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About three days later, Cyril was sitting in his office reading. It was rare when he got the chance to kick back, relax, and let business be business. Now that he had the opportunity, he was going to take advantage of it. He had so many books in his library, but had only read a few of them. He was going to change that. He had grabbed the biggest book he could find and quickly had at it. Just as the book was starting to get interesting some one hundred pages later, the phone began to ring. He dog-eared the page and answered in a polite voice, despite his annoyance saying, “Hello?”

“Hello, Cyril,” said an all too familiar velvety voice. “Was I interrupting something?”

“No, not at all, Carmen. How are you?”

“I am well, thank you. I have some news for you.”

“Oh?” Cyril said, laying the book aside. “Have you found someone?”

“Yes and I believe he is quite the catch,” Carmen chuckled.

“Well, who is he and where does he hail from?”

“Cyril, now you know I can’t tell you all of that.”

“And why not?” Cyril demanded. “I don’t do business with just anyone!”

“I’m well aware of that, but rules are rules. If I do not have my clients’ trust, I cannot do business. Do you understand where I’m coming from?”

Cyril sighed in frustration. “Yes,” he said reluctantly. “Then, what can you tell me?”

“I can tell you that his name is Victor and he comes from an affluent family. He recently celebrated his twenty-first birthday and is looking for a good time.”

“His parents couldn’t find him someone?”

“From what he told me, they did. But, they obviously did not know his taste. That’s how he found me and in turn, I rediscovered you.”

“I see…So, how long has he been searching?”

“For about two weeks.”

“Why so long? Couldn’t he have gone to a brothel or something?”

“He did, but he is very...particular about his women.”

“How so?” Cyril asked, crossing his legs.

“He doesn’t want overused goods. You understand, right?”

“Hm…If that’s the case, I’m awfully particular about who I let sleep with my women. Describe him.” Cyril wanted to make sure that this man would be pleasing to Faye’s eye because he didn’t want her to suffer too much. Yes, it was a punishment, but he wanted to make this transition as painless as possible, despite the fact that he knew it would tear her apart. But as far as he was concerned, it had to be done.

Carmen went on to describe this Victor as handsome, tall, and athletic. Cyril demanded details, so she went further by saying he had long black hair that he often wore in a ponytail, green eyes, and a killer jaw line.

“What about his character?” Cyril asked.

“He’s a kind soul; he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’s also very intelligent.”

“Oh? What does he do besides live off his parents’ fortune?”

“Cyril, don’t be so rigid,” Carmen chided. “He does not live off of his parents’ fortune. I’ll have you know that he seeks to make his own as a lawyer instead.” She spoke of him as if he was her own son.

“He won’t make any money like that!”

“Oh, but he has and he will continue to do so, my dear. When his parents pass, he will take whatever money they leave him, but he’s not going to touch it.”

What? thought Cyril. What kind of young bachelor doesn’t spend a chunk if not, a smidgen of his inheritance? “Is he an only child?”

“Yes…How did you know?”

“I’m an only child…Similar circumstances.” Honestly, Cyril envied young Victor. He wished that he had had his discipline and wisdom when he was younger. Unfortunately, Cyril took advantage of his status as a rich, spoiled brat who had nothing withheld from him.

“I see.” A moment of silence passed before Carmen spoke again saying, “So, does he fit your criteria?”

Cyril thought about it. Being the cynical bastard he was whenever he had to give up something, he was looking for something wrong with this Victor. He couldn’t find a single problem, so he had no choice but to say, “Yes…He fits the criteria.”

“Excellent! He’ll be so pleased to hear this! When would you like us to come?”

“The sooner, the better?” Cyril said before he heard some whispering over the line.

“Would it be all right if we came tonight?”

Cyril considered it and said, “I don’t see why not.”

“Perfect! Now, remember our agreement.”

“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll put him in the best room with the comfiest bed, the softest sofa, and provide you with the sweetest wine in my store.”

“Wonderful. I’m looking forward to seeing you again, old friend.”

“Likewise, Carmen.”


“Goodbye.” When Cyril hung up, he rested his elbow on the arm of his chair and placed his hand on his temple. He didn’t expect to hear back from Carmen so quickly. The last time they did business, he recalled that it took her at least a week to get back to him. Was it luck? Fate? He didn’t know. All he knew was that a young man was coming to claim Faye that night and he had to make all the preparations so that everything would be perfect and go according to plan.


That evening, Cyril was sitting at his desk, penning the final draft of an important letter when there came a knock on the door. “Enter,” he called as he let his pen take its final stroke upon completing his signature. The door opened and Alfred entered the room. “Good evening, Alfred. What news do you have for me?”

“Your guests have arrived and are waiting in the sitting room downstairs.”

“Ah. Well, take me to them,” Cyril said as he rose and pulled down his waistcoat.

“Yes, sir.” Alfred opened the door for Cyril and once they both were outside, he closed the door behind him. Then he escorted Cyril down the grand staircase to the sitting room. “Lord Cyril Van Tassel,” he announced as they entered the room, prompting the two guests to stand.

“Thank you, Alfred. Now, will you please go fetch Faye and take her to the designated bedroom? Her clothes should already be on the bed.”

“Yes, sir,” Alfred replied with a bow. Then he left to do as Cyril asked.

“Well,” Cyril said, rubbing his hands as he turned his attention to his guests. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

“Humble?” scoffed the woman who wore a form-fitting red gown with a black mink shawl. “Cyril, don’t be so full of yourself.”

“Lovely to see you, too, Carmen,” Cyril replied as he took her gloved hand and kissed it.

“But the pleasure is all mine,” Carmen purred in response as she gingerly retrieved her hand.

She was a lovely woman of the age of thirty-two, but she did not look it at all. Her face was without blemish or wrinkle and although she was plump, her body was shapely. Her skin was a lovely shade of brown, her eyes a hazel brown, and her raven black hair was in an elegant bob with not a single strand of gray. She was also the type of woman who held your attention once she had it, which was usually whenever she entered a room or made eye contact with an unsuspecting passerby. Cyril had tried reining her in a few years previous, but she made it clear that their relationship would go no further than friends and occasional business partners; that is how he came to respect her. “Cyril, meet Victor,” she said, gesturing toward the young man who stood in silence behind her.

Cyril laid eyes on him and could tell that he would do a fine job that night. He extended his hand and said, “Welcome, Victor.”

“Thank you, sir,” Victor replied as he shook Cyril’s hand firmly.

Cyril took a moment to look him over in silence after releasing his hand. He circled the man one, two, three times before he came to stand in front of him. Carmen wasn’t lying, he thought. The lad was a strapping young man, indeed. He was as tall as Cyril and slender, but athletic. He had olive skin, his hair was dark as night, and his eyes were as green as peridot. Cyril looked him up and down once more and nodded in approval. Surely, he will do nicely.

“Do you like what you see, Cyril?” Carmen asked as she placed a hand on Victor’s shoulder, bringing Cyril out of his contemplative state.

“I was just checking to see if he was everything you said he was…That he would be suitable.”

“For whom?” she said with a smirk with a look to match.

Cyril gave her an icy glare. Of course, he knew she was playing, but he still took offense when anyone dared to imply that he was queer. He grabbed her arm as gently as possible and escorted her away from Victor, who couldn’t help but follow them with his gaze.

Once they were a fair distance away from the young man, Cyril leaned close to Carmen and whispered ever so hostilely into her ear, “Keep it up and I’ll cancel this little business transaction.”

“Cyril, you know I’m joking. Everyone knows you like women…I mean, lighten up,” Carmen said as she playfully jabbed him in the chest.

“…Carmen, you know how I feel when people make implications that my sexuality is anything other than what it is.”

“You should take it as a compliment. The fact that you are desired by both men and women is phenomenal in and of itself.”

“I don’t think so, Carmen,” Cyril replied, adjusting his tie. “I am exclusively attracted to women and women alone.”

“Alright, tiger…But, seriously, learn to take a joke.” Then she walked back over to Victor, who pulled her aside and asked if she was all right. “I’m fine, darling. Cyril wouldn’t dare hurt me.”

“Are you sure?” Victor asked, wrapping a protective arm around her as he looked at Cyril out of the corner of his eye. “He seems…rather menacing when he’s upset.”

“He’s really as meek as a lamb once you get to know him.” Then she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “But, I know how far to go with him since I like to push his buttons for fun.”

Victor chuckled.

Suddenly, Alfred entered the room and said, “Everything is in order, sir. Is there anything else you wish for me to do?”

“No, thank you, Alfred. That will be all for the night. You are dismissed.” Alfred bowed then left the room and went back to his quarters.

“If you will follow me,” Cyril said as he gestured to the threshold. Then he led the two into the foyer, up the grand staircase, and down the hall to the right. They made a few turns here and there, but soon found themselves standing in front of a large cherry wood door.

Before opening the door, Cyril turned to Carmen and Victor, and said, “Would you mind waiting out here for a moment? I would like to make sure that everything is in order.”

“Do you not trust your own butler?” Carmen asked, raising a perplexed eyebrow.

“I trust him, but I must confirm it with my own eyes first. Then make the proper adjustments if there be any.”

“I don’t mind at all, sir,” said Victor. “Please, take your time.”

“Thank you.” Then Cyril disappeared into the room, meeting eyes with an annoyed Carmen before closing the door.

When he turned around, he was met by the pleasant scent of vanilla. He took in the atmosphere and concluded that it would be to Carmen and Victor’s liking. The color scheme was the lovely combination of cream, robin’s egg blue, and mint green. The drapes were cream with hints of the blue and green in the filigree embroidery. The same could be said of the comforter on the bed, which was accented by a mountain of pillows all cream, blue, and green with various designs on them. Underneath the comforter was a blue sheet and pillows with matching pillowcases. The lighting was dim, creating the intimate, almost romantic atmosphere.

Cyril looked up from the side of the bed and saw the cream couch directly across the room. He saw a bottle of his famous wine along with two wine glasses on the coffee table in front of it. He went over and sat on the couch. Yes, he thought. Carmen should be able to see everything from here.

“Cyril, is that you?” came a soft voice.

Cyril looked over the bed and saw Faye peeking out of the bathroom. “Yes, Faye. It’s me.” Then she came out into full view. She was wearing a baby blue robe, which came down to her knees. As she drew closer, Cyril couldn’t help but think, Victor is going to love you, my dear.

“Would you please explain to me why I’m here?” she asked as she folded her arms once she reached him.

Cyril placed his hands on her shoulders and said, “You are here on business.”

“Yes, I know. But, what kind of business?”


“Yours?” she asked with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

“An…acquaintance of mine.”

“Oh,” she said disappointedly. “But, Cyril, you-,”

Suddenly, the door opened and Carmen barged in saying, “Cyril, how long does it take to see if everything is in place?” She looked around the room and went to sit on the couch before saying, “It looks fine to me. Let’s get started already.” Then her eyes fell on Faye. “Is this the girl you were talking about?”

“Yes,” Cyril replied pleasantly despite his annoyance with his dear friend.

Carmen poured herself a glass of wine and sipped as she studied Faye in silence. Faye didn’t like the way this woman was looking at her, but she tried not to make it too obvious. Who is she? Is she the one Cyril wants me to-?

“…She’s cute.” Maybe a little too cute, but she’ll do, she thought. “You can come in now, sweetheart.” Then Victor entered the room.

When she saw him, Faye froze. He was…gorgeous to say the least. If she weren’t so commit-ted to Cyril, he certainly would have been next in line. “I-Is that him, Cyril?” she whispered.

“Yes, dear.”

“B-But, I-,”

“Just relax and introduce yourself,” Cyril whispered in Faye’s ear before standing upright and going to greet Victor then bring him over to Faye. Then he came to stand behind Faye.

“H-Hello,” Faye stammered as she struggled to look Victor in the eyes. “My name is Faye Baptiste.”

“Faye,” Victor repeated as he took her hand and kissed it. “Such a lovely name for such a lovely young lady.”

“Th-Thank you,” she squeaked as she quickly retracted her hand and tried to pull the robe even closer about her even though it was impossible to do so. She wondered who this strange man was, why he was there, and how did Cyril know the woman who sat on the couch, sipping the wine while watching her like a cat watched a mouse. “And you are?”

“Oh, please excuse me,” Victor said with a nervous chuckle. “It seems that I’ve forgotten to introduce myself. I am Victor. Victor-,”

“First names are fine, darling,” Carmen sang from the sofa.

“Oh, right…Shall we begin, sir?”

“But, of course,” Cyril replied with a smile on his face. “Just relax and try not to resist,” he whispered to Faye before stepping out from behind her and patting Victor on the shoulder saying, “She’s all yours.” Then he joined Carmen on the sofa and prepared to watch the scene unfold. She handed him a glass of wine and they toasted.

Although he would have preferred to have some privacy for this intimate exchange, having two people watching didn’t faze Victor. It actually boosted his confidence; he liked the attention. He approached Faye, who stood stark still as she gazed up at him with her beautiful big blue eyes. He took it that she was nervous, so he decided to warm her up with a kiss. He bent down, tilted her head back, and planted a soft gentle kiss on her lips. Despite her nerves and confusion, Faye didn’t resist, so he proceeded to deepen the kiss and run his hands down her arms then place them on her hips.

Suddenly, Faye came back to reality. She felt the lips and hands of a stranger on her and it repulsed her more than anything. She belonged to Cyril and Cyril alone. So she pushed herself away from Victor, breaking the kiss. She didn’t know what happened. Did I black out? she thought. In actuality, she did. She was so stressed that she mentally checked out and became oblivious to what was happening while her body continued to react.

“Are you all right?” Victor asked, keeping a gentle grip on Faye’s hips in case she was to fall.

“C-Cyril,” Faye called over his shoulder to Cyril who sat with an irritated expression on his face. He didn’t know why she called him. Perhaps, she was hoping he’d stop this. Victor followed her gaze.

“She’s fine, Victor,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Proceed.”

No, Faye thought. He can’t let him do this to me…H-He won’t!

Victor turned his attention back to Faye and took notice of her flushed cheeks, wide eyes, and her grip on his shirt. As far as he could tell, she was ready. So, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Faye squeaked as she clung to him, afraid to fall because he was so tall. He laid her down gently then straddled her hips. “You’re awfully beautiful,” he whispered as he undid the sash of her robe. When he tried to open her robe, Faye grabbed his hands.

“N-No…Please don’t,” she whimpered. Her will to fight the urge to resist was slowly breaking.

“Are you shy?”


“Is this your first time?”

“…I-,” She looked away from him.

“Don’t worry, kitten…I’ll be gentle.” He pecked her on the lips and she released his hands. Then he proceeded to open the robe and feast his eyes on Faye’s sheer baby blue chemise. “Wow,” he breathed as he took in the sight of every bow, stitch, and tie. “You’re so beautiful.”

Victor leaned down and planted a kiss on Faye’s neck, eliciting a gasp from her. When he kissed her neck again, she turned her head to the side; not to give him more access, but to plead with Cyril through her eyes. She stared at him for what seemed to be forever, but he made no move, neither did he speak to end her suffering. He simply sipped his wine with an amused look in his eyes.

Carmen caught that little nonverbal exchange between Faye and Cyril and couldn’t help but think that something was wrong. She wanted to call off Victor, but she decided to wait things out.

“May I take off your robe?” Victor asked Faye. “It’s preventing me from exploring the rest of your lovely body.”

“Y-Yes,” Faye whispered as she started to tremble.

“Alright, then.” Victor removed her robe and continued his trail of kisses across the top of Faye’s chest. A strangled moan escaped Faye’s throat. She didn’t like this…not in the slightest bit. Yes, she had agreed to do anything Cyril said, but this? This was too much for her. However, she was determined not to resist as Cyril had told her. She silently vowed to go as far as she could.

Suddenly, Victor’s hands began to slide up her torso, and his thumbs grazed her nipples through the material of her chemise, causing Faye to jump. She didn’t mean to, but her nipples were very sensitive. Sadly for her, Victor wanted to drive her mad with pleasure. Because the more pleasure she had, the more she would please him. So, he pulled down her chemise and began to tease Faye’s right nipple with his tongue.

Faye’s eyes squeezed shut as she arched her back and mewled at this. Either this stranger was way too good with his hands or she was enjoying this more than she had intended. She involuntarily grabbed his head and held it there, telling him that she was ready for more.

Victor began to roll her other nipple between his index finger and thumb, eliciting a series of moans from Faye. When he felt she’d had enough, he started to tease her left nipple with his tongue. Then he ever so slowly slid his hand down to her sex and began to tease her through her panties. That started a chain reaction. In seconds, he had her writhing beneath him, whispering incoherent words as she clung to him. She was close, but he wasn’t about to let her feel release until he got his. So, he stopped teasing her, hooked his fingers in the hem of his panties, and began to pull them down.

In that moment, Faye’s eyes shot open. She looked up and saw Cyril looking down at her with a sick smile across his lips; the same smile he wore when he raped her all those many moons ago. She grabbed his hands and screamed, “No! Don’t!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Victor asked, his voice full of concern.

“G-Get off me! Get off!” she sobbed as she tried to push him away.

“I’m not hurting you am I?”

“I said get off!”she exclaimed as she swung blindly and ended up punching Victor in the eye.

“What the hell?!” he hissed. Cyril rushed over to the bed and pulled him off Faye because he wasn’t sure what the boy was going to do next. Faye then curled up into a ball and sobbed silently.

When Cyril confirmed that Victor was not going to harm Faye, he released him and asked, “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Very well, then.” Then Cyril returned to his seat beside Carmen who sat silently as she observed the situation.

When Faye recovered, she looked down at the foot of the bed and saw Victor. He had an unreadable look in his eyes, but she interpreted it as anger. She rolled over onto her side, covered her face, and sobbed, “I’m sorry.”

“A-Apology accepted,” Victor replied.

“Not just for hitting you,” she sniffled. “But also because I can’t go any further than this.”

