scaring me. His gaze seemed lost, obsessed with what he was doing. Apparently, he reacted because he raised his head and met my eyes.

These no longer looked lost any more, they looked like Frank’s normal eyes, the ones I had always seen. But I was beginning to discover that he felt more for me than a normal person could claim. And more than anything, I was certain that his feelings towards me were not real, but a fixation, even madness.

He watched me for a few seconds, giving me the impression that he was trying to read me. A few seconds later, he arched his brow and smiled, shaking his head.

“I understand that you are afraid, and that's the last thing you should feel towards me. I'm here to help you feel better and take care of you. The greatest desire I have ever had is this.”

Frank took one of my feet and began to massage it, watching him carefully. “Do you remember Sandra, the Christmas dinner, three years ago?”

I can remember everything. Marta and I were responsible for preparing Christmas dinner every year, along with the decorations. Of course, I remember.

Frank observed me intently, waiting for my answer. So, I just nodded my head. He smiled and continued.

“Do you also remember the gift in your name that you found the next morning under the Christmas tree?”

Yes, it was a set of fragrances imported from Paris. One day, walking through a mall, I saw them posted on a sideboard. I spoke to a saleswoman to show it to me, and I fell in love with their smell. But when she gave me the price, I put them back. The price was too high, and I still had plenty of gifts to buy, so I didn’t buy them.

But under the Christmas tree, I found a gift with my name the next day. I opened it, and I was amazed to see that they were the fragrances that I wanted so much. However, when checking the packaging, no name came up. Of course, I thought of Terry immediately. However, he never made any comment to me about it, so I never mentioned it.

As Frank watched me intently, the realization set in. He simply told me that he was the one who gave me the gift. Why? And how did he know about it? With my eyes wide open, I was trying to find a possible explanation, but nothing came to my mind. Then Frank’s laughter brought me back to reality.

“Sandra, my Sandra.”

Frank intensified the massage on my foot, applying a little more force. I tried to get out of his grip, but I couldn’t. He saw that I was uncomfortable, and released me slowly, but without removing his hand from my foot.

Frank started the massage again and said, “I followed you, that was my mission every day. Know what you were doing and where you were going. Believe me what I’m going to tell you, Sandra, but knowing even the smallest detail about you alleviates my pain, here.” Frank, with his fist, struck his chest where the heart meets.

“For more than four years, I discovered that there was light, which could illuminate me in my dark hours. You are my light, and I know it sounds crazy, but I want you to give me a chance. You are Terry’s girlfriend, yes, I know, and I cannot force you to love someone. In this case, me. But I can help you realize that there are people who are in real need of you.”

Frank squeezed my foot harder again. I let out a groan, shaking it, trying to escape from his touch. His eyes were crystal clear, he was focused only on me. Like those of a predator when it has its prey within reach, unsettling. Frank shook his head, smiling,

“It’s time to have a nap, princess. Later, we will have more time to get to know each other.” Frank looked up at the ceiling and laughed, then said, “Rather, it is time for you to know about me. Since I know everything about you.”

With that said, Frank kissed me over the gaga and left the room, not without turning the light off.

Sandra

It was another day, the smell of bacon and pancakes woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes and turned to the window. There was an opening in which I could see that the day was clear and bright. A perfect morning to have breakfast in my garden, observing my forest. The bench Jimmy installed in the back will do, and I could pull out the folding table.

I raised my hand to remove the blanket and get out of bed, but a pull stopped me. In fear, I looked down at my hands and saw that they were tied. I laid my head back on the pillow and remembered my situation. At that moment, I was not free to have breakfast in my garden. Nor could I take my walks through my forest. And the bottom line is that I was a prisoner in my own home.

The noise of footsteps on the stairs alerted me. Someone was heading towards me, and I instinctively turned my head towards the door to see who it was. Terry’s massive frame appeared at the entrance of my room. He really did look ridiculous in a house as small as mine. He had a tray with my breakfast in his hands. His face lit up when he saw me, I could see a huge smile forming.

“Good morning, precious, how did you sleep?”

My mood soured instantly. How dare he ask me that? Knowing that I cannot move and that my body hurts everywhere?

“Oh! No, none of that Sandra, pay attention to me when I’m talking to you. You know I’ve never liked that attitude of yours.”

I listened as he put the tray on the bedside table and approached me. The bed sagged on one side and Terry’s hands were turning my face towards his. I fought but was useless as always. Why do I keep bothering myself?

