Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 12

Elise

Surprisingly enough, staying away from Miss Davids has become easier than what you would think. I haven't seen the blonde for the last few days, even when I was exploring the house in order to find her. She hasn't even come to her own bedroom at night to sleep.

I'm not complaining really, besides the fact that I have nothing to do besides walking around this gigantic house and reading the books she had given me or freeze at night because of the dropping climate and not having her feverishly warm body to lie next to at night.

Who am I kidding, I miss sleeping next to her and I hate admitting it. Night after night, nightmares about this strange old woman have been plaguing my attempts to sleep.

Her screechy voice taunts me and attacks me with screaming that I will always be enslaved and my family would die if I were to make the wrong choice. Problem is, I don't know what I am choosing or what the woman is going on about, but when I wake up all I have is coldness.

Maybe I'm just missing interaction, but I really just want to talk to the blonde today, maybe just for some distraction. Maybe see if she has been as affected by the distance as I have been. I doubt she would be, knowing her abilities she's probably just manipulating my feelings to make me want to talk to her.

A knock at the door pulls me out of my internal struggle and I turn to it, thinking and maybe just hoping that it was the mysterious blonde.

"Did you want to come down for breakfast Miss?" Asks a maid that I've learned is Steph. She's mostly quiet and doesn't really want to talk much, which is where I prefer Liz more. She isn't afraid to tell you things about herself or Miss Davids, even though she has been avoiding my requests to talk about the woman lately, telling me to ask her myself.

"No thank you, I'm just going to stay up here for today," I said, not moving from my chair next to the window sill.

"Did you want me to bring breakfast for you?"

Five days ago Davids had told me that she was no longer going to care what I was doing, especially when it comes to eating. Since the maids are all hers, I'm guessing they keep her updated with everything that I do, so if I decide not to eat for a few days, maybe then she will decide to come and talk to me rather than me go to her. At least I hope so.

"No thank you, I'm not hungry."

With a small bow of her head, Steph leaves the room, allowing me to cuddle in the blankets and couch type chair, watching the snow fall onto the already white covered garden. I haven't been out there yet, I didn't know whether it was allowed or not. Doesn't mean I didn't wish to be out in the fresh air, even now in this weather.

I fall in and out of sleep for hours, hating closing my eyes because of the confusing screaming messages that come with closing them.

"You're a stupid girl that will never escape!" The old screechy voice screams, scaring me awake.

Dread and anxiety pulls at my stomach and tears track down my cheeks, while I struggle to get air through my clogged throat.

"Your nightmares haven't left," shocks the sweet rhythmic voice of the woman I haven't seen in days. "So I'm guessing they are unrelated to me being around you or not."

My eyes raise to hers, forgetting about the tears that are still pooled within them.

She stands over me, with her arms crossed and wearing a look of displeasure.

"If you don't want to be here then why are you?" I ask, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice as I stand up and try to compose myself.

I hadn't seen the woman in days and she appears now, looking at me with judgement and like she would like to be anywhere other than here.

One moment the blonde is standing in the exact same place she was over the chair and the next she was a matter of inches from my face, my back gently pressed against a wall and my wrists held above my head.