“What’re you talking about?” Cyril hissed as he strode over to the bed, grabbed Faye by the arm, and jerked her upright. “You can and you will continue.”

“Cyril, if she doesn’t want to continue-,” Victor began.

Cyril cut him off saying, “Then, she’ll just have to endure.”

Then came a bang. It was the sound of a glass slamming down on a surface. They turned and saw an unhappy looking Carmen. Her hand was in a tight grip around the flute of her wine glass as it sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa. “Cyril, may I have a word?” she said her voice dripping with rage. He looked at her and although she kept a straight face, her gaze would have been enough to kill him if looks could kill.

“Right away.” He led Carmen outside of the room and said, “What is it, Carmen?”

“What was that?! Why did she refuse to go through with this?” she hissed. “Did you not tell her that she was meeting Victor today?” She whipped out her fan and began to fan herself because she felt a heat flash coming on.

“No,” Cyril answered honestly.

“Okay,” Carmen sighed as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Well, did you at least tell her that you’re considering turning her over into my care?”

“…No, Carmen.”

Carmen groaned in frustration. She was about to rub her eyes, but stopped upon remembering that she was wearing makeup. “Well, this is quite a thorny situation, Cyril.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your little servant has refused to service my client...Therefore, I cannot take her into my custody.”

“Nonsense, Carmen. I’ll just force her.”

“You will do no such thing!” Carmen yelled as she flit her fan shut and pointed it at him. “Goodness, Cyril. Have you forgotten my policy?”

He stared at her blankly.

Of course, he did, she thought with a roll of her eyes. “Well, let me remind you. My policy is that I cannot hire anyone unless they agree out of their own free will to service a potential client.”

“But, Carmen-,”

“No ‘buts’! The policy still stands and as far as I and my client are concerned, we have no business here.”

Cyril couldn’t believe this. Carmen had changed; she usually let him do whatever he thought was best for their benefit. But, now he was bound by this policy. Dammit, Faye, he thought. Before he could get to the point where he was so upset, he couldn’t think rationally, he took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. Then he looked at Carmen and said, “May I have some time alone with Faye?”

Carmen huffed as she looked away from Cyril and began to tap her foot impatiently. What good would it do? Besides, why would she let him be alone with her when he had just offered to force her into servicing Victor? She glanced at him and he was donning his best puppy eyes. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen those eyes although it was rare when she did see them. She tried to resist, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. “Oh…fine. You have five minutes.”

“Thank you, Carmen,” Cyril said as he took her hand and kissed it. Then he placed his hand on the doorknob, but before he turned it, he looked at Carmen, winked and said, “Wish me luck.” Then he disappeared into the room.

“Silver-tongued devil,” she mumbled with a shake of her head once the door closed.

Once inside the bedroom, Cyril saw that Victor was sitting on the couch and Faye was sitting on the bed. She looked so scared and confused. It hurt Cyril to see her that way, so he immediately asked Victor to step outside.

“But, why, sir?” the young man asked, clearly confused as to why Cyril would ask to be alone with his intended.

“I just need to have a moment with Faye. If you will?” Cyril asked, gesturing toward the door.

“…Very well, then.” Victor rose from the couch, strutted across the floor like a peacock doing a mating display, and left the room.

After the door closed behind him, Cyril went to sit next to Faye on the bed. She was obviously more relaxed, but he could tell that she was angry. “Faye-,”

She cut him off saying, “Cyril, how could you? Why would you do this?”

“…This is your punishment."

“Punishment?” Faye snapped. “For what?”

“For being the vengeful little whore you are.”

“But, I’m no-,”

“Remember when you promised me that you would do anything to prove your love? Anything to redeem yourself? Anything that I asked? Well, this is it, Faye. This is your moment to prove to me how much you love me, Faye.”

“B-But, how will having sex with another man prove that I love you?”

“Simple. If you don’t climax, that will be proof enough.”

“But, he’s good…”

“…Then, I guess you’ll have to try even harder, hm?”

“Cyril, why are you making me do this?” Faye choked. “I don’t want this! I’m pregnant for god’s sake!”

“I’m very much aware of that, Faye…but, how can I know for sure that the baby in your womb is mine?”

Faye’s heart sank as he dealt her that blow. “I…I can feel it. I know it’s yours, Cyril. I don’t know how else to explain it. I just know it’s yours.”

Cyril wasn’t moved by her answer. They both knew that there was no way that she could possibly know that the baby was his. But, he humored her and said, “We’ll see…But, that doesn’t mean that you’ll wriggle out of this punishment, pet.”

“But, Cyril, I-,”

“It doesn’t matter what you want,” he growled as he seized her by the neck and brought her close to him. Then he whispered ever so menacingly into her ear, “Either you agree to service Victor or suffer the consequences.” Then he held her an arm’s length away. “Am I understood?”

“Y-Yes, Cyril,” she choked as she clawed at his hand. “P-Please let go, now…I can’t breathe.”

Cyril squeezed but for a moment more then released her. She fell to the bed and coughed as she tried to regain control of her breathing. “Good girl…”

Faye wasn’t about to give up that easily. She had to try just one more time…So, she sat up and said, “Cyril, you said that you love me…If that’s true, then why are you making me go through with this?” She looked at him with tearful eyes; partially due to the fact that he had just choked her and partially due to all the emotions that reeled inside of her.

Cyril sighed. “Because you promised me that you would do anything I asked…Why can’t you do this?”

“You know why! It’s because I love you. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“Yeah?” Faye nodded eagerly. “Well, that didn’t stop you from seducing Alfred.”

“I-I made a mistake! Please, Cyril,” she sniffled. “I’m sorry! Please don’t make me do this. I love you!” She threw herself into his arms and buried her face in his chest as she wept.

Cyril reluctantly held her as he rolled his eyes. Once she had calmed down enough, he gingerly pushed her away from him and tilted her head upwards by holding her chin. Then he looked her in the eyes and said in a soft voice, “I’m not making you do anything. You opened yourself up to this and many other possibilities when you mindlessly promised to do anything I asked of you. So, I expect to see some results…” Then he leaned closer and whispered, “Or else.”

Faye’s heart sank as she realized that there was no getting out of this situation. Her eyes flooded with tears again, but she refused to cry despite the fact that her lip was trembling terribly. How could I have been so stupid? she thought. If I hadn’t have said anything to Alfred about selling Sabina, I wouldn’t be in this mess! No – If I just would’ve stayed with Cyril that night…I wouldn’t be in this mess. As she thought of everything she could have done to prevent the situation she was in, the tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Cyril was losing his patience. “You have three minutes to pull yourself together,” he said as he rose from the bed. “Then, I’m letting them back in.”

Faye pursed her lips and choked on her sobs as she glared at Cyril. In that moment, she hated him to the core. If he really loved her, why was he making her suffer? That was the question she had in mind. She couldn’t bear the sight of him any longer, so she ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, fell to the ground and wept.

Two minutes later, Cyril knocked on the door and told her to come out because Victor and the Madam were waiting.

Faye looked at herself in the mirror. She looked horrible; her mascara was running and her eyes were puffy from all her crying. She didn’t want this; she had given her heart, body, and soul to Cyril…and this was how he repaid her? She placed a hand on her still flat tummy and whispered, “I’m sorry, little one. I wish you didn’t have to be around for this.” Then she stood upright, turned on the faucet, splashed some water on her face, and dried it off with a towel. After looking at herself one last time, she came out of the bathroom and sat at the foot of the bed, glancing at Victor expectantly.

Then Victor began to walk over toward the bed and passed Cyril as he made his way back over to the couch. Once he was seated, Carmen handed him a glass of wine. “What did you put in here?” he asked as he took it from her and inspected the glass.

“Nothing you need worry about, darling,” she replied, patting his knee. “Let’s just enjoy the show, hm?”

“Very well, then.” He sipped his wine and watched Victor stoop down in front of Faye so he was on her level.

An awkward silence filled the room as the two stared at each other. Faye’s heart was racing as Victor captivated her with his gaze. Why does he stare so? she thought as she gripped the comforter in her hands. Just get it over with, already!

Victor smiled knowingly. The poor girl in front of him was scared to death; so scared that he could hear her erratic breathing. So, he reached up to stroke her cheek, but she closed her eyes and flinched away from his touch. He proceeded and to his surprise, Faye relaxed; loosening her grip on the comforter. She stared at him in shock as she wondered what his next move was going to be.

“You’re very beautiful,” Victor said in a soothing voice as he continued to stroke Faye’s cheek.

“…Th-Thank you,” Faye said as she began to twiddle her thumbs.

Victor continued to study Faye in silence. This had to be rather hard for her considering the fact that she’d never had an audience before; or so he assumed. He also didn’t know the nature of her relationship with Cyril, but he couldn’t help but feel that they were more than what he saw on the surface. He caught her chin in his hand and brought her lips to his into a soft, sweet kiss.

Faye didn’t struggle. Neither did she recoil. She just grabbed the comforter once more and allowed Victor to do as he pleased. But, towards the middle of the kiss, she began to feel a sense of longing. She didn’t know where it was coming from, but she tried to fight it despite the rate at which it was growing. She placed her hands on Victor’s chest with the intention to push him away, but her hands clawed at the material of his shirt instead.

Sensing the change in Faye’s demeanor, he picked her up, laid her down on the bed, and got on top of her as he continued to smother her with his lips.

Faye wanted him to stop now because Victor was literally taking her breath away; but, when she broke the kiss and opened her mouth to speak, a moan escaped her throat when Victor latched his lips onto her neck. “V-Victor,” she moaned.

Victor stopped his attack on her neck and said, “I’m going to make love to you now…Is that all right?”

What choice do I have? thought Faye. She nodded.

“I want to hear you say it…Is it all right if I make love to you?”

“…Y-Yes,” she choked. Then Victor began to undress her, planting tender kisses here and there, which caused Faye to gasp, mewl, and writhe. Little did she know that her pregnancy was the reason behind her sensitivity as well as Victor’s impeccable skill in pleasure.

Faye turned her head and looked at Cyril as Victor continued to worship her body. He sat with one leg crossed over the other as he watched her intently. Although he wore a stoic mask, she couldn’t help but think that he was secretly getting off on this. The Madam who sat next to him was watching carefully, as well. Despite her air of regal professionalism, Faye could tell that she getting rather flustered by watching Victor have his way with her. She had removed her coat and was fanning herself with her fan. She was also taking at least four sips of wine every two minutes. Perverts, Faye thought as she rolled her eyes in disgust.

Suddenly, she snapped back to reality when she felt a warm, wet, pleasant sensation between her legs. She bit her lip to stifle her moans as she tried to hold up her end of her bargain with Cyril. I-I mustn’t climax…I can’t let Cyril down. She looked down and watched helplessly as Victor devoured her.

Then he looked up and their eyes met. He took notice of her flushed face and glassy eyes and asked, “Are you enjoying this?”

Faye didn’t respond. To keep from voicing her pleasure, she groaned and plopped her head back down on the mountain of pillows.

“Do you…want me to stop?” Victor asked as he ceased his sweet torture.

Faye’s head shot back up and her eyes seemed to scream no. “No, please,” she begged, her voice dripping in desire. “Don’t…Don’t stop.”

“Gladly.” Then he resumed, eliciting a gasp from Faye.

As Victor continued to please her, Faye moaned as she ground her hips to the rhythm of his tongue. He was good…Too good. He licked, nibbled, sucked, and touched her in all the right places. If he keeps this up…I’ll drop my end of the bargain, she thought. But, does it really matter if I do? She mentally shrugged and concluded that it didn’t matter at all. All she cared about was the pleasure she was receiving from this attractive stranger that she had just met not even an hour before.

Then without warning, she arched her back, dropped her jaw, and cried out in pleasure as she reached her first climax of the session. When she came down from her high, her mind was swimming as she found herself caught somewhere between reality and fantasy. “W-What happened?” she asked.

“You came,” said Cyril.

“And violently, at that,” added Victor with a smile.

“…B-But, how?” She didn’t even remember a build up to the climax.

“Penetration,” Cyril said flatly before he took a sip of his wine.

Faye tilted her head as she looked back at Victor for further explanation.

“With the tongue, kitten,” Victor explained.

That’s a first, she thought. “O-Oh,” she said softly as she tucked her hair behind her ear. Her walls were starting to go up again as she was getting more and more self-conscious with each second of awkward silence.

Victor quickly made a move to keep things going for her sake as well as his. “Well, it seems that you’re ready for me,” he said as he glanced at her womanhood, which was twitching in anticipation.

“Victor,” Faye whispered as she covered her face, embarrassed that he was so forward.

“Are you ready for me, kitten?”

Faye looked through her fingers up at him. Under normal circumstances, she’d be terrified, but Victor was just so kind. She couldn’t help but remove her hands to reveal that tears were forming at the corner of her eyes. She wanted him so badly; so much that she thought she’d die if she was so foolish to deny herself the pleasure he offered. Then she glanced at Cyril then at the Madam before she looked back at Victor with contemplative eyes. She knew that this is what they had been waiting for all this time; what they had been expecting of her. But if I go on… she thought, there’s no way I’ll be able to stop myself from coming.

Once again, she had found herself torn between her loyalty to and love for Cyril, and her lust for another man. She wrapped her arms around Victor’s neck and buried her face in his shoulder. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m ready…Please don’t hold back.”

Victor pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes. He had to be sure that she was being sincere in her request. If he was going to go any further, it had to be because Faye wanted him; not because Cyril or anyone else wanted her to want him. He saw no sign of reluctance, so he kissed her on the forehead and said, “As you wish.” Then he sat up and began to disrobe.

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Later that afternoon, Sabina stood over the cribs of the twins, whom she had just put down for their nap. They looked so peaceful as they slept. She was glad that they were finally together again after being separated for what seemed to be forever. She had sent Alfred to ask Cyril if they could be moved to her bedroom instead of being kept in the nursery. Cyril approved and here they were sleeping soundly under the loving gaze of their mother.

Suddenly, she felt arms enclose about her waist. She turned to see that it was Lionel. He kissed her on the shoulder and said, “You’re amazing.”

“Why do you say that?” Sabina asked with a chuckle.

“…You just are. After all you’ve been through, you’re still a wonderful mother, wife, and lover. When I married you, I thought I knew you…but I was wrong. I didn’t know you until I watched you suffer. I didn’t know you until I was forced to stand back and watch as you repeatedly got knocked down only to rise like the relentless phoenix you are. Marrying you was the greatest decision I’ve ever made in my entire life.”

Tears were forming in Sabina’s eyes. She turned to him and cupped his face in her hands. “Lionel…”

“Come,” he said as he released her and took her by the hand. “I need to speak with you.”

“A-Alright,” Sabina said quietly. What was that about? she thought as he led her onto the balcony. He’d touched her heart and gotten her all emotional; now he wanted to talk? Way to kill the mood.

Once they were out on the balcony, Lionel let go of Sabina’s hand and walked a few paces ahead of her. Then he looked up at the blue sky, which was spotted with fluffy white clouds. Sabina watched, confused. Did he not say he wanted to talk? she thought.

So, she stepped forward and cleared her throat. He didn’t acknowledge her. She then spoke up and said, “So, what is it you wanted to discuss?” Lionel then turned to her with a sigh. He wore a stoic look on his face, indicating the subject he wanted to discuss had been weighing on his heart for some time. For how long, Sabina didn’t know, but she was curious. “…Well?”

“We need to talk about Cyril,” Lionel replied.

A shiver ran down Sabina’s spine. She wrapped her arms around herself and stammered, “W-What about him?”

“It’s not necessarily about him. It’s more about what we plan to do with him.”

“I don’t understand…What are you trying to say?”

“It appears that we may have to change our strategy. You see, Faye knows that Hope was returned and in her fit of rage, she made Cyril pretty upset. Because of that, she’s awaiting punishment.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” As far as Sabina knew, Faye was completely irrelevant in this plan. Lionel went on to explain that the original plan was to catch the two just before they could get intimate and make it so Faye had to leave the room.

“Now that she’s angered Cyril, that plan is useless.”

“I see…What does he plan to do with her?”

“I don’t know,” Lionel said with a shrug. “But it might involve him sending her away.”

“No!” Sabina hissed. “I wanted her to watch while-,” She stopped short because what she was about to say went against what her heart was saying.

Lionel seemed to read her mind and replied saying, “I know, love. But, there’s a chance that might not happen, so we need to come up with another plan…and fast. Do you have any suggestions?”

Sabina bit her lip as she thought about the words she was about to speak a few seconds before. In that moment she found herself in the middle of something that was bigger than her. Yes, she wanted Faye to suffer, but she didn’t want Cyril to die. She stole a glance at Lionel who waited patiently for her answer. He wasn’t going to like what she had to say, but he did ask for her suggestions.

She squared her shoulders and said, “Perhaps, we don’t have to kill Cyril.”

Lionel stared at her then blinked a few times as he wondered whether he had heard her correctly. “…What?”

“I said that maybe – maybe we don’t have to kill Cyril. Besides, he gave Hope back to us,” she said with half of a smile.

All he could do was stare at her in disbelief. She can’t be serious, he thought. The look in her eyes confirmed his worst fear. Unfortunately, that look wasn’t enough to convince Lionel or soften his heart. “So, you mean to tell me that you want him to live after all he’s done to you?” he asked in a calm, even voice despite his rage.

“Lionel, I’ve forgiven him. Why can’t you?”

“Because he took from me my right and duty as both a man and a husband!” he shouted.

“Lower your voice!” Sabina hissed.

As difficult as it was to harness his emotions, Lionel gained his composure and asked, “Do you know what that’s like? To be tied up and forced to watch as another man has his way with your wife? Do you have any idea how much it hurt to…to not be able to do a damn thing while he did that to you?”

“No…But, I do know what it’s like to be made a spectacle; humiliated, ashamed, violated. Then later I felt loved; appreciated…like I was worth something. I feel more like that now that I’m a mother.”