Terry flicked my nose playfully and said, “Forgive me, I know you took it the wrong way. I wasn't intending to ridicule you. I know that you are uncomfortable, and you cannot sleep as you should. The punishment of yesterday is not helping, either. But this is not going to last long. Frank and I are confident that you will assimilate all of this positively. Soon you will see that all this is the way to go. Living here, alone, is not normal. You have to realize that by now, Sandra. This is simply not normal, nothing healthy. Do you want to become a hermit? Only troubled people isolate themselves. And not just that, you are putting yourself in danger. Do you see my point, Sandra? I know you came here seeking refuge, but no more, baby. You have to understand that your life is with me. You promised me, you swore it to me some time ago, and I am here to remind you that.”

I was left wide-eyed, surprised by what he had told me. Did I promise him that? When, because I don’t remember. Terry saw my surprised expression and kissed me on the tip of my nose. His face turned sad. At that moment, seeing him like this, I felt something moving inside me. It was so insignificant that I could have passed it without noticing it. But there it was, and I didn’t know what was the meaning of it. I shook my head, trying to free myself from that feeling that was bothering me, and I finally succeeded. I hardened my gaze and did nothing to answer him.

Terry sighed and walked over to my hands, untying them. He helped me to sit up, and put two pillows on my back to sit straight. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, aware of what he was doing. My stomach started to burn, and I knew it was a sign that anxiety was knocking on my door. My hands began to sweat.

I opened and closed my fists incessantly, with my increased heartbeat. Terry’s presence hurt me. My heart didn’t want him close, my mind knew that he was dangerous and that I would end up in a lot of pain again. He would hurt me without hesitation.

Adrenaline fills my bloodstream, and panic like nothing before embraces my being. My heart was about to jump out of my chest, and I couldn’t breathe. I was confident that I was going to die. I needed to inhale more air, but this damn gag wouldn’t let me. Not only that, but I started moaning through it.

My lungs were shrinking from lack of oxygen, feeling my eyes roll back, and my mind went blank. The only thing I heard before passing out was Terry calling Frank with desperation.

∞∞∞

Terry put hot water on top of my head, removing all the shampoo. With his hand, he wiped off all the excess and placed it aside on my shoulder. Afterward, he grabbed a sponge and soaped it up. He started doing little circles all over my back. Until he was satisfied, he moved into my arms, rubbing them delicately. Terry lifted one and washed my armpit, then proceeded with the other, doing the same.

“Stand up, baby, I need to wash your legs.”

He helped me up, holding me by the hand, and started lathering my legs, one by one. When he went to my feet, he took his time, washing them toe by toe. At some point, it tickled me, but I managed to contain my laughter. He left nothing unwashed, and after he finished, he took a towel and wrapped my hair with it. Once done with this, he put a towel on my back, and with light touches, he dried all my body.

When we came out of the bathroom, the bed was already made and with fresh bedsheets. The handcuffs were there, waiting for me. I knew they would not leave me untied, but seeing this, my spirits fell further. I had hoped that they would stop with this already. Not only that, but I began to cry in silence. Frank was there too, waiting for us.

He took the towel off my head and brushed my hair. Then, he finished drying it with an electric dryer. The towel that covered my body was removed, and a new and clean set of pyjamas was laid on the bed. They dressed me together and guided me to the bed.

They kissed me good night and left. I was there, alone, contemplating my situation. It’s been a week or maybe more since the terrible panic attack that clouded my whole being.

Frank explained to me that it is because Terry’s presence triggers the danger alarms in my brain. This is a defense mechanism of the body, and in emergencies, our system does well to release adrenaline to escape the threatening situation. But in my case, it’s not real. The presence of Terry and his family is a constant red light in my mind. But people without emotional problems would not react that way. Frank told me I’m not coping.

According to him, my issue started with the death of my parents. Not for nothing, my attachment to Terry was total and unreserved. Is he implying that my love for Terry was a necessity? And I was just using him to make up for the emptiness and abandonment that the death of my parents left me? Bullshit, that’s not true. My love for him is total. Did I say, is? Oh! Hell. I never doubted it. It was always him, Terry. Did I say that my love for him is total? He used to be my everything, my sun, my moon, my strength, the oxygen I needed to live. Until the moment he traded me for another.

