The Apartment
Apartment Chapter 21: True Colours
As the farm manager prepared for bed, a knock drew him to the door. He shuffled over and opened it to see two of his veterans.
“Good evening ladies, any success…?” He asked.
The prefect nodded and pointed to her companion who pushed a bound up, gagged Esther onto the ground. “Bring her back by 4 am…”
The farm manager stepped back and gasped.
“I did not tell you to kidnap her!”, he exclaimed, “You were to convince her to meet me.”
“Well…she refused, so we put valium in her water ….” Answered the companion.
“You what???” he exclaimed, “Where did you even get that?!”
“The point was to bring her to you and we have”, the prefect answered with a shrug.
Her companion nodded with a wry smile on her lips. “Enjoy the night roomie…” she whispered sarcastically.
They both left. It was midnight.
****
“Get…away…from me!” Esther screamed swinging the penknife in her hand at the farm manager, her feet unsteady.
finally wore off. It’s about time.
“Esther”, he called out his arms raised, palms forward in a fake surrender, “Calm…down”.
“Noooo!!!” she yelled, “You drugged me…”
“That’s not true!” He lied, “some girls found you…”
“You son of a Bitch!” Esther screamed reeling backwards. Her forehead gleaming with sweat. Her breathing, rapid and short, “Leave me alone. Let me go!”
The farm manager clenched his fist. You are testing my patience.
“No one can hear you,” the farm manager said, “Not this far in the farm.”
Esther’s eyes widened. Her eyes darted across the room and landed on the door. She dashed for it but her wobbly feet bumped into the table and she lost her balance and knocked the glass of water of the table as she fell.
CRASSHHHH! It shattered on the ground.
The farm manager sighed, “I got that for you…”
“I am leaving…” she cried, stumbling the last few feet to the door and tugging at the handle. It did not budge.
He grinned.
Such desperate acts. Let’s get things under control.
“I just want to talk to you,” he inched closer to her.
She spun around barring her teeth like a cornered cat. The knife was still in her hand. She spotted the keys in his hand.
“Aaaaargh…” she screamed and charged at him, knife raised.
This is getting dangerous!? He thought.
He dodged the blade with ease, grabbed her right hand firmly pinned her to his chest.
She squirmed.
“You need to calm down!” he said, squeezing her enough to hurt.
After a few minutes, she stopped moving and went limp.
He wrestled the knife from her, flicked it and slipped it in to his pocket then pushed her onto the bed.
In a low, resigned, fearful voice, she asked.” Are you going to rape me?
“I am not…” he mumbled.
Her eyes gleamed with tears, anger, frustration and despair.
Such alluring large, gentle eyes. His heart raced, entranced.
“You wanted..t..to talk…!” she said, her voice quivering. She sat up and set her feet on the ground with her ankles crossed. She cradled her right elbow and winced.
Her knee length, sleeveless gown fell in a neat mess around her youthful curves. He watched her chest rise and fall…….
******
“Nooooo!” she screeched punching at his chest. He hadn’t noticed his body move. She crawled away from him falling off the bed in the process.
“You are…” he swallowed hard, “Really something else…”
Her eyes were wide, her breathing labored.
I must have her.
He rolled over and landed on top of her pinning her to the ground. Her frail attempts to push him off only intensified his lust.
“P..please…You said…” she pleaded.
He kissed her. The warmth and softness of her trembling lips against his made him groan. He slipped his hand under her gown and ran his fingers over her breasts.
She struggled.
With a huff, he picked her up kicking and screaming and pushed her back on to the bed.
She was weightless. Her slaps were painless and her scratches like caresses on his toughened skin. The bed heaved and screeched beneath them as he pinned her down with his weight. He kissed her neck. A satisfied smile creeped up on his lips as he felt the resistance wane slowly, surely out of her.
Want. Now…
*******
A loud wail filled the room. Spasms wracked her body and broke the spell. He snapped back to reality. It felt like a sledge hammer was hitting his chest repeatedly.
He rolled off her, on to his feet out of breadth.
“I’m so..rry…” he mumbled and ran shaky fingers over his neat short cropped hair.
Her hair was a mess. Her night dress was a mess and her face was sweaty and tear stained. She sniffed and curled up into a tiny ball on his bed.
He sunk into a chair and cradled his head.
How could I lose control like this? Damnit! I was supposed to initiate her gently into it. He tapped his feet in frustration and anger. Losing control over a little girl
Her weeping calmed gradually and finally stopped. She lay there quietly, her swollen, red eyes falling briefly on his bedside clock. He followed her gaze. “It’s almost four…”
“We should get you back to the dorms…”
She stood up and walked to the door with a blank look. He grabbed his jacket and covered her shoulders then unlocked the door and escorted her back to her dormitory. Early morning chill caressed his skin with the promise of a new day.