“Of his children,” Lionel said with a spiteful undertone.

“That’s not my-,”

“I’m well aware of that, but they should have been mine. Hell, they practically are mine because I’ve done more for them in just a few months than he’s done since the day they were born!”


“He sold your daughter for god’s sake! And to your former sicker master of all people! What kind of father would do that, Sabina?” Lionel asked, waving his hands about as he spoke.

“That may be true, but he got her back and I think that it’s only right to spare his life in return!”

“And reward him for all the hell he put you through? He caused you physical and emotional pain, but yet and still you want him to live? Why are you trying so hard to defend him when you know that he deserves to die?”

“Because he’s changed!” she exclaimed. “He’s not the way he used to be.”

Lionel did not buy this statement and he didn’t believe that there was anything Sabina could say that would change his mind. “Is that so?”


“Then how, pray tell, has he ‘changed’?”

“Well, he…He’s not violent or controlling. He actually seems to care and shows genuine interest in you. And he’s given us our daughter back, which was more than we could ever ask for. If he could do that, what more do you think he’d be willing to do?”'

“What do you mean?” Lionel asked, his interest piquing.

“Lionel, the last I heard, Cyril loves me. We could use that to our advantage.”

“Go on…”

“All I have to do is ask and maybe – just maybe he will grant us our freedom.”

Lionel considered Sabina’s idea as he stroked his goatee. It was a rather brilliant idea, but it wasn’t unflawed. “That’ll never work.”

“How do you know?” Sabina spat, placing her hands on her hips.

“Do you honestly think that Cyril would willingly let you and his children walk out of those double doors?”

“It’s possible-,”

“And once he finds out I was alive this whole time, then what?”

“It’s not like I’ll mention your name!”

“I’m sorry, Sabina,” Lionel said, turning away from her. “But, he has to die.”

That was it. Sabina couldn’t contain her rage any longer. “Why are you so bent on revenge? He’s changed, dammit!” she yelled, causing Lionel to turn and face her.

“I don’t want him to live to harm another woman or girl again. You said the same not too long ago.”

“But, he won’t!”

“Sabina,” Lionel sighed, “why are you so adamant about this? It’s almost like you-,” His voice trailed off.

“Like I what?” she spat.

Lionel stared at her for a moment, looking for any trace of evidence that could prove what he was about to say. “It’s almost like you’re still in love with him…Are you?”

“No! I just don’t think it’s fair that you’re trying to kill him like a dog after he got us our daughter back.”

“Was it fair for him to rape you while I watched? Or how about when he made you bear his children?”

“Lionel, that was then! How many times must I tell you that I’m over all that?”

“If you’re over it, then it shouldn’t matter if he dies!”

Sabina had had enough. She realized that there was no convincing Lionel; he was so wrapped up in his own agenda that there was no getting to him. So, Sabina simply shook her head and stormed back into the bedroom. Lionel followed, unsure of whether or not he’d won the argument.

“Sabina,” he called after her once they were back inside. She didn’t answer him as she went over to Hope’s crib. “What’re you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” she hissed as she picked up Hope and then baby Lionel.

“There’s no need to be rash…” She rolled her eyes at him. “What did I say? What did I do?” he asked as he started to walk toward her. Sabina took a step back and he stopped.

“…If you must ask, then you are a fool.” Then she turned and began to walk toward the door.

Before she could reach the door, Lionel ran to it and blocked her path. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you. Now, move.”

“Sabina, please.”

“Move,” she growled. Lionel acquiesced, but had the decency to open the door for her.

Once he had cleared the way, Sabina went down the hall to Mariam’s room, knocked, and was welcomed with open arms, leaving Lionel to ponder what went wrong.

Once Sabina was gone from his sight, Lionel closed and locked the bedroom door before he began pacing about the room, racking his brain as he tried to process what just happened. Sabina just stormed out after trying to protect Cyril. And Lionel couldn’t understand why. In his eyes Cyril was nothing but a manipulative, sadistic, over-zealous, narcissistic bastard who was more than worthy of death.

Why can’t Sabina see him for what he is? he thought. He considered the possibility that Sabina could have been right; that Cyril could have changed. Lionel immediately shook that thought from his mind. No. Once a liar, murderer, and rapist…always a liar, murderer, and rapist.

He had something ready for Cyril and he was going to give it to him with or without Sabina’s blessing.


That evening, Mariam stood in the kitchen preparing tea as Sabina was in the other room, putting the twins down for bed. Making tea was her way of keeping herself and those in her company calm in times of strife. Thinking back to when Sabina first arrived, she could tell that something was wrong by the look in Sabina’s eyes. They say that one’s eyes never lie. Although Sabina was trying to hide it, Mariam knew that she was troubled. Her thoughts were confirmed after she had let Sabina in and asked what was wrong. Sabina immediately averted the question and placed all of her attention on the twins.

Mariam just made herself busy as she thought, She’ll tell me when she’s ready. She sighed contentedly after placing the tea cups on the tray, completing her ritual. Then she turned to go place it on the coffee table in the small sitting area she had in the middle of the room. To her surprise, Sabina was sitting there in silence, staring in the distance. Mariam went over, placed the tray on the table, and asked, “Are the twins comfortable?”

“Yes,” Sabina replied. “Thank you. I’m sorry to disturb you like this, but-,”

“You are not disturbing me, darling,” Mariam said as she sat down then began to pour the tea. “Besides, I enjoy your company.” She handed Sabina her cup and saucer then began to pour her own cup. “So, what is troubling you, dear?” Sabina opened her mouth to deny this fact, but Mariam cut her off saying, “I saw past the indifferent look in your eyes and the smile you plastered on your lips when you first entered through the door, love. Don’t feel like you are being a burden when you voice your problems to me. I told you when you first arrived here at the mansion that I am here to help you in whatever capacity you may need.”

Sabina pursed her lips as she thought of what Mariam had just said. Every word she’d spoken was bathed in love and kindness. She was neither chiding, nor patronizing in her delivery. Her intent was to let Sabina know that she was safe and that she was loved; and Sabina appreciated that. So, she took a deep breath and said, “It’s Lionel.”

Mariam wasn’t surprised, but she was curious. She took a sip of her tea and asked, “What about him?”

Sabina didn’t want to jeopardize Lionel’s life by revealing too much about his plan. So, she settled on saying, “We had an argument; some things were said that I do not wish to repeat and now I find myself stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

“How so?”

Keep it together, Sabina, she thought as she was fighting the oncoming flood of tears. “L-Lionel’s given me an ultimatum…and I don’t think I can choose,” she choked.

Mariam looked at Sabina sympathetically. She didn’t know what to do or say in this situation. What could she say? Sitting before her was a scared young woman whose heart was breaking with each passing moment. Mariam loved her like a daughter and wanted nothing more than to protect her from all harm, but there wasn’t much she could do except be there for her. Mariam rose with a sigh, went around the table, sat beside Sabina, and embraced her. “The answer will come, darling. All you can do is wait.”

Sabina relaxed into Mariam’s motherly embrace. The sound of her heartbeat soothed her and brought a peace that kept her tears from falling. When she’d regained her composure, she gently pulled away and said, “Thank you, Mariam.”

“You’re welcome, darling. Would you like some more tea?”

“Yes, please,” Sabina replied with a smile. Mariam poured Sabina another cup and the two were able to enjoy each other’s company now that all tension was relieved.


Cyril had just gotten off the phone with a very good friend of his, whom he had done business with in the past. As he rested his head against the back of his chair, he tried to remember when they last saw each other. He had no recollection. But as fate would have it, they would be meeting again very soon, but he didn’t know how soon. Mostly for business, but also some pleasure. His friend needed time to do some checks and balances and see if they could find a person of interest. When all that was squared away, his friend promised that they would arrange a meeting; preferably at Cyril’s mansion. All that was required was a bedroom, a sofa, and some of Cyril’s famous red wine, which Cyril was more than happy to supply.

Although he was somewhat leery about this transaction, Cyril tried to remain optimistic, clinging to the possibility that maybe he would benefit just as much as he hoped his friend and their client would. He rose from his seat with a contented sigh, turned off the lamp on the desk, left the office, went to his room, and retired; reminiscing about the good old days he’d spent with his friend and looking forward to their next meeting.


Even later that evening, Sabina awoke with a start. At first she wondered why she was awake at that hour and when she couldn’t figure out why, she tried going back to sleep only to lie awake for ten minutes. She threw the covers off herself with a huff and began to pace about the sitting area. She was mindful to tread lightly as not to wake Mariam or the twins.

Eventually, she concluded that she wanted to return to her bedroom. She wanted to see if Lionel had changed his mind at all. She doubted this fact, but she needed to hear two words – Two words that would let her know that he respected her position whether he agreed or not. Before she left, she wrote Mariam a note to let her know that she’d be back for the twins in the morning and left it on her nightstand.

When Sabina reached her bedroom door, she had her hand on the doorknob and was ready to turn it, but she didn’t. The reason why she didn’t enter the room boldly was because she wasn’t sure what was waiting for her on the other side. Was Lionel asleep or awake? Worried or angry? Remorseful or indifferent? She didn’t know whether she was entering a safe haven or a battlefield. There’s only one way to find out, she thought. She took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and entered the room.

Once inside, Sabina was surprised to see that Lionel was awake. She saw his head snap up upon her entrance into the room. She also saw a hint of a smile on his lips. Lionel stood to his feet and quickly closed the distance between them.

“Sabina, I missed you,” he began as he moved to embrace her, but she didn’t return the gesture, causing him to stop. She wasn’t even looking him in the eye. “S-Sabina…what’s wrong?”

Instead of answering his question, Sabina went to her dresser, got her nightclothes, and went to the bathroom. Lionel raced after her, demanding to know why she wasn’t speaking to him, but he received no answer. He only got a door closed and locked in his face. “Sabina,” Lionel said, running his hand down the door. “Sabina, I just want to talk…Let me in!” He heard the shower start. He continued to talk through the door for ten minutes only to give up after receiving no acknowledgement from Sabina whatsoever. He couldn’t tell which was worse: Having Sabina walk out on him or ignore him.

When Sabina emerged from the bathroom, Lionel sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. She didn’t say a word to him, but he was happy to see her let alone, make eye contact. She came near and when he moved to embrace her, she went around to the other side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and got in with her back facing Lionel. Lionel was speechless. He concluded that not being able to hear Sabina’s voice due to the fact that she chose not to speak to him was the second worst thing to happen to him. It was then that he knew what he had to do.

Lionel cleared his throat and said, “Sabina…” She didn’t move to indicate that she had heard him, but he knew she did. “Sabina, I know it may not sound like much, but I’d like to say that I’m sorry…I’m sorry for being so stubborn that I wasn’t willing to see things from your point of view.” He sighed as he thought about what he was about to say next. “I know that Cyril…holds a place in your heart. I may never understand why that may be, but I want you to know that I respect you and your thoughts concerning his life. I’m sorry that our views may conflict, but…we’ll get through it. Somehow.” He waited for a response for what seemed to be an eternity. Just when he was about to kiss her good night, she turned to look up at him and she had the most beautiful smile on her face.

“Thank you, Lionel,” she said sweetly. “I accept your apology.”

Hearing those seven words was like music to Lionel’s ears. It felt like hell not to have Sabina look at him, speak to him, or even touch him. Now that she was looking at him and speaking to him, he had to feel her touch. He couldn’t help himself. He collapsed on top of her, being careful not to crush her and kissed her face lovingly, causing Sabina to giggle as his stubble tickled her face. “Don’t you ever stop talking to me again!” he all but choked.

“I won’t unless you give me a reason to.” Lionel chuckled in response. They were now staring into each other’s eyes, exchanging sweet nothings. “Was it really that unbearable?” Sabina asked as she ran a hand through Lionel’s hair.

“The worst!”

“Don’t be so melodramatic,” she scoffed.

“It’s true! Imagine me walking out on you then returning so many hours later without so much as acknowledging your presence. You didn’t look at me – if you did, it wasn’t for long – you didn’t speak to me, and you didn’t touch me!”

“Now, which is worse? Not having me speak, see, or touch you?”

Is this a trick question? thought Lionel. “Well, if you couldn’t see me due to blindness, I wouldn’t mind. But, I couldn’t live without hearing your voice because it’s so beautiful and I really love the sound of you screaming my name,” he said, planting a tender kiss on her neck.

“What of touch?” Sabina breathed, subconsciously turning her head to give Lionel more access.

“If you were never to touch me again…I don’t know what I’d do.”

Sabina looked Lionel in the eyes. The big brown orbs seemed to hold a sad story that Sabina needed to hear. So, she asked, “Why?”

“Because no one has ever loved me the way you do. Your touch is the manifestation of real love. I don’t care what it was that I needed, but whenever I needed it, your hands, your arms…your being made sure I had it. If I needed comfort, your arms held me. If I was crying, your fingers wiped away my tears. And if I need to vent my frustrations…you allow me.”

“So, it sounds like losing my touch would be the hardest for you.”

“Yes, but losing all three would kill me.”

“I see…” Sabina looked up at Lionel lovingly as she aimlessly traced his jaw line. Once again, he had won her back with his words alone. There was no doubt in her mind that he had meant every word that he said. Yes, their views still differed, but they would work around that. For now, she was happy just to lay with him and enjoy his company.

“Oh, Sabina,” Lionel sighed as he planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Promise you’ll never do that again,” he whispered against her lips before he covered them with his again.

Sabina was falling a little faster than she hoped. She broke the kiss and panted, “I-I promise. Lionel-,” Then he kissed her again, biting and sucking her bottom lip; causing Sabina to moan into his mouth. She subconsciously opened her legs and Lionel began to grind against her. She could feel him through the material of his trousers and her nightgown. Her eyes shot open and she immediately began to push him away.

Lionel broke the kiss and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“L-Lionel, we can’t,” Sabina stammered. “It’s been a long day a-and I’m tired. So, can we please just stop here?”

Lionel looked at the beautiful mess he had just begun to make of his wife. Her hair was tousled, her eyes were just beginning to glaze over, her face was flushed, and he could see her nipples standing on end through her nightgown. There was no way he could stop with her looking like this. “And leave you like this?” he asked, pinching a nipple, causing Sabina to yelp.

“I won’t forgive you if you don’t!” she hissed.

Lionel looked at her as if she were mad. “As if you’d be able to forgive me if I stopped here. Look at you, Sabina. You’re practically begging me to have my way with you and you want me to stop just as it’s starting to get good to us both?”

“Lionel, please,” Sabina whimpered. Yes, it felt good and she wanted him terribly, but she was tired after all the excitement that day.

“Please what?”

Sabina bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as she wrestled with her desire. “D-Don’t go any further,” she said, her voice no louder than a whisper.

“Your lips and your body are saying two different things, love. I want to please you. I really do, but you’re making it awful difficult…What do you want me to do?”

Sabina hated to admit it, but Lionel was right. She was sending mixed messages, but it wasn’t her fault. She wanted him badly, but all the excitement earlier that day had worn her out. She was contemplating a way to try to talk herself out of this when suddenly, Lionel moved against her, eliciting a moan from her.

“Well?” he asked, as he moved his hips in a slow, tantalizing, deliberate manner.

Sabina was trembling like a leaf. Her desire was growing stronger with every passing second and her fatigue was transforming into energy. She accepted her fate and whispered, “I want you…But, what about-,”

“Don’t worry about me…I’m here for you. Just tell me what you want.”

Sabina had forgotten how vulnerable she was in her current position. She couldn’t remember the last time she was on the bottom, but it felt right to her. She gazed up at Lionel and he looked so confident and powerful; he had the power to make or break her and he was asking her what she wanted. He always was a giver, she thought. She remembered that he had said that he lived to please her. Then, please me he will. “I want it hard…and fast.”

“No mercy?” Lionel asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“No mercy.”

He looked down at his beloved wife with a smirk and thought, Well, you won’t be getting any sleep tonight, missy. “…Alright, then.” He began by lifting the hem of Sabina’s nightgown then he rid himself of his pants. After positioning himself between Sabina’s legs, he pinned her hands on either side of her head. Then without a warning, he buried himself deep inside of her, causing Sabina to bite her lip in an attempt to stifle a moan.

Lionel didn’t move in order to give Sabina and himself a moment to adjust. Not only was she tight, but this was the first time they had ever skipped foreplay, so he was trying his best to make it as painless as possible for them. Especially for Sabina. When he felt ready to move, he asked, “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Y-Yes,” Sabina panted. Lionel was about to move, but she stopped him saying, “A-And you don’t always have to ask, you know…You know what I like and I trust you.”

Lionel nodded and prepared to make his move. “If it’s too painful, tell me and I’ll stop,” he said and Sabina nodded.

Hard and fast, he thought. He pulled out slightly before thrusting deep and hard, making Sabina gasp as she looked up at him with longing eyes. Then he did it again and she whimpered. He was about to do it again when Sabina cried, “Lionel, don’t tease me! Just love me, already!”

He gave her an apologetic look and replied, “Alright, love, alright.” She wanted it hard and fast, so that’s exactly how he was going to give it to her. And he did; without a warning, he thrust deep inside of her, causing Sabina’s back to arch and her jaw to drop. He had found her center; that is how well he had grown acquainted with her body. Once again, he stilled to help her adjust and kissed her neck as he waited. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he took it as clearance for him to continue. He started out slowly then began to pick up speed until he found the right rhythm to bring out the melody of Sabina’s sensual song that never seemed to be the same as any other song she’d sung before.

Sabina was so high on the pleasure that she couldn’t see straight. It just felt so…good; like nothing she’d ever felt before. She was actually glad that she’d given in to Lionel. Otherwise, she would have missed out on all this. As she lay under Lionel, taking all he had to offer as his weight bore down on her, Sabina could feel his grip on her wrists tighten. He was close…She could feel it. She was close, too. But, she couldn’t help but think, How dare he even think about climaxing before me.