But all this made me think about something. If my love was as strong as I said it was, then why did I run away? I would know that I would die without his presence if he was my everything. There would be no chance for me of surviving in this world without him. Looking around me, my house was starting to look different. I no longer felt that strong emotion just seeing it. I fell asleep with all those thoughts in my head, until the next day.

∞∞∞

The next morning, Terry and Frank came to my room with breakfast. I was starting to welcome their arrival. The two of them stayed with me for the whole morning, saying how much they love me, and soon we'll be together, as before.

“Baby, until you accept this situation, we will continue with this. You need to open your heart again, to me.”

They carry on talking about random things, trying to catch my attention, diverting it from my situation. Terry left for a few minutes, meanwhile, Frank started to repeat over and over his love for me. “I would do everything to have you. You are my love and my light. Without you, I’m nothing. I would rather not do this, but I had to. This was my only way to be with you. I couldn’t hold back this time.” What is he talking about? Hold himself back? At the same time, he pulled out a set of pliers and started to do my nails. I feel weird, seeing him doing my feet.

As if I should be the one doing it and not the other way around. Why I feel that way, no idea.

When Terry came back, we watched some TV shows, then he read me a book.

“I’m so sure you will love this one, you talked about it non-stop, and I have to order it for you.”

He knew what titles I liked. We stayed that way until it was lunchtime.

The two of them went to the kitchen together, saying that they would prepare something for me that would encourage me a lot. Nothing could cheer me up more than their departure, I thought.

I was urged to go out into the forest. See nature around me, feel the fresh air on my face. But I wasn’t allowed to ask for something like that. And after seeing Terry’s reaction the other day, only because I looked out of the window? No, thanks. I waited in bed for the food to arrive, desperate, bored. That is the only time that I was eager to have. The food was good and pleased me greatly. As well, I was asking myself thousands of questions, but not wanting to know the answers. I knew they were holding things from me, as they put it, until I’m ready to listen.

A short time later, Frank came in with a tray. The smell hit me hard. I could taste the roasted potatoes with butter from where I was. And I could distinguish the grilled steak. My stomach began to demand food. I felt like a puppy, wagging my tail.

He put the tray on the bedside table and untied my hands. Then, he tucked two pillows under my head, so I could eat better. Again, I wasn’t allowed to eat by myself. I felt small, I was beginning to get depressed. I could feel how day by day the struggle was leaving me. Only the resignation to my circumstances was gaining strength. I finished my meal without protest. It was delicious anyway. I don’t know who made it, it must have been Frank because I never knew Terry had these skills. He never did anything like that for me. Then Frank collected everything and put it on the tray. Terry arrived with a dessert in his hand. It looked like rice pudding, another one of my favourites.

I ate it all. The sweet milk desserts reminded me of good times. Eating it made me feel good. And when I finished, they brushed my teeth and let me rest. I felt weak and poorly. After the meal, I slept peacefully.

I don’t know how long after I woke up, I wanted to pee, and I knew I had asked them first. They were by my side at all times. I still couldn’t get used to their presence.

Sandra

Time passes slowly in the prison that I have built in my mind. My thoughts only revolve around me. They do not want to go out to see what is outside because they will be there. It’s safer here.

Every day is the same, with no end. It seems like I will die here, in this same bed, with this gag that stays with me every second, minute, hour. Only when they need to feed me, brush my teeth, or ask for something, I am free from it. I listened as Terry or Frank approached my bed, my eyes remained closed. Not being able to see made me feel safe, any sound I heard was cause for anguish. I didn’t need to pretend, my eyes won’t open. My soul lost something and I don’t know what it is.

During the day, they came to wake me up and bring me food. It requires great effort to open my eyes because my eyelids feel glued together. Then they both untied me and helped me roll onto my side, as I was feeling weak. Another time they tried to give me food without being hungry, and the little food I accepted tasted bitter to me. I chewed very slowly and swallowed with difficulty.

When they offered me more food, I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes, returning to the prone position that I had been in all this time. They tied me up again, taking the rest of the food with them.

They took my words away, now I would rather not see, nor hear. I don’t want to feel, either. I’m dying inside, clearly, I can feel my spirit slowly dying. Killed by the man I used to love and his brother I used to trust.

What will become of me If I survive? What kind of woman will I be after all this? Will there be something worthwhile? Will I continue to be a person like the rest? Or just a shell whose body is alive, but its soul is gone?

I can’t understand what they want from me. But I’m sure they want me empty. With my eyes closed, my mind drifted to a better place, away from where I was.