“Good evening ladies, any success…?” He asked.
The prefect nodded and pointed to her companion who pushed a bound up, gagged Esther onto the ground. “Bring her back by 4 am…”
The farm manager stepped back and gasped.
“I did not tell you to kidnap her!”, he exclaimed, “You were to convince her to meet me.”
“Well…she refused, so we put valium in her water ….” Answered the companion.
“You what???” he exclaimed, “Where did you even get that?!”
“The point was to bring her to you and we have”, the prefect answered with a shrug.
Her companion nodded with a wry smile on her lips. “Enjoy the night roomie…” she whispered sarcastically.
They both left. It was midnight.
****
“Get…away…from me!” Esther screamed swinging the penknife in her hand at the farm manager, her feet unsteady.
finally wore off. It’s about time.
“Esther”, he called out his arms raised, palms forward in a fake surrender, “Calm…down”.
“Noooo!!!” she yelled, “You drugged me…”
“That’s not true!” He lied, “some girls found you…”
“You son of a Bitch!” Esther screamed reeling backwards. Her forehead gleaming with sweat. Her breathing, rapid and short, “Leave me alone. Let me go!”
The farm manager clenched his fist. You are testing my patience.
“No one can hear you,” the farm manager said, “Not this far in the farm.”
Esther’s eyes widened. Her eyes darted across the room and landed on the door. She dashed for it but her wobbly feet bumped into the table and she lost her balance and knocked the glass of water of the table as she fell.
CRASSHHHH! It shattered on the ground.
The farm manager sighed, “I got that for you…”
“I am leaving…” she cried, stumbling the last few feet to the door and tugging at the handle. It did not budge.
He grinned.
Such desperate acts. Let’s get things under control.
“I just want to talk to you,” he inched closer to her.
She spun around barring her teeth like a cornered cat. The knife was still in her hand. She spotted the keys in his hand.
“Aaaaargh…” she screamed and charged at him, knife raised.
This is getting dangerous!? He thought.
He dodged the blade with ease, grabbed her right hand firmly pinned her to his chest.
She squirmed.
“You need to calm down!” he said, squeezing her enough to hurt.
After a few minutes, she stopped moving and went limp.
He wrestled the knife from her, flicked it and slipped it in to his pocket then pushed her onto the bed.
In a low, resigned, fearful voice, she asked.” Are you going to rape me?
“I am not…” he mumbled.
Her eyes gleamed with tears, anger, frustration and despair.
Such alluring large, gentle eyes. His heart raced, entranced.
“You wanted..t..to talk…!” she said, her voice quivering. She sat up and set her feet on the ground with her ankles crossed. She cradled her right elbow and winced.
Her knee length, sleeveless gown fell in a neat mess around her youthful curves. He watched her chest rise and fall…….
******
“Nooooo!” she screeched punching at his chest. He hadn’t noticed his body move. She crawled away from him falling off the bed in the process.
“You are…” he swallowed hard, “Really something else…”
Her eyes were wide, her breathing labored.
I must have her.
He rolled over and landed on top of her pinning her to the ground. Her frail attempts to push him off only intensified his lust.
“P..please…You said…” she pleaded.
He kissed her. The warmth and softness of her trembling lips against his made him groan. He slipped his hand under her gown and ran his fingers over her breasts.
She struggled.
With a huff, he picked her up kicking and screaming and pushed her back on to the bed.
She was weightless. Her slaps were painless and her scratches like caresses on his toughened skin. The bed heaved and screeched beneath them as he pinned her down with his weight. He kissed her neck. A satisfied smile creeped up on his lips as he felt the resistance wane slowly, surely out of her.
Want. Now…
*******
A loud wail filled the room. Spasms wracked her body and broke the spell. He snapped back to reality. It felt like a sledge hammer was hitting his chest repeatedly.
He rolled off her, on to his feet out of breadth.
“I’m so..rry…” he mumbled and ran shaky fingers over his neat short cropped hair.
Her hair was a mess. Her night dress was a mess and her face was sweaty and tear stained. She sniffed and curled up into a tiny ball on his bed.
He sunk into a chair and cradled his head.
How could I lose control like this? Damnit! I was supposed to initiate her gently into it. He tapped his feet in frustration and anger. Losing control over a little girl
Her weeping calmed gradually and finally stopped. She lay there quietly, her swollen, red eyes falling briefly on his bedside clock. He followed her gaze. “It’s almost four…”
“We should get you back to the dorms…”
She stood up and walked to the door with a blank look. He grabbed his jacket and covered her shoulders then unlocked the door and escorted her back to her dormitory. Early morning chill caressed his skin with the promise of a new day.