“Lionel,” Sabina moaned as she struggled against his grip. He didn’t respond. He was too lost in the pleasure to hear her. Even if she did speak, he heard it as a lustful whisper or a satisfied moan. “Lionel, please,” she whined.

Suddenly, he silenced her with a kiss as he released his grip on her wrists and slowly ran his hands down her forearms, across her arms, and up her neck. Sabina turned her head, breaking the kiss as she giggled upon feeling Lionel’s fingertips caress her neck. Her neck was one of the many places she was ticklish. Lionel then kissed her on the cheek and slowly ran his fingertips lower and lower.

Sabina arched her back and moaned as Lionel gently caressed her nipples. He knew that she loved it when he teased her breasts, so he decided to cater to her. Sabina was amazed at how attentive Lionel was being to her when he seemed so lost in the moment just a moment before. “A-Ah!” she squeaked as she felt Lionel take her nipple into his mouth and began to suck it. “L-Lionel~~!” She was trying her best to hold out just a little longer, but Lionel was making it very difficult. She tried to pull him off her nipple, but he wouldn’t stop sucking. Just when Sabina had given up, he switched to the other nipple and began to roll the other between his fingers, driving her even closer to the edge.

Sabina was panting like crazy. She was so close to her climax that she could almost taste it. She was screaming, writhing, and moaning as Lionel drove her wild with pleasure. She was biting his earlobe, scratching his arms, and whispering loving words into her husband’s ear. Yes, Sabina wanted her release, but she was trying to hold on for the sake of staying high on this pleasure. But, Lionel just wouldn’t let up.

Suddenly, he gripped her hips and after three thrusts, he hit the spot that drove every woman crazy the final time and sent Sabina into a fit of electric spasms as she squealed upon reaching her first, second, and third climax. Her inner walls clenched about Lionel and despite his wishes, he reached his climax and gently collapsed on top of Sabina.

When Sabina descended from Olympus, she took a moment to look at Lionel whose head lay on her chest. He wasn’t asleep; at least not yet. As she studied his face, Sabina couldn’t help but think that no matter how many times Lionel brought her pleasure, she couldn’t understand how he was so good at it. Yes, she taught him somewhat, but as of late, it seemed like he knew what she wanted before she even asked. That scared her a little, but it also made her love him even more. Sabina moved slightly and felt that Lionel was still erect whilst inside her. Although she had just come down from the mountain, she wanted to go back up, so she gently caressed Lionel’s face; rousing him from his half slumber.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Lionel said with a sleepy smile.

“Hi,” she said shyly, despite the fact that she didn’t have a shy bone in her body.

An awkward moment of silence passed and Lionel could tell she wanted something. So he asked, “You want to go another round?”

“Please?” Sabina asked in the most dignified way she could muster; the last thing she wanted was to sound desperate.

Lionel sighed. He was tired, but he did promise to cater to Sabina. However, he also wanted to tease her…just a little bit before he fulfilled her request. So, he asked, “What would you do if I refused?”

“You wouldn’t!” Sabina said, offended that he would even ask such a question.

“…Or would I?” Lionel said with a devilish grin. “I’m kidding, darling. I’d never refuse you. But, tell me: Why should I give you what you want?”

“…You were the one who started it all, Lionel,” she said matter-of-factly. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be begging for another go.

Lionel stopped to think about it. She’s right, he thought. I did wake the beast, so now I must feed her. “Very well, then.” He assumed the position and was about to ask whether she wanted it fast or slow, but stopped himself. Sabina’s words came to his mind: “You don’t always have to ask…” He grabbed Sabina’s legs, placed them at his hips, and she wrapped her legs around him; drawing him closer to her. Then he pushed himself inside and they picked up where they left off. He started out slow and gentle before picking up speed and making Sabina scream.

Sadly, Lionel had forgotten how good it felt to be the source of one’s pleasure. Sabina was clearly lost in the pleasure he was showering her with. It did Lionel good to know that he could keep her coming back for more even though she liked to play hard to get sometimes. He noticed that Sabina’s eyes were squeezed shut and she was leaving marks all over his body as she whispered, moaned, and silently screamed his name. She had never closed her eyes before when they’d been intimate. The only time she had ever closed her eyes was either when they kissed or if she was climaxing. Something didn’t feel right; Lionel couldn’t help but feel like Sabina was making love to someone else in her mind.

No, he thought as he pushed that slanderous thought out of his mind. She loves me…and me alone. Whether or not she was thinking of someone else, he would never know. He just continued to love her all through the night into the early morn until she had fallen asleep in his arms. Before the arms of sleep could envelope him, Lionel managed to place a kiss on Sabina’s forehead. Then he drifted off to sleep and dreamt a pleasant dream; a dream where he, Sabina, and the twins were in a far off land where the mansion and all the memories associated with it was nothing but a memory.

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The next morning, Cyril rose with the sun. He sat up in bed with a groan as he squinted at the pale blue early morning sky through his window. Unfortunately, he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. He woke up several times during the evening, leaving him feeling awful sluggish. But, he had to get up then or else the proper preparations could not be made for his guest he was expecting in a little less than three hours. So, he forced himself out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up for the long day ahead. As he got ready, he couldn’t help but smile a few times as he thought of Sabina and the look he’d see on her face once she saw what he had in store for her.

When Cyril had finished dressing, he gave himself a once-over in the mirror and left the room and began his search for either Mariam or Alfred. He managed to find Alfred first, so he greeted him saying, “Good morning, Alfred.”

“Good morning, sir,” Alfred replied with a smile as he stopped his work. He was relieved to see Cyril looking so cheerful after he looked so dismal the night before. “Did you sleep well?”

“Very. And did you?”

“Yes, I did.” Alfred saw a hint of urgency on Cyril’s face. So, he asked, “What can I do for you this morning, sir?”

“I need you to send for Sabina. Tell her to meet me in the foyer in an hour. I have a surprise for her.”

“Right away, sir.”

“Thank you.” And off Alfred went. He knew that Cyril was expecting a guest that day, but what he couldn’t figure out was who this person was or how they were connected to Sabina.

When he reached Sabina’s room, he knocked and she answered a few moments later. “Good morning, Sabina,” he said with a warm smile.

“Alfred?” Sabina said as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. “What are you doing here? Is Lionel all right?”

“No need to worry. Young Lionel is fine. I come with a message from Cyril.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“It seems that Master Van Tassel has requested that you meet him in the foyer in an hour.”

“Why? What for?” Sabina asked in alarm.

“It’s all right, dear. There’s no need to worry. He has a surprise for you.”

Sabina raised an eyebrow. A-A surprise? she thought. What is he up to, now?

“Will you be there?” Alfred asked, causing Sabina to come back to reality.

“…Y-Yes. Yes, I will.”

“Good. I’ll let the Master know. Goodbye, Sabina.”

“Bye, Alfred.” Then she closed the door and leaned against it as she ran a hand through her hair. She didn’t know what to make of this surprise Cyril had for her let alone, if she’d like it or not. But, then again, it was Cyril; so he would make sure she would like it. The main thing that bothered her was Cyril’s motive. She couldn’t figure out what it was or if he even had one.

I don’t have time to think about this, she thought. I have to get ready. So, she went to the bathroom and showered. When she emerged and began dressing, Lionel began to stir.

He sat up and stretched before looking to his right and seeing Sabina slip a pale blue sundress over her head. “You’re up early,” he said sleepily.

“Good morning, love,” Sabina replied before going to him and giving him a kiss on the lips. When she moved to continue getting ready, Lionel held her in place and proceeded to deepen the kiss. Sabina humored him for a moment then gingerly pushed him away saying, “I’m sorry, but we can’t right now.”

“Why not?” Lionel said playfully as he held her even tighter. “ Do I bore you?”

“No, Lionel. It’s because I have to meet someone…and I don’t want to be late,” she said as she pried his arm from around her and attempted to put her hair in a bun. It didn’t stay, so she tried a ponytail instead.

“Oh?” Lionel asked, raising an eyebrow. “And who might this someone be?”

Sabina huffed as she was getting frustrated with how uncooperative her hair was being as well as the fact that she’d have to tell Lionel the truth. She pulled out her ponytail and let her hair fall into a cascade of honey-blonde waves about her shoulders before turning to Lionel and saying, “It’s Cyril, okay?”

“Sabina,” Lionel began in a tone that indicated he was about to lecture her.

But, Sabina cut him off saying, “He said he has a surprise for me…Or at least that’s what Alfred said he said.

Lionel hated Cyril and everything he stood for with his whole being, but he hated the thought of Sabina being anywhere near him even more; knowing the effect Cyril seemed to have on her. If he was going to let her go, he needed to know the nature of said surprise. “Do you have any idea what this surprise entails?”


“How about a potential motive Cyril may have?”

“No, but-,”

“Then, I’m afraid I can’t let you go.”

“That’s not for you to decide, Lionel! Besides, I already said I’d be there!”

“Sabina, why would you do that?” Lionel exclaimed as he hopped out of bed and crossed the floor to stand with his face only inches from Sabina’s.

Sabina instinctively took a step back, taking in Lionel’s body language and tone of voice; both of which screamed jealousy and passion. She had seen Lionel’s protective side, but never like this; this was protective coupled with fury. She gained the courage to look him in the eyes and asked, “…Why are you acting like this?”

“Because I don’t trust Cyril…Especially around you.”

“Huh…Now, is it him that you don’t trust…Or is it me?”

“I—Sabina—,” he stammered as he tried so desperately to find an answer for her.

“I knew it,” Sabina said with folded arms.

“Sabina, you know what happened the last time you two met. You almost gave in to him!”

“But, I didn’t!” she hissed. “Yes, I came close, but I stopped myself because I love you…Not him. You can trust me, Lionel.” She moved to stroke his cheek, but he pulled away from her. “Lionel, look at me.” He refused. “Look. At. Me…Please?” He reluctantly did so. “Do you remember what I said to you after you completed your training?”

“…No, I don’t believe I do,” he said sarcastically.

Sabina sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she stroked his cheek and said, “Then, let me remind you. I said that you were my one and only lover; the only one who could please me like no other…I meant it then and I still do. Whether or not you believe me is up to you, but I’m still going to see what Cyril has for me.” She went to the mirror to look herself over one last time. After fixing her hair to her liking, she left without another word.

As she went, Sabina couldn’t help but wonder if she had been too harsh with Lionel, but she dismissed the thought, justifying her actions by thinking, All I did was tell him the truth. Besides, he’ll get over it. If he doesn’t believe me, I suppose I’ll just have to work even harder to regain his trust.

When she reached the grand staircase, she took a deep breath and said a prayer of preparation for she had no idea what was waiting for her at the bottom of those stairs. After whispering her “amen,” she descended the stairs and was surprised to see Cyril waiting for her. Once she reached the bottom, Cyril extended his hand and once she took it, he said, “Sabina, darling! I’m so glad you decided to come.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Cyril. You don’t even know if I’ll like your surprise,” Sabina replied matter-of-factly.

“I don’t know, Sabina,” he said with a shrug. “I have a feeling you’ll like this one. Shall we?”

“Please.” With that, Cyril placed her hand on his arm and escorted her to the sitting room; the same one where he sold Hope those many months ago. Sabina hissed in pain and stopped just in front of the threshold as the memories from that night flooded her mind.

“Are you all right?” Cyril asked, his voice full of concern.

She placed a hand to her head as she tried to push the memories back to that dark corner of her mind and stop the throbbing pain that came with them. After a moment or two, the pain left her and she could see straight again. “…Yes,” she panted.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Sabina sniffled. “I’m fine…Thank you.” Then the two entered the sitting room arm-in-arm.

Upon entering  the room, Sabina sensed that they weren’t alone. She looked to her left and confirmed that notion. There in front of the window stood a gentleman with his back toward them. Something about this man seemed familiar, but she wasn’t sure how or why.

“I’m sorry we kept you waiting, Lars,” Cyril said as he released Sabina’s arm.

Sabina’s eyes grew large with both rage and confusion as she wondered why Lars was there.

“It’s all right, Cyril,” Lars replied as he turned to face them. Sabina glared at him, but her expression changed to one of pure surprise once she saw what or who he was holding in his arms. It was little Hope. “I’m not in any rush…Hello again, Sabina.”

She couldn’t speak. Neither could she move despite the urge she had to run to Hope, snatch her away from Lars, and smother her with kisses. Is this…real? thought Sabina as she stood frozen in the threshold. Is this really happening?

“Surprise,” said Cyril as he came along side of Sabina and placed his hand on the small of her back, ushering her toward the center of the room.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” she stammered as she found the strength to speak. Once they were in front of Lars, Sabina reached out to take Hope from him and asked, “M-May I?” Her eyes shifted from Lars to Hope and back.

Lars stole a glance at Cyril who nodded and he gave Hope to Sabina. Once she was in her mother’s arms, Hope babbled with what seemed to be delight. “Oh, sweetheart, how I missed you!” Sabina exclaimed as tears of joy began to flow from her eyes. Then she proceeded to cover Hope’s face with kisses. In response, Hope ran her chubby little hand down her mother’s cheek as if to say: “I missed you, too.”

While the two got reacquainted, Cyril and Lars stood back and sipped some orange juice as they watched the beautiful reunion unfold. This was the happiest either one had ever seen Sabina. Despite the gladsome occasion, much needed to be discussed. Lars, with his eyes never leaving Sabina, leaned over to Cyril and whispered, “She is aware that this is just a visit, correct?”

“…I’m sorry, but no. She doesn’t,” Cyril admitted. Lars frowned at him and he quickly explained, “I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I suggest you do the same and allow her to enjoy her time with her – our daughter.”

Lars opened his mouth to retort, but he decided against it and watched Sabina interact with Daliah. She looked so…happy. More so than what he had imagined. But, why wouldn’t she be happy? he thought. She’s seeing her daughter for the first time in…forever. Thinking back to the moment Sabina first entered the room, he saw the change in her demeanor. She wanted to kill him upon sight, but when she laid eyes on her baby girl, she was overwhelmed with joy. Lars noticed a change in Daliah as well. Although she usually seemed content with Abigail, his wife, Daliah was elated in Sabina’s presence. She was more animated as she smiled, babbled, and such.

As he watched Sabina kiss Daliah’s face, sing to her, and hug her as if she were afraid to lose her, Lars couldn’t help but feel some compassion. He could literally feel the love emanating from Sabina just as well as he could see it and it caused him to think. What a wretched man am I, he thought as he realized the err of his ways upon watching this scene unfold before his eyes. When he purchased Daliah, he had stepped between a mother and her daughter; something that never should have happened. But despite the distance between them, the bond between Sabina and Daliah did not break. What he had originally intended to destroy beat the odds of time and distance. Now, he wanted to redeem himself.

Lars set aside his glass and placed a hand on Cyril’s shoulder, whispering, “May I speak with you in private?”

“Of course.” Cyril finished what was left of his orange juice, put down the glass, and led the way to the foyer, away from Sabina and Hope. Once they were out of earshot, Cyril asked, “What is it you wish to discuss?”

“…It’s Daliah – I mean, Hope. I no longer wish to keep her away from Sabina. After seeing the way she was with her…” He shook his head. “Let’s just say my heart has been touched and I am greatly moved with compassion.”

“…So, are you saying that you wish to return her?”

“Yes, I am.”

“How much do you want?” Cyril asked as he reached for his wallet, but Lars stopped him.

“I don’t want your money, Cyril. I just want Sabina and Hope to be happy.”

Cyril was at a loss for words. He didn’t know how to respond to such a statement. “Th-Thank you, Lars. But, what about Abigail? Has she not grown attached to Hope and adopted her as her own daughter? What will she say?”

Lars cringed at the thought of telling his wife. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” He was sure that once he told her, his life would be required of him. If not, he wagered that no amount of explaining would be enough to appease his wife or convince her to forgive him. Oh, well, he thought before stealing a glance at the sitting room where he saw Sabina pass the threshold as she gently bounced Hope in her arms. “…I ought to be going now.”

“So soon? Don’t you want to stay for a glass of brandy or a game of chess?”

“Tempting, but I have no reason to draw out my stay. I’ve done all that I…didn’t necessarily plan to do. Besides, I think Sabina has seen enough of me already. Once again, it’s been lovely doing business with you, my friend,” Lars said with a smile as he extended his hand.

“Likewise,” Cyril replied, shaking Lars’ hand.

“Take care of them…Especially Sabina; she has the makings of a queen, so don’t deny her any good thing. Do you understand?”

Cyril wasn’t sure what Lars meant by that. He was tempted to ask, but his pride got in the way and he replied, “I understand.” I’ll figure it out, he thought.

“Good. Then, I’ll be off.” Cyril then showed Lars to the door, gave his final word of thanks, and Lars left with his head held high.

Once he closed the door behind him, Cyril let out a huge sigh of relief. That was not something he expected to happen so quickly. Going into that meeting, he had hoped that all would go well, but he didn’t think it would happen the way it did. He was sorry for doubting. He inwardly rejoiced knowing that his prayer was answered. So, he adjusted his jacket then walked into the sitting room with his hands behind his back. There, he found Sabina sitting on the sofa gazing lovingly at her daughter.

“Are you enjoying your surprise?” Cyril asked as he strolled behind the sofa and rested his hands on it as he gazed down at a happy Hope.

“Oh, yes. I am,” Sabina said, her eyes never leaving Hope’s face. “How did you-,”

“All it took was a phone call; not hard at all.”

“Well, I thank you,” Sabina said as she turned to look at Cyril. “I needed this.”

“Anything for you, love,” Cyril said with a smile.

Sabina then looked around the room and felt something was amiss. “Where’s Lars? I figured he’d be here watching me like a hawk.”

“He had to step out.”

“Oh? When will he be back?” Sabina asked, turning her attention back to Hope.

“He won’t.”