∞∞∞

I woke up with the movement of the bed sinking. Someone was with me, in my bed. Two strong arms placed me on top of a muscular chest. He laid my head at the junction of his neck and head. Running his fingers through my hair, he was massaging my nape. I knew who he was, without having to open my eyes, I could smell his skin.

The same smell that drove me crazy, and I longed to be around him, always. Now I’m just afraid of him, Terry, the love of my life. The one who betrayed me, the one who broke my heart and spit on it. Now my jailer.

He hugged me for hours, staying in that same position without saying anything. I didn’t open my eyes, didn’t want to see the monster that held me with such care and tenderness because I knew that my arms unconsciously would wrap around him, all over his torso. I returned to the place inside my mind where I would be safe, as he gave me the illusion of love and belonging, while he caressed me with such devotion.

Minutes passed, and Frank entered the room, making a noise. I think he did it to announce his presence and that it was time for me to wake up. Terry lifted my face with his hand to meet my eyes. Mine were still closed, it was difficult to open them. Terry playfully pinched my nose. I tried to open them, but the light hurt me. I felt Frank, untied my restraints and massaged the area.

“Easy baby, open your eyes slowly, the light is very bright at this time of day.” Wow! I don’t know who this man is. I can’t believe it is the same man who is forcing me to lay in this bed, day after day.

“Come on, baby, you need a bath. Frank has prepared an incredible one that will relax all your muscles. We brought some salts to relieve the pain. That will do you very well and in less time than you think you will be like new.”

But what is the purpose? Just come back here again and do nothing? Terry got off, and I got up on my elbows and forearms, with every single muscle screaming in pain. Putting my feet on the floor, I got up.

Frank helped me. Not before kissing me on the mouth and hugging me. Terry undressed me while Frank was in the bathroom doing I don’t know what.

Although he and I have been naked thousands of times, my face reddened from having him in front of me, especially since Frank was only a few feet away. This intimacy hadn’t been planned. Two men alone in my house, with me, naked. I didn’t know how to process all this.

Terry led me to the bathroom and helped me into the tub. I sat down and immersed myself as much as I could. I’m not going to lie, the water felt wonderful on my skin. Furthermore, I can see the goosebumps all over me.

Terry began to massage my shoulders and Frank my legs. I had my eyes closed. I was imagining being in a spa, and not with this pair. But the reality was entirely different, so without getting too excited, I focused on feeling my muscles relax.

Between the two of them, they bathed me and washed my hair. Once they finished, Frank helped me up from the tub and Terry placed one towel on my head and another covering my body. We went to the room, and I couldn’t stop noticing that on the bed were some of my clothes. Mm! How stupid, I thought.

Frank dried me off and helped me put those clothes on, but it was fine. As long as I wasn’t exposed. They opted for a knee-length dress. Easy to put and easy to remove. I noted as well that there was no gag. I was excited, for the first time in days, my heart started to beat again. Are they going to let me out?

Suddenly, Frank pulled out of his pocket two leather bracelets with a metal ring dangling from each. Terry grabbed one of my hands and Frank handed him a bracelet. Terry set it up and did the same with his other hand. I was surprised by this. But Frank had something in his hands that made my stomach boil. It was a very short chain.

I turned to look at the bracelets, and I finally understood what they were for and the function of the metal rings. I felt more alone and devastated than ever. The freedom that had cost me so much work to gain, was being crushed mercilessly. Frank was the only one here with me, Terry went ahead of us, and after he brushed my hair and styled it into a ponytail, I was ready. But for what? I do not know. Then, I noticed something, they did not put shoes on me.

Sandra

Frank led me to the stairs. Could it be that they are going to let me out of my room? It has been many days since I left my house. We went to the living room, and Terry was already there, waiting for us in one of the armchairs. When he saw us, he smiled and got up, walking towards us. I managed to see he had a chain on his hand with some kind of badge.

Now what? I asked myself. He kissed my head, grabbed my shoulders, and said, “Baby, we have a surprise for you. We are going to let you go to your garden. You need to work on it,” I felt a stab in my heart.

My garden, I had not been able to think about it. Sure needed a lot of care, now that I haven’t been able to fix it all these days. I nodded my head, telling them that I accepted their gift, but Terry surprised me with the following.