Sabina froze. Did she hear him correctly? She turned her whole body around so she could see Cyril completely. “What did you say?”

“I said that he won’t be back,” Cyril said as he circled around to sit on the coffee table in front of Sabina. “At least not until I invite him or he decides to pop in.”

Sabina stared at him blankly. “…I-I’m sorry, Cyril. But, what exactly are you saying?”

“Hope is yours again to raise.”

Sabina sat in silence as she let those words sink in. “Really?” she choked.


“…You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“Sabina, I wouldn’t lie about something like this…I can be cruel, but not that cruel.”

Sabina stifled a sob, but she couldn’t contain her tears for long knowing that her daughter was hers again. She was so overwhelmed with joy that all she could do was cry. Cyril did not move to embrace her as she celebrated in the only way she could. He sat back and watched the fruit of his labor begin to bloom. This moment was one he would cherish forever; seeing Sabina so happy that she was in tears. That is how he wanted to remember her.

When Sabina couldn’t find the strength to cry anymore and wiped away her tears some few minutes later, she kissed Hope’s forehead then looked at Cyril and choked, “How can I ever repay you?”

“Your words are more than enough, Sabina,” Cyril replied.

“But, there has to be something I can-,”

“Sabina,” Cyril said in that gentle yet authoritative tone of his and she stopped. “If you want to thank me, all I ask is that you raise our children right. That would be the best thanks that I could ever receive.”

“…I will. I-I have to tell Mariam and everyone.”

“Do what you will.”

“Thank you, Cyril. Thank you.” She rose to her feet and all but ran for the stairs, but she stopped short of the threshold. Then she turned on her heel and came to stand in front of Cyril again. Before he had a chance to ask what she wanted, she had kissed him on the cheek. Then she left him in the sitting room to go tell everyone the good news.

After recovering from Sabina’s sudden display of gratitude and possibly affection, Cyril stood to his feet and made his way to his office to pour himself that celebratory glass of brandy he had promised himself the day before. He earned it.

Sabina ran as fast as her feet could carry her, being careful not to drop Hope. On her way to Mariam’s room, she ran into Alfred who said, “Hello again, Sabina.” Then he noticed Hope and said, “Hello, little one. Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“I was on my way to Mariam’s to tell her the news.”

“What news?” Alfred asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Lars returned Hope today,” Sabina replied, beaming.

“Lars…Lars.” Who was that again? Alfred thought.

“He was the man who bought Hope…and my former master.”

“That’s wonderful!” Alfred exclaimed. “I’m sure Mariam will be overjoyed. I’m glad that everything has been made right.”

“Me, too,” Sabina said as she looked down at Hope lovingly.

“Well, I must be off now. I have some work that needs to be taken care of. Have a good day, Sabina.”

“Thanks. You, too.” Then Alfred began to walk away. Sabina called after him, “Do you know if Mariam is in her room?”

“She should be,” Alfred called over his shoulder.

“Alright, then. Thank you!"

“You’re welcome!”

Then Sabina made her way to Mariam’s room. Once she reached the door, she rapped on it twice.

“Come in!” she heard Mariam sing and she did. Upon seeing Sabina, Mariam said, “Ah, Sabina what lovely-,” She stopped as soon as her eyes fell on the bundle Sabina held in her arms. “Is that…?”

“Yes, Mariam.”

“But, how?”

“Lars just returned her…I think he was somehow moved to compassion.”

“Oh, thank God! I thought I’d never see this precious little girl again!” she all but sobbed as she came closer. “May I?”

“Yes, but only for a little while. I still have to tell Lionel.”

“Very well, then.” Mariam took Hope from Sabina and cradled her like she used to for old time’s sake. Unbeknownst to Sabina, Mariam had adopted the twins as her own grandchildren. When Hope was sold, she felt as if part of her heart was torn from her chest. Now that she was holding Hope again, she felt as if the part of her heart that was torn away was now mended. As hard as it was to give her back to her mother, Mariam did so knowing that there would be other times to hold her adopted granddaughter.

“Well, I suggest you ought to go tell Lionel the good news before I start rambling,” Mariam said with a cheerful smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” Sabina replied with a nod of her head. “I’ll see you later?”

“I’ll be here, darling. Just be sure to knock before you come in, hear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Then Sabina left and went down the hallway to her bedroom. She took a deep breath as she prepared for the onslaught of bear hugs, kisses, and the like. She looked down at Hope who looked up at her with a look that seemed to say: “What’re you waiting for?” Yep. This is my daughter, thought Sabina. “Well…time for you to go see daddy,” she whispered. Then she went inside.

Once inside the room, Sabina didn’t see Lionel. She called out his name, but received no answer. Then she checked the bathroom and he wasn’t there. So, she checked the balcony where she found him, looking out over the plains. He seemed to be deep in thought and Sabina hated to interrupt, but she just had to tell him the good news. “Lionel,” she said as she came up behind him.

“Back already?” he asked without turning to greet her. “What did Cyril have in store for you this time?”

Sabina smirked as she thought about how his face would look in the next few seconds. “Why don’t you turn around and see for yourself?”

Lionel’s ears perked up upon hearing the playfulness in Sabina’s challenge. He turned his head slightly, but he couldn’t see what Sabina wanted to show him. So, he turned around with a sigh, not knowing what to expect. The surprise could have been anything; expensive jewelry, a new wardrobe, or even an exotic pet. Nevertheless, Lionel’s heart was not prepared when he saw baby Hope smiling up at him as she reached out to him, wanting to be picked up.

Sabina watched Lionel with a smirk on her face. She knew that he wasn’t expecting this as a surprise. It saddened her that he expected the worst case scenario whenever something involved Cyril. But, she couldn’t completely blame him for his opinion because neither of them had the best history with Cyril; they both suffered differently, but they still suffered at his hands. Despite all the damage that had been done, getting Hope back was the one thing they both could agree that Cyril had done right.

“I believe your daughter wants you to pick her up,” Sabina said matter-of-factly, bringing Lionel out of his daze.

“Oh, yes.” He cleared his throat. “Of course.” Then he took Hope from Sabina and held her as not to squeeze her too tight. “Hello, sweetheart. Long time, no see.”

Sabina smiled as she watched the two carry on. Hope was just as animated as she was when she was holding her. She must have missed him terribly, she thought. As she watched Lionel interact with Hope, Sabina couldn’t help but notice how stiff he was while holding her. This prompted her to say, “You’re holding her like a priceless vase.”

“Well, she is awfully precious, don’t you think?”

Touché. Shall we go back inside?”

“You go ahead. We’ll be there in a minute.”

“Okay,” Sabina said with a shrug before turning to head back inside. Before she went in, she looked over her shoulder to see Lionel smiling down at her baby girl. She could’ve sworn she saw a single tear fall from his eye, but when she looked again, there was no tearstain on his cheek. She smiled to herself and went back inside to leave Lionel with Hope.

As he looked down at Hope, Lionel couldn’t help but smile as he fought to keep himself from crying. He was just so glad to have her in his arms one more time. He remembered when Sabina told him that she had been sold. It was as if he had been stabbed with a knife. Then when he found out that Faye was behind all of it, it was like the same knife had been twisted within the wound. He had felt that he had also lost a daughter that day even though she was not his biological child. But now that she was back in his arms, all of the pain he’d experienced when he lost her was replaced with joy.

“I know you’re probably too young to understand me,” he said with a smile, “but Daddy wants you to know that he loves you. I love you so much that I would do anything – and I mean anything for you and your brother. Welcome home, sweetheart.” He kissed her on the forehead then he made his way inside.


Cyril was in his office savoring his celebratory glass of brandy. Yes, it was still early in the day, but did he care? Not at all. He sat behind his desk and thought about all the events of that morning. He was pleased with how things turned out. The look on Sabina’s face when she saw Hope was worth it. She was worth it. Then the point Lars made came to his mind. He had said: ‘Sabina has the makings of a queen, so don’t deny her any good thing.’ ‘Don’t deny her any good thing’? he thought. What does that even mean?

His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. Cyril groaned in annoyance. He had stolen away to his office for some privacy, but he supposed that some people can’t take a hint. He considered taking the intruder to the dungeon, depending on who it was. But, he decided against it. He also considered ignoring them all together. That didn’t work because the knocks only became more persistent; like the intruder knew he was in there. “Enter,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“You’re lucky I have the decency to knock,” Faye spat as she stormed into the room, slamming the door behind her.

Oh, god, Cyril thought as he closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Good afternoon to you too, Faye. What can I do for-,”

“What is this I hear about Hope getting returned?” she demanded upon reaching Cyril’s desk. Cyril didn’t answer her. “I asked you a question, Cyril!”

Cyril couldn’t help but stare at her in disbelief. Was she really getting upset about good news like this? “Lars returned Hope today. What’s the problem?”

“What’s the problem? Cyril, he bought her from you with the intent of keeping her. Then all of a sudden, he just decides to give her back? That’s not honoring the contract.”

“I’m not concerned about whether or not the contract was honored!” Cyril snapped. “I’m more concerned about you. What is your problem? You should be happy that Sabina was reunited with Hope, not running around demanding why it happened.”

“She doesn’t deserve to be happy after what she’s done!”

Cyril gave her a look that said: ‘We’ve been over this.’ But, he had to ask, “What has she done, Faye?”

“She’s rejected you countless times and has been more of a liability rather than an asset.”

“Oh?” Cyril said as he raised an eyebrow. “If Sabina is a liability…then, what would that make you?”

Faye’s eyes grew large upon hearing him say such a thing. “W-What do you mean? I’ve done nothing but love you and-,”

“That may be true, but what is the motive behind all this…‘love’? Do you love me for love’s sake or for some ulterior motive?”

“Cyril, I love you. You know this!” Faye felt insulted that he would dare question her loyalty after all they’d been through. “If I didn’t love you, I-,”

“What? Never would have let me have my way with you all those times? Ran away from home? Allowed yourself to get pregnant? Please,” he scoffed before taking another sip of his brandy. “I ask you again: What is your motive?”

“I-I don’t understand…Why are you questioning me?”

“What is your motive?” Cyril asked evenly.

“After all we’ve been through…”

He refused to give in to her pathetic attempt to get some sympathy. So, he asked again, “What is your motive, Faye?”

“I’m pregnant for god’s sake, Cyril!”

“What is your motive, Faye?” Cyril shouted, having reached the end of his rope; causing Faye to flinch.

Faye looked as if she were about to cry. She looked at Cyril, seeking sympathy, but he would have none of it. He kept a straight face despite her attempts. “I love you, Cyril,” she choked. “I love you for you and you alone.”

Still, she lies, he thought as he sat in silence, making Faye squirm as she awaited him to speak. “…You love me?” he said after a long intense pause.

“Yes,” Faye replied as she placed her hands on the desk and leaned forward, relieved to hear his voice.

Cyril looked her up and down. “Do you really love me?”

“Yes. More than life itself.”

“Hm…Why is it that I’m not convinced?”

“W-What do I need to do to convince you?”

“It’s not what you need to do, Faye. It’s actually what you’ve done that proves to me that you don’t love me the way you say you do.” Faye opened her mouth to retort, but Cyril cut her off saying, “If you truly loved me, then why did you use me as a means to hurt someone else?”

Faye chuckled nervously. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play coy, Faye. It’s not becoming of a girl like you. Why did you use me to hurt Sabina then stand back and allow me to take the blame for your dirty work? That doesn’t sound like love to me.”

“But, Cy-,”

“Then to go behind my back and fuck my butler? Unforgivable.”

“You knew-?!” Faye gasped.

“Of course, I knew. Alfred told me everything…How you threatened to tell me that he raped you, how much more you loved his cock than mine, and the list goes on. All the way down to the last detail.” He saw Faye’s face grow redder and redder with each passing second. He swore she’d start crying any minute because of the humiliation. Cyril paused as he considered whether or not to share the next piece of information. Why not? “Oh, I should also have you know that you weren’t his first.” Faye’s jaw hit the floor. “Alfred was sixteen when he lost his virginity.”

Faye was a wreck. Cyril had destroyed her in a matter of minutes. She thought she had him fooled all this time when in fact, he was the one who had her fooled. She felt so ashamed. “C-Cyril…Why? Why are you so cruel?”

“Simple,” he replied coolly. “You and people like you bring that side out of me.”

“But, I’m-,”

“A liar, whore, and manipulator who has betrayed my trust.”

“I’m sorry, Cyril,” she choked as she bowed her forehead to the desk.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re not sorry yet,” Cyril said as he put his feet up on the desk.

“What must I do to regain your trust, Master? I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Anything I ask?”

Anything,” she sniffled as she gently placed her hands on Cyril’s boot. “I-I’ll lick your boots, let you do whatever you want to do to me wherever and whenever, and-,”

Cyril looked her over and said, “Alright, Faye. I’ll take you up on your offer.” Faye sighed in relief. “My first order is for you to get out of my office, go to your room, and don’t come out until I figure out what to do with you.”

“Y-Yes, Master,” she said quietly with a bowed head. Then she left more humble than what she had come in.

Whatever shall I do with her now? thought Cyril. I can’t send her back to her father because it would bring even more shame to his household. I could give her back to Bernard, but he was more than happy to get her off his hands. So, I doubt he’d be willing to take her back. Cyril sighed as he weighed his options, which were very few. All seemed suitable, but he was very careful when it came to others’ reputations. Especially in situations like this where the relatives and close friends had nothing to do with the person at fault’s actions.

Cyril wanted his judgment to be swift, but he also wanted to be fair. In order for that to be so, he concluded that he would need more time to weigh all of his options or come up with an even better one. He rested his head on the back of his seat and presumed that the answer would come to him later. But in that moment, he decided to enjoy the pleasures he still had left to call his own; his solitude, dignity, and his endless supply of brandy. Cyril smiled to himself as he sat in silence, taking in the peace and quiet. I better enjoy this while it lasts, he thought with a sigh. Because it’ll disappear just as fast as it came. He raised his glass and said, “Cheers.” Then he downed it all in one gulp.
Broken: Chapter 33
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Two weeks passed after Cyril’s failed attempt to buy Hope back from Lars. During that time, he had put some distance between himself and Faye despite the news of her pregnancy and had drawn nearer to Sabina, who established her boundaries, which Cyril respected. After much thought and meditation, he got the courage to try again; only this time, he changed his tactic from the commanding businesslike approach to a more humble one. Although he hated being inferior let alone, acting like it, he was more than willing to do so in order to get what he wanted.

After his exchange, Cyril sat at his desk in silence as he replayed the conversation over the phone in his mind. A smile came to his face as he remembered placing the phone back on its receiver. He’d done well. Or so he thought; he had put on a good show, kept his composure, and fed into his opponent’s ego. Phase one complete, he thought. He got up and walked to the cupboard, which held his drink of choice to pour himself a celebratory glass.

His hand was but an inch from the door when he stopped. It was too early in the day and although he had completed the first part of his plan, he had yet to complete the second. So, he decided that he wouldn’t drink until the second phase was complete. In the mean time, he decided that a trip into town wouldn’t hurt. But, he wanted someone to accompany him. Who better than Alfred? he thought. So, he went to find his good friend. He’d searched everywhere he could possibly be, but found no sign of him. So, Cyril went to the only other person who would know where Alfred was: Mariam.

Cyril knocked on the door and received no answer. He knocked once more and again there was no answer. Then he turned the doorknob and the door opened. He poked his head in the door and said, “Mariam? Are you here?”

“Yes!” she sang from another room. “I’ll be out in a minute!”

Cyril entered the room and closed the door behind him before sitting at the small table and taking in his surroundings as he waited. He had only been in Mariam’s room a few times before; usually for when he needed to escape or hide from certain individuals. He found this space to be quite peaceful with the cool blues, earthy greens, and the calming scent of lavender in the air.

Suddenly, Mariam emerged from the bathroom wearing a black satin chemise with a matching floor length robe. “What took you so long, Alfr—Cyril!” She cried upon seeing Cyril instead of Alfred and closing her robe. “M-Master Van Tassel…What are you doing here?”

“Mariam,” Cyril said with a nod. “I assume that you were expecting someone else?”

“Why, yes,” she admitted, looking down.

“There’s no need to be ashamed,” Cyril said as he rose to his feet and walked toward her. “I understand how you feel.”

Mariam’s head snapped up. “Y-You do?”

“Of course. I understand that women have needs, desires, and fantasies, much like we men do. And it looks like Alfred is yours to fulfill those needs. Am I right?”

“Yes, sir,” she said looking down again.

“Speaking of Alfred, would you happen to know where he is?”

“He was supposed to be coming to see me around this time. He might be running late. May I ask why you’re looking for him?”

“Because I’m thinking about taking a trip into town and I’d like some company.”

“Why not take Sabina? I’m sure she’d love to go-,”

“Sabina and I aren’t exactly on good terms, Mariam. Thank you, though.”

There came a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” asked Mariam.

“It is I, my love! May I come in?”

“It’s open.”

Alfred entered the room and froze upon seeing Mariam standing in her robe beside Cyril. He wasn’t sure what to make of this picture.

“It’s alright, Alfred,” said Cyril. “I only came here to look for you and this is what I found.”

“It’s true, Alfred, darling. I came out thinking it was you and it was Master Van Tassel instead.”

“A-Alright,” Alfred said with a sigh of relief. “H-How can I help you, sir?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to join me on a trip into town, but it appears that you had other plans,” Cyril said, looking at Mariam out of the corner of his eye.

Alfred looked from Cyril to Mariam and back. He wasn’t sure whether he could decline Cyril’s offer or if this was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“You should go, Alfred,” Mariam suggested. Both Cyril and Alfred looked at her in surprise.

“But, Mar-,” Alfred managed.

“Go have some fun. Besides, when was the last time you’ve been to town?”

“I-It’s been a while.”