“Sandra, you will be able to be outside taking care of your garden for an hour, but you will not be able to leave the house without this.” He raised his hand to show me the chain. It’s just a chain that would hang from my neck, I have no problem with that. I nodded my head in a sign of yes.

He put it around my neck, fitting perfectly. I heard a click and I knew that I could not remove it by myself, especially with these bracelets.

“There is still something else, love. This is not a common chain, it is linked to a device that I installed in my watch.”

Terry raised his hand to show me It looked like any other, except for the button that was sticking out. Then, he continued, “If you move away from me more than eight meters. It will automatically release a small electric shock. Strong enough to bring you to your knees.”

I couldn’t draw air into my lungs. I brought my hands to the collar, but I could only grasp it.

Terry held my hands and lowered them.

“Don’t worry, sweet, nothing will happen if you stay within the correct distance. And with this button, I activate or deactivate the frequency. But I will only activate it when you are outside. You shouldn't try to do something stupid.” Terry hardened his sight and continued, “And don’t think it doesn’t work, or that I won’t dare to press the button. Don’t force me, Sandra, you know I will.” I was horrified, my eyes glazed over, and the excitement of going out to tend my garden completely evaporated.

Frank must have noticed my change, as he immediately pulled me in a hug, and in an encouraging voice, he told me, “Come on, come, you have a beautiful day ahead to enjoy your garden.” Frank said, holding me by the elbow and guiding me outside.

Terry just kissed my forehead. The three of us went to the kitchen and went out through the door that led directly into the garden. Once outside, I was constantly watching around, making sure Terry was within reach in case he forgot and moved away. I was scared.

I tried to enjoy the fresh air and the green of the trees, telling myself that Terry wouldn’t do anything to hurt me like that on purpose. That calmed me down a bit, and I immediately started working in my garden. After a few minutes of fixing it, I noticed that it was useless.

The worry was making me sick. I dropped everything because I couldn’t take it any more, and headed for the entrance. Waiting for them to follow me.

I went up to my room without saying anything and lay on my bed face down, with the intention to avoid everything. Frank came right after me.

“Princes, Terry had already deactivated the device. You don’t have to be afraid. We had to do it to stop you from thinking something that could put you or us at risk.” I did not say anything, while Frank helped me take the chain off, but left both bracelets.

To my horror, he pulled the gag out of his back pocket, but seeing that he was going to put it on me, I started to shake my head from side to side, escaping him.

“No, no, no, I don't want it.” My eyes began to shed tears uncontrollably, and I was certain that my sobs could be heard throughout the house. Terry ran upstairs, and when he got to the entrance of my room, he stared at us. He was waiting for Frank to give an explanation of what was happening, but he approached us anyway. He saw the gag in his brother's hands, and his eyes filled with understanding.

Terry walked over to me and took me by the head, pulling me closer to his chest. He held me so tightly, that it reminded me of a time when he was my rock. And for the first time in a long time, I held on to him, seeking comfort.

“Relax, my love, nothing will happen to you. This will only last a little longer.” He lifted my face by putting his fingers on my chin. I raised my gaze to where he was, and I noted his eyes looking different. Unlike in the beginning, Terry no longer frightened me. Could it be that he had changed? Or was it me the one who had changed?

He leaned forward and brought his face close to mine. I doubted his intentions, but the light touch of his lips on mine was seeking my approval. As if this were the first time we had been this close, I was shaking. A torrent of images came to my mind when we went for the first time on a date after I had been insisting on it for a long time, like a pest.

The ecstasy enveloped me because this kiss reminded me of the one we shared together for the first time. Terry, my dream of always, had accepted to become mine. These were the best days of my life. My university days became my source of happiness.

Terry

Sandra is in her room, and I don’t know what happened. The idea of taking her out to work in the garden seemed like the right thing to do. At first, everything seemed fine. It looked like she was enjoying herself. But after a while, I noticed her somewhat strange behaviour.

When she would turn to see me for a few seconds, then returned to what she was doing. In a little while, she turned to see me again. That was until she stopped what she was doing, and ran to the door. She waited for me to deactivate the frequency and ran to her room.

I saw the anguish in her expression. I didn’t think this device or anything could bother her so much that she would stop working in her garden. Sandra loves gardening. I have to talk to Frank about this. Something is wrong, and I need to know if he saw it too. I headed upstairs. Frank was in the next room, it’s the one we’ve been using to sleep in.

Even though it is too small, we fit together.