“Then, it’s decided!” Cyril exclaimed, clapping Alfred on the back. “We won’t be leaving until sunset, my friend. So, whatever you were going to do, do it quickly. Meet me in the foyer at six o’clock!” With that, Cyril was gone.

Both Alfred and Mariam stared at the door in silence. Then he turned to her and said, “Mariam, why’d you do that? I didn’t want to go to town! I wanted to spend the rest of my day with you!”

“I’m sorry, love. It—It just slipped out. But, you haven’t been to town in a long time and you’re overdue. You need some time to relax; put your feet up and indulge in a few glasses of scotch, brandy, or some other strong drink,” she said as she played with the buttons on his shirt.

“But, I-,”

“Just go and have a good time with Master Van Tassel.”

“Fine,” Alfred said begrudgingly. “I’ll go, but I doubt that I’ll enjoy it.”

“Just see where the night takes you, love.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Alfred feared where the night would take him and his master. He didn’t look forward to babysitting Cyril who had a tendency to drink too much and get into all kinds of trouble. Whether it was fighting, molesting women, or even passing out, Cyril had done just about everything. Fortunately for him, Alfred was there to either smooth things over before they got out of hand or pick up the pieces once the damage was done. Either way, he hated it.

“And why are you so eager to get rid of me, hm?” Alfred asked, seizing her wrists and pulling her closer to him.

“I-I’m not,” Mariam stammered.

Alfred raised a knowing eyebrow.

“Honest!” she insisted. He didn’t look convinced. “For god’s sake, Alfred. When have I ever been one to push you out of the window or door?”

He gave her a once-over, looking for any telltale signs that she could be lying. He found none. “Okay, I believe you.” He loosened his grip on her wrists and came to hold her hands instead. “Master Van Tassel said we weren’t leaving until six, correct?”

“Yes, that’s right. Why?”

“It’s only a little past two,” he said bringing her hands to his lips and kissing her knuckles. “…What do you suggest we do between now and then?” He gave her a mischievous look that sent shivers down her spine.

She knew exactly what he wanted to do. “We might as well since that is what you came for.”

Alfred let his hands slither down to her hips and he pulled her closer to him.“I’m glad you see things my way,” he said with a smile.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Mariam replied in a sultry tone of voice. “Now, kiss me before I change my mind.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Alfred leaned down and kissed Mariam softly. He could tell she wanted more, but he wanted to make her wait. Unfortunately, Mariam wasn’t going to wait. She began to bite his lower lip, knowing that it was one of Alfred’s weaknesses. But, Alfred refused to give in. When Mariam figured out that her plan wasn’t working, she grabbed the back of his head, thrust her tongue into his mouth, and began to fence his tongue in a battle for dominance.

Alfred loved a woman who took the lead, but he also liked to have some level of control in which he could keep her on edge; make her wait and have her begging for more once he hit his mark. Mariam wasn’t having it. Although it hadn’t been long since their last meeting, Mariam seemed more desperate than ever before. She usually liked to take her time and savor the moment, but now she seemed to be in a rush; nearly tearing off his clothes. Alfred backed her up against the wall and pinned her hands on either side of her head before breaking the kiss and meeting her questioning gaze with an intense stare.

“Why’d you stop?” Mariam whined.

“You seem…like you’re rushing.”

Mariam rolled her eyes and said, “Of course I’m rushing! We don’t have much time as it is!”

“Darling, I’m leaving at six. That gives me roughly three and a half hours to do whatever I want with you and to you…That’s more than enough time. So, let’s take our time and enjoy this.”

“…Okay,” Mariam breathed as she looked him up and down. “Give me a reason to want you the very moment you return.”

“I’ll do one better,” he said with a smirk as he leaned in and began to kiss her neck ever so softly.

“Oh? And what’s that?” she asked, tilting her head to the side to give him more access, but he made a path downwards as he slowly sank to his knees before her.

“I’ll make you want me…every second…every minute…and every hour…of each day…for as long…as we both shall live,” he said between kisses until he finally got to his knees.

Once his knees hit the ground, he slid his hands up Mariam’s legs until they reached her hips where he felt the lace of her panties. Then he hooked his fingers in the hem and pulled them down. Once Mariam had stepped out of them, Alfred spread her legs and planted a sloppy wet kiss on her sex, eliciting a gasp from Mariam. She had never experienced anything like it before. Although it was odd, somehow, she found herself wanting more. She placed a hand on his head and he took it as permission to continue, which he did.

A minute passed and Alfred already had her mewling and babbling incoherently as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Mariam did her best to stifle her moans out of fear that Cyril or someone was listening, but the thought of having someone listen aroused her even more. Suddenly, Alfred started to suck on her love button and Mariam threw back her head and voiced her pleasure as she reached her first climax; not caring who heard.

Alfred didn’t give her time to recover, he continued to lick, kiss, and suck all while Mariam continued to scream, moan, and sigh his praises. To her, this felt amazing. She had never felt so alive. Alfred had brought her to life again; he’d awakened a desire inside of her that she never thought possible and he was able to give her pleasure unlike any other. About two climaxes later, she decided to stop him.

“A-Alfred,” she moaned, gripping his shoulders.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“S-S-Stop,” she choked as she fought the urge to find her release.

“What?” he said coyly as he deliberately failed to cease the delicious torture.

“I-I need you to stop, now. I-I don’t want to…spend all our time doing…this! I want you…inside. P-Please?” she asked, looking down at him with pleading eyes.

Alfred contemplated her request without stopping. He looked up at Mariam and saw the conflict in her eyes. He couldn’t tell whether she was telling him to stop or proceed with her gaze even though her lips had just asked him to stop. He didn’t want to be mean, so he stopped, but only after flicking his tongue three more times; making Mariam’s knees buckle and her hips buck with every stroke. Then he stood up and Mariam let her hands fall to his chest as she trembled violently.

“Don’t ever…do that…again,” she said between pants. Once she was able to catch her breath, she grabbed Alfred by the hand and led him to the bedroom saying, “Come. We haven’t much time.”

“We have plenty of time, love,” Alfred insisted as they entered the room.

“Shut up and please me.” She pushed him onto the bed and slammed the door shut.

Two hours later…

Alfred came out of the bathroom, surrounded by a cloud of steam. He’d just taken a long, hot shower after his marathon with Mariam. He had no idea that she could last for so long, but he wasn’t complaining. He ventured into the bedroom to get dressed while Mariam lay asleep.

When he entered the room, she woke up. “Alfred, come back to bed,” she said sleepily as she propped herself up on her elbow.

“I’d love to, darling, but I have to go meet Master Van Tassel,” he replied, putting on a fresh pair of pants that Mariam had tailored for him not too long before.

“Do you have to? Because technically, you did not agree to accompany him…”

“…No, I don’t have to, but I want to. Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve been to town for leisure. You said so yourself.”

“Yes, but I don’t want you to go.”

“Oh? And why is that?” he asked despite the fact that he already knew the answer to his rhetorical question.

Mariam looked away as she traced the embroidery on her sheet with her finger.

Alfred came and sat next to her on the bed and said, “Why don’t you want me to go, love?”

“Because I—You—Because I don’t want to lose you to some…younger girl,” she finished, her voice no louder than a mumble.

Alfred was taken aback by this. I didn’t see that coming, he thought. “Mariam, we’ve been over this,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Every younger girl I’ve ever encountered has been nothing but trouble. Besides, I’ll be too busy looking after the Master to even care if a young lady takes notice of me.” Mariam didn’t look convinced. “I’ll come to you upon my return.”

“Promise?” Mariam asked as she looked up at him with big doe eyes.

“You have my word.” Alfred sealed it with a kiss and said, “Then, we can pick up where we left off.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she purred.

“Goodbye, my love.”


Alfred grabbed his coat and left the room, making his way to the foyer. There, he found Cyril waiting; dressed in an all black fitted three piece suit with a black cape that was held about his neck by a golden clasp.

Cyril fished his pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it. Then he closed it and put it back in place. “Alfred, you made it with a minute to spare,” he said with a smile.

“I’ve never been one to be late, sir.”

“True…I trust that Mariam is taken care of, yes?”

“I-I…Um…Yes, sir,” Alfred stammered as he began to blush. He was not one to discuss any intimate details of his romantic relationships publicly.

Cyril realized his error and quickly apologized saying, “Oh, I’m sorry, Alfred. How rude of me. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

“I-It’s alright, sir. I don’t like to talk about my relationships in public.”

“Understood. Shall we, my good friend?” Cyril said as he turned toward the double doors.

“Lead the way, sir,” Alfred said with a smile.

“Come. A night full of debauchery awaits!” Cyril draped his cape across his chest and the two left the mansion, hopped into the waiting car, and were driven into the night.

They soon arrived at the Black Swan, an exclusive tavern that Cyril often frequented. Upon entry, the doorman took their coats and the two found themselves a table not too far from the stage so they’d have a decent view come time for the show. However, Alfred made sure to sit facing both the stage and the exit just in case he and Cyril had to make a quick exit.

As they waited for the show to begin, they both took a moment to assess their surroundings. At the time, they were the only two customers inside the tavern besides the doorman and bartender, who made themselves busy making last minute preparations for the night. Since that was the case, Cyril decided to order himself and Alfred a drink. So, he made his way over to the bar.

The bartender saw him coming, placed his hands on his hips, and said, “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!”

“Hello, John.”

“It’s been a long time, my friend. How are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you. How about yourself?”

“I’m doing well; can’t complain,” John replied with a smile. He was a short, stout man with brown hair, brown eyes, and a winning smile. He was a genuinely sweet soul who could talk to anyone and become their friend within minutes. Although most people would assume an owner of a tavern to be snobbish and proud, John wasn’t like that at all. He was down-to-earth and showed kindness to everyone regardless of age, race, gender, or status.

That is one quality that Cyril was working to perfect. “Glad to hear that you’re doing well, my friend,” he replied. “How’s the wife?”

“She’s fine and very, very pregnant.”


“Oh, yes. She’s due any day now, I’d say.”

“C-Congratulations,” Cyril said as he made a weak attempt to smile as his thoughts wandered to Hope.

“Thank you, thank you.”

“Now, will this be your…second?”


“Oh…Then, you’ll be fine.”

“I hope so. Enough talk about me, now. Let me get you a drink. What’ll you have?”

“The usual for me and a pint of spiced rum for my friend over there,” Cyril said as he jerked his head in Alfred’s direction.

“Coming right up.” John immediately whipped up their drinks. When he saw Cyril reach for his wallet, he said, “Don’t worry about paying, Cyril. Tonight, your drinks are on the house.”

“Are you sure, John? I mean, it’s the least I can do since I haven’t been here in so long…”

John sighed and shook his head. “Cyril, you of all people should know better. When a friend offers to pay for your drink, you are not to question him. Neither are you to refuse his offer.”

“Very well then, John,” Cyril said as he took the drinks. “Thank you.”

“Any time, friend. Any time.” Cyril nodded then returned to his seat.

A few minutes after he sat down, more patrons started to enter the tavern and find some seats. Alfred and Cyril watched the men as they entered. Neither saw any familiar faces amongst the gentlemen who filed into the tavern. So, they just continued to nurse their drinks and chat until the show began.

At the stroke of eight, John got on stage and a hush fell over the crowd. “Good evening, gentlemen. I hope you all are having a good evening thus far, but I must inform you that your night is about to get even better. Tonight, you are in for a very special treat. Our very own Black Swans have prepared a little…swan song for you, which I’m sure you’ll enjoy. So please sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”

As John got off stage, the band began to play a slow, soothing tune. Then the curtains rose and there stood four young ladies in their early to mid-twenties singing a sweet melody in unison. There were two brunettes, one blonde, and a redhead. They all wore matching black form-fitting gowns, white opera gloves, and single diamond pendants with matching earrings.

They crooned a song about tragic love. It told the story of a poor suitor who promised his young naïve lover the sun, moon, and stars; swore that he would love her until the end of time, but he left her for another woman. The lyrics, melody, and harmonies of the song were so rich and powerful that the song could melt the ice encasing a heart that had waxed cold.

Cyril couldn’t help but smile when the one brunette sang her solo in the piece. She had a beautiful alto voice and her appearance surpassed the beauty of her voice. She looked much like Sabina, save her hair color and slightly darker complexion. Halfway through her solo, she looked over at Cyril and their eyes locked. His icy blue met her sultry brown.

He saw her eyes grow large, but she continued to sing without faltering. Then she quickly looked away and made eyes at the redhead who then made a questioning face as she continued to ‘oh’ and ‘ah’. The brunette didn’t look over at Cyril again for the rest of the song.

When the song ended, the tavern erupted with applause; many of the patrons stood to their feet as they cheered and whistled. The Black Swans smiled and curtsied then the curtain fell. Some of the men didn’t take this so well. They wanted to hear more from the beautiful songstresses. John quickly got back on stage and explained that the ladies would be back in a little while. They needed time to rest their voices. Luckily, that was enough to calm the crowd.

Unbeknownst to Cyril, Alfred had been watching him rather closely during the performance. He had seen everything: Cyril’s smile when the brunette began to sing, the moment they made eye contact, and her reaction after that. Being the brilliant man he was, Alfred put two and two together. So, he decided to be direct and said, “Sir?”

“Yes, Alfred?” Cyril replied after taking a sip of his brandy.

“Do you know that young woman?”

Cyril looked confused. “What?”

“The young woman who sang the solo…Do you know her?”

Before he could reply, Cyril was hugged tightly from behind by an unknown individual. Alfred looked at this person and confirmed his assumption. I knew it, he thought.

“Cyril!” said person exclaimed excitedly. She leaned down and rested her chin on Cyril’s shoulder. “I can’t believe it’s you!”

“It’s good to see you, too, Ana,” Cyril replied with a smile. Ana then released him and came to sit in his lap. “You sang beautifully.”

“Thank you, thank you.” She turned her attention to Alfred and said, “Now, who’s this handsome gentleman?”

“This would be my friend, Alfred. Alfred, this is Ana.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Alfred said as he extended his hand.

“Likewise,” Ana replied, shaking his hand. “My goodness, Cyril. It’s been so long! Where have you been? I’ve missed you!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had the time for leisure,” Cyril replied, tickling her chin.

Ana wasn’t impressed, but she nestled closer to him regardless. “Well, I’m glad that you’re here now.”

“Me, too.”

Alfred sat back and watched the two and couldn’t help but wonder how they knew each other. He had an idea, but he wasn’t sure. “I hope you don’t mind me asking…but, how do you know each other? Better yet, how did you meet?”

“Well,” Ana began, “we-,”

“It’s a long, long story Alfred. Perhaps I can tell you some other time.”

“You can always condense it,” Ana said.

“Not now, sweetheart.” In all honesty, Cyril had no real intention of telling Alfred how they met. It was too scandalous; even for Cyril, a man who had done almost every sordid deed a man of his caliber could possibly do.

“Fine,” she pouted. Just then, she saw her friend and called, “Jiselle, come over here! I have someone I’d like you to meet!”

Then came the redhead of the Black Swans. She had bright green eyes and plenty of barely visible freckles that dotted her cheeks. She was just as beautiful as Ana, but unlike her, she was more reserved and had an air of mystery about her despite her exotic appearance.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure of being called over here?” Jiselle asked in a sweet soft voice once she reached the table.

“The pleasure is all mine,” said Cyril as he took her hand and kissed it, his eyes never leaving hers.

“A-A-And you are?” she stuttered as she tried her best not to swoon.

“This is Lord Cyril Van Tassel and this is his friend, Alfred,” Ana said smiling at Cyril fondly before politely gesturing to Alfred who sat in silence.

“I’m pleased to meet you,” said Alfred as he extended his hand to Jiselle.

“Likewise,” she replied, taking his hand and shaking it. Although she was still swooning over Cyril, Jiselle found herself to be quite taken with this…Alfred. She wanted to know more about him. “Do you come here often?” she asked as she came to stand behind Alfred and massage his shoulders.

“I-I don’t, but the Master has been here many a times,” Alfred stammered. Clearly, he was uncomfortable by this strange woman’s touch, but she couldn’t take a hint.

“Maybe you should change that,” said Ana who threw a knowing glance at Jiselle who smiled back at her.

Jiselle felt Alfred stiffen up. “What’s the matter? You seem a little…tense.”

Alfred gave Cyril a look that said: “Help me.”

As much as he wanted his friend to loosen up a little, it was obvious that it wasn’t going to happen any time soon, so he helped poor Alfred. He cleared his throat and said, “I’m sorry Jiselle, but my friend is happily taken. He has a lovely lady waiting for him back at home.”

“Is that so?” she asked, ceasing her massage.

“Yes, it is,” said Alfred, relieved to be free of her touch.

“Pity…” Jiselle took a seat in the chair beside Alfred. “Oh, well…Whoever she is, she is one lucky woman.” She happened to look up and see another Black Swan gesturing for her to come on. “Come on, Ana. We have to get ready for the next number.”

“Already? Fine,” she huffed as she reluctantly tore herself away from Cyril. “Cyril, darling, you have to come by more often.”

“I can’t make any promises, sweetheart,” he said with a shrug.

“Why not? Are you ‘happily taken’, too?” He didn’t answer her. “…Oh, n-,”

“Come on, Ana!” Jiselle exclaimed as she grabbed Ana by the hand pulled her in the direction of the backstage door.

“This conversation isn’t over, Cyril!” Ana screamed at Cyril who simply waved at her with a smug smile.

Once the women were gone from sight, Alfred leaned over and said, “Thank you for saving me, sir.”

“You’re welcome, Alfred.”

“Now, would you mind if I saved you? Shall we leave while we can?”

Cyril chuckled at Alfred’s offer. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind a taste of the wrath of Ana. He hadn’t had a healthy dose in a very long time and he missed it. “No. Let’s stay for a little while.”

Alfred looked at Cyril like he was crazy. “Are you sure, sir? What about-,”

“Don’t worry, Alfred. I’ll be perfectly fine when she comes to execute her wrath. I’ll let her rant…Besides, it’s rather cute.”