On my way there, I went to see how Sandra was doing. A pang of guilt hit me hard at seeing her like this. She was facing down. Her face was turned towards the window. I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was still more than upset. This makes me think about all of what we were doing to her. And to be honest, I wasn’t certain if this strategy was right, or if it was working.

Her sadness was pushing me back now. Frank is the specialist, he said that this should work, and yes, he warned me this will be tough, but I never imagined how tough. I had no idea how a person might react to this treatment, but now I know. I do not doubt that he is correct, but it is very difficult for me to see things his way.

My baby is suffering, and my instincts are telling me to go to her and do whatever she asks me to do. I want to share her pain and help her cope. But it’s not possible, I can’t help her that way. She needs to do this alone. I opened the door without knocking. Frank was reading and had a paper sheet of notes next to him.

“Frank,” He didn’t answer, so I called him again. This time he raised his head and made a movement, letting me know that he had already heard me. So, I continued with what I came to say.

“I believe she was not fine while she was out there. Everything was very strange. Tell me what happened.”

Frank nodded his head and replied, “Yes, I noted, Terry. That wasn’t a good thing. The idea was fine, but the control method was the one that failed. I read Sandra’s body language, and the stress was killing her. She was so scared that she couldn’t focus on anything. She was afraid of the electric shock device. Sandra did not trust us, or rather you at that moment since you were controlling the device. But that’s the core point here, “Trust”. She doesn’t trust us, and that is what we must work on. If we have her trust, it doesn’t matter what discipline we use, or how painful it is. If she trusts us, she will not be afraid and automatically will know that what we do is for her good. That’s the theory.”

“And how are we doing at this moment? Is she responding how she is supposed to?” I have to hear this.

“Yes, we are making a lot of progress. I have notes on this graph of Sandra’s behaviour, and her daily habits.” Frank pointed at one of the paper sheets, then the other.

“This other graph reflects the habits that have been modified. Can you see the numbers in red? Those are the variants per habit. When a variant appears in red, that means that the habit has been drastically modified. We can now move on to the next phase. But I told you it was going to be very hard for everyone. Cutting the treatment, abruptly, will be dangerous. It would leave really negative sequels. We cannot stop now. The good thing is that the intensity of the restrictions will decrease little by little as Sandra adheres to the rules. That’s what we want, Terry. Don’t be discouraged. Everything will be fine.”

Frank sounds logical in his explanation. If what he says is true, Sandra will go back to being her old self. I miss her a lot, I am not satisfied with just her presence. I want her to see me and love me as she used to. No, not like before, I need more of her. How I long for those nights of immense pleasure, waking up intertwined with the evidence of our passion between her legs.

Oh! Sandra, come back to me, my love because I don’t dare to see that look of betrayal and pain in your eyes. I never thought it would be so painful to repair this damage. I have to be honest with myself, I have discovered something terrifying.

To see her vulnerable, tied to the bed, with tears, and pleading eyes make me feel in control, and I can be the one she looks to for support. All of this remained to me the day that she confronted me. I couldn't believe it. That was a whiplash to my brain.

Our relationship was mild, never involving such a severe exchange of emotions. Yes, we argue, but not at that level, and we've never been in turmoil. Now with Frank in the mix, this has skyrocketed.

I want more of her, to the point where she begs me to be with her again, I want to explore all the possibilities that these extreme emotions are evoked in me. It is imperative that she accepts her new role with conviction. There has always been a submissive nature about Sandra, I have always known that. She is a pleaser. I have to find out how far I can take this.

Since I have renewed my decision to go ahead to the end, it is time to prepare Sandra’s favourite meal. She never knew how well I could cook. She has never seen me doing it, and I regret that. The fact that I can do marvellous things, and never take the time to pamper her, disgrace me.

Frank explained to me that providing food that reminds her of good experiences makes the person associate their new circumstances with comfortable ones. That is a very clever form of manipulation, to use what others have achieved, and apply it to your advantage.

That is not my main intention, but if that helps with this quest, I will do anything to achieve it. I want her to feel comfortable around me, loved by me. I want her to see how important she is in my life, and that it's my turn to do anything to make her happy. She has been my love and always will be.

I am aware that my character can be difficult at times and that I can explode at the slightest provocation. I am a tough guy, and my baby has already suffered from my rudeness firsthand. Sandra is left with no choice but to cope with me until the last day of her life.