“Very well, sir. Very well.” I hope Mariam doesn’t wait up for me, he thought.

The two stayed and had a few drinks, enjoyed the many swan songs , told a few jokes, and played some cards with some gentlemen who came to sit at their table. They enjoyed every moment of it. At the end of the night, Alfred was both happy and surprised at the fact that Cyril hadn’t gotten into a single fight the entire evening and he was still sober. Alfred was impressed. Mariam would be proud, he thought as he smiled at Cyril who was too busy socializing to notice.

When he finally had Cyril’s attention, he was snatched away by Ana who led him off to some unknown location. All before Alfred could ask if he was ready to go.

“Alright, then,” Alfred said with a sigh as he rose to his feet. “I’ll just wait in the car.” Then he got his coat from the doorman and went to the car where their chauffeur, Peter, struck up a conversation with him and Alfred gladly relayed all the night’s events to him.

Meanwhile, Ana and Cyril stole away to the storage room in the back of the tavern. Once the door closed behind them, she pushed Cyril against the door and kissed him violently. He was surprised, but he wasn’t complaining. This was the Ana he was missing for however many painful months. He relished her fury and jealousy that drove her to dominate him or at least come close to dominating him.

However, Cyril did need to show her who was the dominant in this relationship. So, he grabbed the comb that held Ana’s bun in place and pulled, letting her hair fall into a wavy cascade that ran halfway down her back. Then he wrapped her hair around his hand and once he had a decent amount, he tugged, breaking the kiss and eliciting a yelp from Ana who glared at him.

“I take it that you missed me,” Cyril said in a deliciously low voice that sent shivers up Ana’s spine.

“Yes, Cyril…I can’t stand it when you’re away too long.”

Cyril chuckled and planted a kiss on Ana’s throat. “Neither can I…Tell me, Ana, why did you bring me here?” he asked before continuing to cover her neck with kisses.

“To ask you what you meant earlier.”

“Earlier when?”

Ana stifled a moan. She hated having to talk while Cyril tortured her. “When you said you couldn’t promise me that you’d be by to visit as often as you used to.” He didn’t answer her. “Cyril!”

“What?” he said, ceasing his torture to look her in the eyes.

“You miss me when you’re away…right?” Ana asked softly as she placed gentle hands on Cyril’s chest.

“Of course, I do, Ana.”

“Then, why don’t you ever come see me?”

“I told you. I’m too busy for leisure, right now. I was lucky to get away this evening.”

“Well, who says you have to get away every time? You could just take me home with you and do us both a favor,” she said as she fumbled with his tie before looking up at him, donning her biggest doe eyes.

It was hard for Cyril to resist the effect those eyes had on him. He sighed and cupped Ana’s face in his hands saying, “I’m sorry, love…but, I can’t.”

“Why not?” Ana asked, confused by Cyril’s decision not to take her home. Is something wrong with me? she thought. A-Am I not good enough? Am I not what he wants?

Cyril seemed to read her mind. “It’s not you, Ana. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

“Then, why won’t you take me away from here?” Tears were forming in her eyes. All she wanted was to get away from the Black Swan. She was tired of winking and flirting. She wanted to love someone who loved her for her. Not for what she could do.

Cyril was biting his lip, trying not to cry himself. It pained him to see any woman he cared about cry. He was also trying to delay the blow that he had to deliver to Ana.

Then she said, “Tell me.”

So, he acquiesced and reluctantly said, “…I’m seeing someone.”

Silence filled the room. Ana stared in disbelief and said, “W-What?”

“I’m seeing someone.” Ana looked at him knowingly. “…And she’s bearing my child.”

Ana bit the inside of her cheek and nodded without saying a word. Then she began to pace. Cyril watched helplessly as he waited for her to say something…Anything.

“…Say something, Ana,” Cyril said after six minutes of unbearable silence.

Ana stopped pacing, turned to face Cyril, and said, “What? What do you want me to say, Cyril? Congratulations?” Then she went back to pacing as she mumbled to herself about how wretched of a man Cyril was. Cyril reached out his hand to her as he began to apologize, but Ana slapped his hand away and hissed, “Don’t touch me!”

“Come now, Ana…Don’t be like that. You know I love you.”

Ana glared at him through squinted eyes. “Do you, now?” she asked in a rather cynical tone of voice.

“I do.”

“If that is so, then would you be so kind as to explain why another woman is carrying your child?” He couldn’t give her an answer. “I can’t believe I wasted my life waiting on you.” She saw Cyril’s expression change from one of shock to one of remorse. “Yes, Cyril. I waited for you all this time only to find out that you don’t love me at all…I was just a mistress – No – I was just a toy.”

“No, A-,”

“Yeah,” she sniffled. “…A toy; a little plaything that you can cast aside and gather up again as many times as you want.”

“No, Ana. That’s not what you are to me. I lo-,”

“No?” Ana yelled. “Then, what am I, Cyril? Am I just another one of the many women you have a claim on? Or am I one of the many hopeful women who aspire to bear your bastard children?!”

“No, Ana, no,” Cyril said as he took her in his arms despite how much she fought. He caressed her cheeks and kissed her face to soothe her, but there was nothing he could do to suppress the rage she had coursing through her veins.

“I wanted children, Cyril,” she choked. “I wanted to be Lady Van Tassel…I always have. If you weren’t so busy sleeping around with everything that moves, that could have been a possibility.” She pushed him away from her and looked at him with disgust. “Just like your father,” she scoffed.

“That’s not true,” Cyril hissed. “I’m nothing like him and you know it!”

“Keep telling yourself that. Now, get out of my tavern and don’t ever bother coming back because I never want to see your ruddy face around here again,” she spat.

“…Goodbye, then. I wish you the best of luck.” Ana didn’t reply. So, Cyril turned on his heel and left without looking back.

Alfred and Peter were sharing a laugh when Cyril entered the car. The two fell silent once he was seated and had closed the door. The butler sensed a change in his master’s demeanor. Ironically Cyril had gone from jovial to dismal all in a matter fifteen minutes or less and this troubled Alfred. Neither had he said a word or made eye contact since he entered the car. So, Alfred gestured for Peter to roll up the partition and drive. He did so and the journey home began.

Cyril noticed that he was being isolated and as much as it bothered him, he refused to let Alfred know that. He did not feel like opening up at that moment, no matter how much Alfred seemed to care. He just continued to stare out the window, hoping that Alfred wouldn’t say anything.

“Is everything all right, sir?” asked Alfred. Cyril cringed at the sound of his voice, but did not answer him. “You seem…troubled.”

Cyril rested his head on the headrest and let out a sigh. I guess I have no choice, but to talk, he thought. “Your powers of perception are amazing,” he said, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

Alfred smiled to himself and said, “Thank you, sir. I have had time to master the art of perception. But, please. Tell me what troubles you. Perhaps, I could be of assistance.”

Cyril looked Alfred over in silence. The young man had served him for seventeen long years in which he’d seen Cyril at his best and worst. Alfred was wise beyond his years and he had saved Cyril from himself many a times, so it seemed that Cyril owed Alfred his life. If I can trust him with my life, surely I can trust him with my troubles, he thought.

“Well,” Cyril said before clearing his throat, “Ana no longer wishes to see me.”

“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”

“It’s alright. It was bound to happen anyway.”

“…What do you mean by that?” Alfred asked, raising his eyebrow.

“You wanted to know the nature of our relationship, correct?”

“Actually, I wanted to know how you met.”

“Close enough,” Cyril said with a shrug. “I’ll tell you, but it must stay between us. No one else needs to know about this. Do I have your word?”

“Absolutely, sir.”

“Very well, then…Ana and I met five years ago at a party.”

“Oh, lovely,” Alfred said with a smile.

“But, not just any party, my friend. It was a pleasure party with many festivities.” The look on Alfred’s face seemed to convey that the man was unimpressed by this, but somewhat disgusted as well. Nonetheless, he made an honest effort not to judge. “Amongst these festivities, there was a silent auction. I, not knowing what I was getting into, placed a bid. Later that evening, it was announced that I had won one night with a woman designated by the host. And he chose Ana.”

“Well, did she fill your night with pleasure?”

“Yes, she did,” Cyril replied, smiling at the memory. “I didn’t learn her name until the next day…We fell asleep and didn’t wake up until noon.”

“I assume your relationship persisted?”

“Yes. I thought I had made it clear that I didn’t want a romantic relationship, but she fell for me despite the terms I made. She wanted us to be more than what we were and…I—I wasn’t ready.”

Alfred shifted in his seat and his brow furrowed as he contemplated everything Cyril had said in the past few minutes. “So, after all this time, you can honestly say that you never had feelings for her?”

Cyril was silent for a while. That was all Alfred needed, but Cyril didn’t want to admit it outright. “I thought I loved her once, but…” His voice trailed off.

“But, what?”

“…I-I was young and foolish. I didn’t want to settle down. All I was looking for was a good time. That’s the reason I went to the party in the first place. I never had any intention of becoming someone’s lover.”

Alfred threw Cyril a knowing look. “Might it also be fair to say that you were…afraid?”

“I fear nothing,” Cyril growled through gritted teeth.

“Maybe not now, but back then it seemed that you were afraid of your own feelings, sir.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, you made terms from the very beginning as to what you expected from said relationship, if you would call it that. In shutting Ana out, you thought you were protecting yourself from becoming attached and in time vulnerable.” Cyril fell silent and failed to retort, so Alfred thought he had struck a nerve. “It’s alright to be vulnerable, Cyril. Besides, that’s what our lovers want; they want – They need to feel that we trust them with our whole being if we want the relationship to prosper.”

“…Do you trust Mariam?”

“With my life. Why? You ask in such a way that makes me think that I can’t trust her.”

“You can trust her. I suppose I’m a little…jealous of what you have with her.”

“Have you ever opened up to anyone, sir? Shown them the real you and have them not run away?”

“…I-,” A face flashed across his mind. “Once,” he said flatly.

“What happened?”

Cyril looked out the window. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular. He just didn’t want to look Alfred in the eye when he answered him. “…I happened.”

Alfred was tempted to ask what Cyril meant by that, but he decided against it. Based on Cyril’s body language, it was clear that Alfred would get no more out of him. Although that was a disappointing fact, he was pleased that he was able to find out how Cyril met Ana and the extent of their relationship. He was happy that he had gone out that evening despite the fact that it ended on a more sour note than when it began. Alfred just decided to pass the time in silence and look out the window up at the starry sky while Cyril sat across from him in silence.

When they reached the mansion, Alfred and Cyril bid Peter a good night, got out of the car, and walked through the front doors together. Before taking his leave, Alfred asked Cyril, “Do you need anything before I retire, sir?”

“No, Alfred. You’re dismissed.”

“Are you sure?” Alfred didn’t mean to sound so pushy, but he sensed that something was wrong. His gut was telling him that something was off about Cyril. He didn’t know what, but he didn’t like the feeling he was getting.

“Yes, Alfred. I’m sure,” Cyril replied with a reassuring smile. “Go. Mariam’s probably waiting for you.” Alfred took a hesitant step backward. He opened his mouth to ask again, but Cyril cut him off saying, “I’ll be fine…Go make your woman’s night.”

Alfred didn’t want to leave Cyril, but the man had said his peace and dismissed him. So, he had no choice but to take his leave. But, he could leave a word with his master. “W-Well, if you need me, send for me.”

“Don’t worry, Alfred. I’ll keep that in mind…Have a good night.”

“Good night, sir.” Then Alfred left him in the foyer.

When Alfred had gone, the smile Cyril wore slowly turned into a frown. He removed his cape and draped it over his arm before going up the stairs and making his way to his room. He had to admit that his outing with Alfred had done him some good. But his fallout with Ana had caused him some pain as well. Stop blaming yourself! he thought. It was inevitable. It was going to happen regardless how many times you told her you loved her or made love to her like she was the only woman in the world. He couldn’t help but wonder why he was so worked up about this. He didn’t love her; at least not genuinely. But the rejection still hurt despite his tendency to cope by being indifferent.

When he finally reached his room, he went inside and was glad to find that he was alone; his bed was empty and the bathroom was vacant. There was no one, but he and himself. He draped his cape over the back of one of his living chairs. Then he began to undress, leaving an unceremonious trail of clothing all the way to his dresser. He opened the third drawer and pulled out a pair of night pants.

After slipping them on, Cyril ventured to the bathroom where he splashed some water on his face. He reached for a towel and dried his face then his eyes locked with those of his reflection. He set the towel aside and studied his features in silence. He had to admit that he liked what he saw and could understand why women loved him and why other men hated him. He had sharp features; a well-defined jaw line, piercing eyes, a muscular build, and a mysterious air about him.

Cyril sighed as he recalled the past few weeks. Never before had he seen or experienced so much heartbreak. Sabina no longer loved him, Faye had rejected him, and Ana had just said that she never wanted to see him again. He had broken a lot of hearts and for once, it seemed like he was getting paid back for all the pain he’d caused. He turned off the light in the bathroom and went to sit on his bed.

In his mind, Cyril was in a dark place…A very dark place. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a small polished mahogany box with his initials engraved on a golden plate. He opened it and in the red velvet lining of the box sat a silver pistol with a black grip. He took the pistol from its cradle and set the box on the nightstand. Hello, old friend, he thought as he held the pistol in both hands. It was a gift from his father that he received on his thirteenth birthday. It had some weight to it, since he hadn’t removed the bullets he had replaced only once in years. He sat staring at the pistol in silence, thinking of the bitter end.

Yes, he was well-known and he had amassed a fortune over the years, but that meant nothing to him; his life was fruitless. All he had done was squander his time and money on wine, women, and whatever else he thought could make him happy and fill the void in his heart. He had broken plenty of hearts along the way and now that his own heart was on the verge of breaking, he didn’t know how to handle it let alone, find the strength bear it.

Although others would have said that he was still young and had so much to live for, Cyril believed that he had done more harm than good and was worthy of death. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes as he thought of Sabina, Faye, and all of the women he’d taken advantage of in order to please himself. Sabina was right, he thought. I am incapable of loving anyone other than myself.

He placed the pistol to his temple, cocked it, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he pulled the pistol away from his head and thought, I can’t do this…At least not yet. I still have one more thing to do. This can wait until then. He then released the hammer on the pistol and replaced it in the box, which he left on the nightstand. He wiped his tears, pulled back the covers, got into bed, and turned out the light. Before he fell asleep, he whispered a prayer saying, “If there’s a God, please…Please let all go well on tomorrow. I want – I need to make things right. So, please make a way and I’ll make it so I never hurt anyone ever again.”

Then he drifted off to the land of dreams.
Cyril struggled long and hard with deciding when he would tell Sabina the news concerning Hope. Over the next few weeks, Sabina would come find him almost every other day, asking him if he had called Lars yet. He kept saying that he hadn’t and her frustration continued to grow every time he told her he hadn’t called. He was growing tired of lying and causing himself and Sabina unnecessary stress.

One evening, he sent Alfred to fetch Sabina and bring her to his office. While he waited, he had downed three glasses of brandy to try and calm his nerves. Unfortunately, it didn’t work because by the time she arrived, his hands were still shaking.

He bid her to enter and had her sit down in a chair in front of the desk. “How are you this evening, Sabina?” he asked in a cool tone of voice.

“…As good as I was yesterday,” she replied with a hint of bitterness.

Not so good, Cyril thought. “Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked, moving toward the end table with a fresh bottle of brandy on ice.

“No thank you. If you would, could you please tell me why you called me here?”

And straight to the chase. “Very well, then.” Cyril sat down in his seat and sat back, crossing one leg over the other. “Well, I called you here to discuss Hope.”

Sabina’s hard expression changed to a beautiful combination a joy and concern. “Yes, and?” she asked, scooting to the edge of her seat.

Cyril’s lips came together to form a thin line as he took in Sabina’s countenance. Her eyes held such hope; it was a shame that he had to dash it. As much as he wanted to tell her that Lars was bringing Hope back as they spoke, he couldn’t do so. He glanced at his glass that sat on the desk. It still had a little brandy left in it. So, he took the glass and polished off its contents. Then he looked at Sabina and said in an apologetic tone of voice, “I’m sorry, Sabina. But, Lars has refused to even entertain the idea of returning Hope.”

Sabina felt as if she’d been stabbed in the heart with a dagger. D-Did I hear him correctly? she thought. No! It can’t be true. “You’re lying,” she hissed.

“No, Sabina,” Cyril said with a shake of his head. “I’m not.”

“H-He couldn’t have refused!” She exclaimed, standing to her feet and slamming her hands down on the desk with indignant eyes.

“I’m sorry…” Cyril said as he slowly rose to his feet and began to make his way around the desk toward Sabina. “But, he did.”

“But, I—He…You told him-,”

“I offered to pay him double – triple – and he refused. I even offered him my estate in the mountains and yet he still refused.”

Sabina looked down at Cyril’s desk, not even seeing it because of the tears, which clouded her vision. She was shaking as she contemplated everything Cyril had said. “I-I’m never going to see her again,” she choked.

“Lars said that you could visit,” Cyril said as he laid a comforting hand on the small of her back.

“It’s not the same!” Sabina screamed, shoving his hand off of her as she glared at him through her tears. “A visit is nothing compared to being able to see and hold my daughter whenever I wish!”

Looking at Sabina in that moment caused Cyril’s heart to ache. She was so…distraught. More than he had ever seen her before; even the time when she watched him sell Hope. “I’m sorry, Sabina,” he whispered. “I tried.”

He moved to embrace her and to his surprise, she let him. “But, it wasn’t enough,” she choked. Then she burst into a fit of sobs as she buried her face in his chest, mourning the loss of her daughter.