Once I was in the kitchen, I took on the task of preparing one of the dishes she likes the most. Sandra loves pork, and the combination of salt and sweet flavours makes her crazy. So, pork l’orange will be. The dessert is something simple, but she will appreciate it. Even if she does not voice out to me because I know Sandra loves sweets with milk, and she is going to love this custard. It took me about an hour to finish, and the result was delicious. To me, this is going to be the Troy horse. We’ll see what the guest of honour has to say.

I put the dishes on the tray and went to her room. While I was doing all these things, I took a moment to analyse Sandra's house. I hadn’t bothered to take a good look at this place. It is very picturesque, and simple, but pleasant. The size is not for me. I feel claustrophobic when climbing the stairs. They are so narrow, and my head reaches the ceiling. But it belongs to my baby, and we will take care of it because it is special for her. Any blind person would see it.

Terry

Entering the room, my baby was still in the same position. I don’t know if she was asleep or just lying, it must be very stressful and boring just being there doing nothing. But I know this is necessary. She will be ready for me soon. It’s a selfish thought, but I’ve always been like that. Now that I have this opportunity to shape Sandra as she always should have been, it’s even more exciting.

Putting the tray on the bedside table, I observed that everything is minimal here. I walked around the bed to see her face, and she had her eyes closed. But I know she’s not asleep, she wants to evade me. However, I have the perfect solution to attract her attention.

I walked to the other side of the bed, and I began to caress from the tip of her foot to the junction of her legs. Her skin is very sensitive and has always been. I can see how the sensations are running through all of her under my touch. Untying her feet and hands, and pulling up her dress.

Carefully, I opened her wide and began to kiss the inside of her legs until I reached her crotch. Ah! The place where I wanted to go, her pussy. I pulled her panties aside, and I spread her folds with my fingers, observing with fascination the channel that gives me so much pleasure. I caressed the outside, and to my delight, I could see how the drops of her arousal ran down her opening. My baby can't forget me, no matter how much she tries.

Her mind can tell what it wants, but this body recognizes its owner. In a low voice, I said, “Spread your legs, love. Your man is here and wants you to serve him.” My eyes widened the moment that she complied, yes, that’s right. Sandra spread her legs more, allowing me to enter.

Slightly, she even lifted her hips from the bed to have a better angle. I massaged her walls with a finger, then I reached in and started pumping inside her, forcing my finger deeper. Sandra’s breath cut up. I know that my hand is too big to put my fist in, so I decided to just put all my fingers in. That will be enough for now because, in the future, I will have the chance to train her to take it all. I want to fit my whole hand in her pussy one day, and I hope it will be soon.

I kept pumping my hand until it got wetter. Her juices were making the most exquisite noises ever. Sandra’s moan started too.

Each time I forced my hand deeper, I heard gasps in pain and excitement at the same time. My baby was enjoying this. She will have something bigger in there soon. I pulled out my hand and tasted it. What a taste! I have not savoured anything more delicious than Sandra’s juices.

“Love, you are the most delicious food I’ve ever had. I could feed on you for days.”

I gripped my fingers on her hips to pull her even closer. My cock was about to explode, and all the blood in my body went to one place. I faced Sandra and with my eyes, I told her what I wanted to do. She knows me well, and she knows what I want right now. But she didn’t do anything to reject me. At that moment, I no longer had any control over myself because I was about to go to heaven after being in hell for a long time. I let my desire free to do whatever he wanted with her.

I managed to pull half of my clothes off and got on the bed. In a single motion, I was impaling Sandra from behind.

My need was so great that I could not contain the intensity of my thrusts. My cock is not small at all, on the contrary. I have heard that sometimes it causes a lot of pain because of its size. But Sandra has always faced it like a warrior. I felt her, every corner of her body.

My hands were flying, touching all, thinking that she will have a real reason to scream. And so, it was, scream after scream, while Sandra fell apart in my hands. I grabbed her hair and forced her to hold on with her forearms.

In each thrust, I tugged it, as if I was riding my mare. Not only that, but I spanked her several times until I left that bright red spot. I was in ecstasy, hearing her moans of pleasure, which tugged me inside.

My movements become more erratic with each passing minute, wanting to dig deeper. I reached out to pinch her clit very hard, and Sandra screamed her orgasm. I could hear how intense it was. Mine didn’t take long. With one last thrust.

“Ahh!” I pulled her hair so hard that she had no choice but to get up. I emptied myself into her pussy, deep, so deep, that my sperm wouldn’t leak out. It will cover all her walls. These moments are worth everything to me. I took my semi-erect cock out of Sandra’s pussy, and UFF!

It took me a while to catch my breath. Resting my forehead on her back and waiting a few more seconds to collect myself, I got off the bed and undressed completely. Afterwards, I lay down next to her. Sandra instinctively put her arm around my chest. She always did this after our sessions, filling my heart with hope and more heartache. But when she realized what she had done, she tried to take it back. I didn’t let her, “no baby, don’t pull back.” We stayed a few more minutes in that position, wanting to stay like this forever. Skin to skin. Sandra’s stomach groaned, and I had completely forgotten about food, but duty calls. I have to feed my baby, but I would rather not move, either. But I had to.

I sat up and grabbed the food tray from the bedside table and placed it between my legs. Sandra fearfully sat down and waited for me to feed her. It filled me with pride that my baby is learning to depend on me for everything.

This is a responsibility that I will not take lightly. Her happiness and safety are in my hands. When she tried the first bit, her eyes sparkled, and without any complaint, Sandra finished the entire plate. I showed her the dessert and her eyes went a little wider. I knew she would love it.

Her proximity and naked body didn't stop putting things in my head, an idea occurred to me while I was feeding her the custard. It instantly got me hard just thinking about it. So, I said to her, “Baby, you’re going to have to eat the custard directly from the fountain.” I put a spoon full of custard on top of the head of my cock and let it slide down.

“Keep eating, suck me and lick me, whatever you want. If you do it right, you will reach the cream that is inside. That will be your prize, love, come on.”

Grabbing her nape, I lowered her head to my cocks level and smeared a little custard on her lips. She opened her mouth and started licking me. Then, she ventured deeper. I was ecstatic to see her willingness. Half of my cock was in her mouth, and she started to suck hard to get my juices out. UFF! How incredible.

I was unaware of how much I needed this at this moment. Her plump and tender lips. My baby sucked my cock so good, that I didn’t know she could do this. It’s a new side that I want to see more often. She put the tip of her tongue in the slit of my cock, “AHH! Sandra yes, come on, keep sucking me, keep it up baby, keep it up. Ahh! More.”

I grabbed her head and took control. I forced my cock inside. Sandra only had to hold on. My thrusts were stronger, and faster every time. I could hear her running out of air. Her eyes were red and tears spilt. How beautiful she is. With three more shoves, I dropped my load in her mouth. I left Sandra’s mouth with my cock up to her throat, while my cream went directly to her stomach. I waited a few more seconds until I finished throwing everything. Then I took my cock out of her and saw my sperm drip from her lips, Mmm. Perfection.

She was looking me directly in the eyes. Her tempting face drowned me towards her, forcing me to take her lips with mine, licking all the excess of my load from her. I circled the contour of her lips, so soft, and kissed her like I had wanted to kiss her for a long time. Putting into this kiss all the love and despair that I have accumulated all these months. It is one full of tenderness, loneliness, regret, guilt, and pain. Especially love.

My love for her has not diminished one bit this time apart, but the opposite. I had been horribly empty, without reason. My family is everything to me, but I learned the hard way what Sandra is to me. I didn't see it. Now I do. She is my life.

I finished the kiss and grabbed the back of her neck with both hands. I would rather not let her go for an instant. Putting my forehead with hers and with wet eyes, I said, “I love you so much. I can’t live without you, my love. Please don’t reject me any more, I need you.” My eyes began to water even more. I didn’t want her to see me cry, so I hugged her and hid my face in her neck.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby. Please, forgive me. I hurt you so badly because I was a fool. What I did to you, is like I stabbed myself in my heart.”

With a choppy voice, I told her how much I was suffering, and my many regrets.

Sandra never hugged me back or responded to the declaration of love I made a few minutes ago. None of that, but what got my heart pounding was when I felt her chin resting comfortably on my shoulder.

This seems nothing at first glance and for those who do not know her, could be anything, but I do know this. When I was stressed, in a bad mood, or depressed, Sandra used to rest her chin on my shoulder. With this, she transmitted her comfort and encouragement to me.

She probably doesn’t know she’s doing it, but it’s instinctive in her. With this, she is offering me her solidarity and loyalty. Sandra is giving herself to me, it has always been that way until I screw it up. Despite everything, this sweet bird returns to its nest. And that nest was built in my heart. I am her home, now she is where I am. She just needs to remember.

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