Cyril sat on his desk and draped Sabina’s legs over his lap as he comforted her. As he sat listening to her cry, he couldn’t help but shed a tear himself because it was then that he realized the sacredness of motherhood. He had come to understand that the bond a mother has with her child transcends time and space. It is something that should never be tampered with; no matter what potential benefits there may be. Separate a mother from her child and you will witness sorrow that matches no other. Cyril was beyond remorseful for his sin against Sabina and their daughter. The best he could do now was comfort Sabina and hope that Lars would eventually come to change his mind. It wasn’t her intention, but Sabina soon fell asleep in his arms.

He looked around the office and concluded that it was no place for a lady to sleep. So, he scooped Sabina up in his arms, carried her out of the office, went to his room, and tucked her into his bed. He kissed her on the forehead and whispered, “I’m sorry, Sabina…I really am.” Then he wandered over to the fireplace where he lit a fire and sat on the rug where he thought of ways he could try and convince Lars to change his mind and return Hope to him.

About an hour later, his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. He got up and answered the door only to see Faye standing before him. She was the last person he wanted to see at that moment. He hadn’t said a word to her for an entire minute. All he did was stare.

“Are you going to let me in or would you rather stand there and stare?” Faye asked playfully.

Cyril came out of his daze and said, “I’m sorry, Faye, but tonight is not the night.”

“Why not?”

“I…I’m tired. I had a long day today,” he replied, quickly glancing over his shoulder before looking back at Faye.

Faye tilted her head and squinted up at him. “…Why do I feel that you’re lying?” Then she looked around him and saw a figure lying still in the bed. “…Who’s that?”

“Who’s who?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Cyril. Who’s that in your bed?”

Cyril saw no point in lying. “It’s Sabina,” he whispered.

Faye’s eyes grew wide upon hearing that name. “So, I’m not enough for you anymore?”

“No, Faye. That’s not-,”

“What happened to committing to me and only me?!” Faye said loud enough to wake Sabina.

“Lower your voice!” Cyril hissed.

“Why should I? So, the whore can get some sleep? Is that why, Cyril?”

Things were getting out of hand. Cyril clapped his hand over Faye’s mouth, snatched her up, brought her inside the room, closed the door, and took her to the bathroom kicking and screaming into his hand. Once inside of the bathroom, he kicked the door shut behind him. After setting Faye down, he asked, “What? What do you want? Why do you insist on making nightly visits when you know you can come anytime you want?”

“Why is that whore in your bed?!” Faye demanded.

“First of all, she’s not a whore. Second of all, she’s in my bed out of convenience and because she had a rough day today…Satisfied?”

Faye glared at him with folded arms as she stood in silence.

“Good. Now, answer me this: Why did you come here?”

“Because I have something to tell you…” she said quietly despite the rage that was still coursing through her veins.

“What is it?”

“I…I think that I…”

Cyril was getting impatient. “Out with it, Faye!” he barked, causing her to jump. “I’m sorry. Please…Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Faye looked down as she twiddled with her thumbs. Then she looked up at him and said, “I-I think that I might be…pregnant.”

“What?” Cyril asked because he was unsure if he’d heard her correctly.

“I said that I might be pregnant.”

“A-Are you sure?” She nodded. “When did you find out?”

“Last week. My…friend is late by two weeks.”

Cyril couldn’t stay mad at her after hearing this news. He scooped her up in his arms and spun her around with a bellow of laughter. Then he put her down, sighing contentedly.

“I-I take it you’re excited,” Faye said in a manner that sounded like she was asking a question.

“Of course, I am! You’re carrying my child!”

Faye smiled nervously because she couldn’t be completely sure if the child growing inside her was Cyril’s or not due to her time with Alfred.

“So, what do you think we’ll have?” Cyril asked, caressing her belly.

“I’m not sure. Hopefully a boy so I can name him after you.”

“How many do you think are inside your belly, now?” Cyril asked, his voice getting lower and his touch slowly becoming more sensual.

“I-I don’t know,” Faye stammered, getting flustered by Cyril’s change in demeanor.

“Give me a number,” he said, leaning closer to her.

“What?” Faye asked as she backed away from Cyril.

“Give me a number,” he chuckled as he got even closer.

Faye’s back met the sink and she had nowhere to run. “O-One!” she squeaked, squeezing her eyes shut as she slightly recoiled from Cyril.

“Hm…Then, how about we give him a twin?”

Faye’s eyes shot open and she looked at Cyril in shock. Was he serious? She just announced that she was pregnant and…he wanted to have sex? “N-No, Cyril,” she said, trembling at the thought of how he’d respond. “I-,”

“Oh, come now. There’s no need to be shy,” Cyril pressed as he leaned in and planted a kiss on her neck.

“I-I’m not…”

“Then, why won’t you give in to me? You’re usually ready and willing; begging me to take you. Why the change?”

Faye’s hands came to rest on her still flat stomach. “The-The baby…”

“Will be fine. I’ll be gentle…Promise,” he assured her with a wink.

For the first time in her life, Faye could say that she was torn. She was torn between her desire for pleasure and her desire to protect something dear to her. She didn’t know all there was to know about pregnancy, but she did know that abstaining from sex was a part of it at some point. She looked up at Cyril with trusting eyes and said, “You promise?”

“Yes,” Cyril replied in a voice as gentle as his touch moments earlier.

Faye looked down and bit her lip as she thought about what she’d do. It had been quite some time since the last time she and Cyril made love and she was sure he was aware of that, too. She looked up at Cyril and could see the desire in his eyes. His eyes were fixed on her and ablaze with a fiery blue passion. He held her gaze for what seemed to be an eternity.

She longed to feel his touch again; to feel his lips on her neck, his fingers in her hair, and his member deep inside her. Just the thought of all of this made her tremble with desire. “I-I want you,” she stammered as she hesitantly laid her hands on his chest.

Cyril immediately leaned down and kissed Faye ever so gently. Then he picked her up and sat her on the sink, caging her in with his hands on either side. Faye was fading fast as Cyril took control of the kiss; nipping and sucking, leaving her breathless. He hadn’t even touched her and she was already desperate for more, but before she could be swept away, Faye broke the kiss.

Cyril looked at her with questioning eyes. “…What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I want you,” Faye panted, “but not here…” She looked away and finished with her voice no louder than a whisper saying, “Not now.”

As much as he wanted to strip her bare and derail her on that counter, Cyril saw no point in questioning Faye’s judgment. For all he knew, she was looking out for the baby, who would have been fine since she wasn’t too far along. But, he respected her decision, nonetheless. “Very well, then,” he replied before helping her down off the counter.

The two stood in awkward silence before Faye spoke saying, “Good night.”

“Good night,” Cyril replied. Then he let her out of the bathroom and escorted her to the door. He kissed her on the forehead before she left the room, stealing one last glance at Sabina’s sleeping figure before Cyril closed the door behind her.

He leaned against the door and sighed. Easy come, easy go, he thought. Then his eyes came to rest on Sabina and a dirty thought crossed his mind, but he decided against acting upon it. He was not going to attempt to make love to her unless she was conscious and willing. Although, he easily could have taken advantage of the fact that she was emotionally distressed, he decided to be the nobleman his father had attempted to raise him to be. He walked over to the fireplace, extinguished the fire, laid down on the couch, covered himself with a throw blanket, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of reuniting Hope and Sabina.

The next morning, Sabina awoke and felt the other side of the bed out of habit, expecting Lionel to be there. She felt nothing. When she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and took in her suroundings, she woke up quickly upon realizing that she was not in her room. She started to panic, wondering how she got there and why.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on a blonde figure that lay asleep on the sofa. She recognized this sleeping beast as none other than Cyril. She then concluded that this was his room. Upon further recollection, she was able to remember the events of the previous night; the news of Lars not being willing to return Hope, the tears, and everything went fuzzy. I must’ve fallen asleep and he must’ve carried me back here, she thought. She was surprised by the fact that she was still clothed, knowing how much of a pervert Cyril could be. Nonetheless, she was grateful that he hadn’t tried to do anything to her while she slept. Otherwise, there would’ve been hell to pay.

Whilst she sat watching him, Cyril began to stir. He sat up with a yawn and stretched. Despite how much Sabina detested him, she had to admit that he looked rather adorable after just waking up. Cyril sat with his eyes closed for a moment or two before he rose and started to make his way to the bathroom. Then he saw Sabina sitting up looking at him and stopped in his tracks. “Oh, you’re awake,” he said in a groggy voice as he rubbed his eyes. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Sabina replied with a half smile.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. Thank you for bringing me here…It was very kind of you.”

“I couldn’t leave you in the office because that’s no place for a lady such as yourself to sleep.”

“Once again, you have my thanks.”

A long moment of painfully awkward silence passed between the two. It was awkward in that there wasn’t much for them to converse about considering their drastic change in relationship due to the unfortunate series of events over the past few weeks. Cyril wanted to speak oh so desperately, but Sabina beat him to the punch saying, “Cyril!”

“Y-Yes?” he asked, surprised that she spoke up first.

“…Y-You weren’t joking when you said that Lars wasn’t going to return Hope…were you?” Cyril looked at her with sad eyes. “Because I know that you can be mean like that some-,”

“I’m sorry, Sabina. But no, I wasn’t joking and I would never tell a joke like that…That would be cruel.”

“I see,” she said quietly. “So, is there any way that he would possibly reconsider?”

“It’s hard to say,” Cyril began as he came to sit beside her on the bed. “He might be if I’m persistent enough.”

“D-Don’t push the subject too much, though,” Sabina stammered, grabbing Cyril’s arm in a desperate manner.

He looked into her eyes and they seemed to be pleading with him. “Why?”

“…Because Lars will hurt Hope.”

Cyril couldn’t help, but think: This woman is crazy. Lars would never do such a thing. “Sabina, Lars may be cruel, but I don’t think he’s cruel enough to harm a baby.”

“You don’t know him like I do!” Sabina snapped as she glared at Cyril. “Lars…Lars is a cruel heartless bastard who gets off on other people’s pain and suffering! He will take things that people love and do horrible things to them in order to get a rise out of a person. He’s done it to me and plenty of others before and he won’t hesitate to do it again. So, I am begging you…for our daughters sake, please don’t try and force his hand, Cyril. Please.”

“Alright,” Cyril said, caressing her face. “I promise.”

Sabina couldn’t help but smile at this. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Cyril pulled her into a tender embrace and kissed her on the forehead. “You’re welcome.” He paused. “How did we get here, Sabina?” he sighed, his demeanor changing from hopeful to wistful all in a matter of seconds.

“What do you mean?” Sabina asked, looking up at him with curious eyes.

“How did we become so…distant from one another in such a short period of time?”

Sabina then sat up and said in a rather matter-of-fact tone of voice, “You sold my daughter, Cyril…The last thing I wanted was to be anywhere near you after that.”

“But, why did you refuse to see me for so long?”

“Because I—I was a mess. I didn’t know what to think about you. Actually, I had no thoughts of you. All I knew is that you took my daughter away from me and I hated you for it.”

“Which you had every right to do…”

“And I am still wondering: Why?” Cyril didn’t answer her. “Tell me, Cyril: Why did you do it?”

Cyril sat silently, staring at his golden signet ring which was on his right middle finger. Then he cleared his throat and said, “It was asked of me.”

“By who?”


Sabina shrugged Cyril’s arm from around her shoulders, got out of bed, and circled around to the foot of the bed where she came to stare at him, hands on her hips. The look on Sabina’s face was not one of surprise, but one that seemed to say: “Really?” She stood there for a long time, not saying a word. Then she finally spoke saying, “So, she asked you to sell Hope and you just…did it? Just like that?”

“Not really.”


“She asked me to do so in an attempt to get me to prove my love for her after everything I put her through. At first, I refused saying that Hope…was my baby – my princess. But, she kept begging and pleading and I kept refusing…Then she pulled out a knife.”

Sabina raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms as she imagined Faye pulling a knife on Cyril. She couldn’t kill even if she tried, she thought. “Then what?”

“She said that if she had to live without my love, then life wasn’t worth living at all.”

“So, she threatened to kill herself if you refused to sell Hope.”

“Yes,” Cyril said with a nod of his head. Before Sabina could ask her next question, he added, “Of course I agreed in order to save her life.”

Sabina’s brow furrowed as she spat, “You should’ve let the little slut kill herself. Or at least attempt to because she couldn’t kill anything even if she tried.” She chuckled. “It probably would’ve taken her eleven times to stab herself correctly to inflict any fatal injury.”

“She was going to slit her throat, Sabina.”

“Then, you should’ve let her and then watched her choke on her own blood,” she hissed. “You chose that little slut over your own daughter.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Cyril said defensively. “My only intent was to save Faye.”

“You’re lying. That might’ve been your initial intent, but there’s more where that came from.”

“No, I-,”

“Let me guess, she offered you a good time after you agreed to go through with it, huh? Am I right?” Cyril didn’t answer. She placed her hands on the bed and got in Cyril’s face. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m wrong.” He couldn’t do so and Sabina got her answer. “You’re the same horny bastard you’ve always been, Cyril.” She turned and ran a hand through her hair.

“No, Sabina,” Cyril said as he jumped from the bed and grabbed Sabina’s arm.

“Don’t touch me,” she said, snatching her arm out of his grasp and spinning around to glare at him. She bit her lip as she fought the tears that were threatening to fall as she heard the man responsible for all her pain confess his sins. “…You wanted a quick fix,” she said through gritted teeth. “Since you couldn’t have me, you took the closest thing without any hesitation: a little slut who wanted to use you in her little scheme to try and break me.”

“That’s not com-,”

“You are the lowest of the low…You traded your baby girl for one night of pleasure when maybe – just maybe – I could have given you a lifetime. But, no…You’d rather have a horny little brat with an ulterior motive beneath you, writhing and screaming your praises instead of being able to hold your daughter and watch her grow up into the beautiful young woman that we both know she’ll be,” she said with her voice faltering at the end as her emotions began to show. “That, my dear Cyril, is why we have become so very distant from one another.”

A long moment of silence passed between the two, allowing each to process what had just been said. Cyril stood still as he silently chewed what Sabina had fed him. Sabina felt rather satisfied after saying most of what she had been longing to say for a very long time, but she wasn’t quite done just yet. “…What does Faye have that is so wonderful that it pales in comparison to your daughter?” she asked.

“…She loves me, Sabina,” Cyril replied.

“She loves you?” Sabina scoffed. “What can a fourteen year-old girl possibly know about love, Cyril? Nothing. All she knows is what it feels like to have you between her legs and she automatically associates that with love after adding all of your flowery words to the equation…You’ve ruined her. You created a monster, Cyril. Are you happy?”

Cyril looked down at the marble floor and mumbled, “I can’t say that I am.”

“I didn’t think so.” She ran a hand through her hair again as she let out a sigh and began to pace. “I’ll tell you one thing, though.”

“What is it?” he asked, lifting his head.

“I won’t be happy until I have my daughter in my arms again…Talk to Lars, but remember what I said. Don’t force his hand…because if he so much as hurts a single hair on her head, you’ll be next after I’m finished with him.” Cyril nodded.

Then Sabina began to make her way toward the door and Cyril escorted her. “I can let myself out, you know,” she said as she turned the doorknob.

“No,” Cyril said darkly as he grabbed Sabina’s wrists, spun her so her back was pressed to the door, and pinned her hands above her head with one hand.

“Cyril, let me go, you bastard!” Sabina yelled as she struggled, trying to break free from his grasp to no avail. “What do you want?”

“I want you,” he whispered.


“What don’t you understand about ‘I’m sorry’? Or ‘I tried my hardest,’ hm? Sabina, I tried convincing Lars, but there is no changing his mind. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, he is not going to return Hope.”

The tears were returning to Sabina’s eyes. “No, that’s not true,” she growled. “He’ll have to change his mind one way or another.” Cyril shook his head. “He has to!” she choked.

“No…Lars is not a force to be reckoned with, Sabina. You of all people should know, right?”

“Cyril…why? Why are you doing this? Why are you saying all these things?”

“Because I want things to go back to the way they were…Before all of this happened.”

“We both know that can’t happen. Now, please…let me go.” Sabina was tempted to ask him what he would gain from forcing himself on her, but she held her tongue. For if she were to speak those words, it would only provoke him more and most likely cause him to act on his impulses.

Cyril took a moment to take in Sabina’s appearance. She was obviously frightened; unsure of what he would do next. Her eyes held a level of fear he had never seen before. He didn’t like it…He didn’t like it at all. If they were going to make love, he wanted it to be out of her own will. He wanted her to want him. He longed to hear her beg for him again, but sadly, it wasn’t going to be at that moment. Cyril slowly loosened his grip on Sabina’s wrists until she was completely free.

She rubbed her wrists in silence as she looked at Cyril; only a small hint of fear remaining in her eyes. “Thank you,” she breathed. He simply nodded in response. “I-I’m leaving now.” She looked at him, but he still said nothing. She turned the doorknob and just before she slipped out of the door, she took one final glance at Cyril. Then she was gone.

Cyril stood motionless as he stared at the door, part of him hoping that she would come back and jump into his arms…That moment never came. So, he let out a defeated sigh, turned on his heel, and walked toward his bed. He pulled back the covers and hopped into bed, plopping his head on the pillow. He knew that he had some work to take care of that day, but he didn’t care at the moment. He had been rejected not once, but twice within the past eleven hours and all he wanted to do was forget it ever happened. So, Cyril closed his eyes and began counting sheep until he had drifted off to sleep.

Some three hours later, Cyril was awoken by the sound of knocking on his door. He was about to call out in response, but he thought, Maybe if I don’t respond, they’ll go away. Unfortunately, he was wrong. Whoever was on the other side of the door was rather persistent. So, Cyril sat up with an irritated groan and yelled, “Enter!”

The door cracked open then he saw a familiar blonde-haired vixen peek around the door. It was Faye. “Are you sure?” she asked. “You sound awful grumpy.”

“Yes. Please, Faye. Come in,” Cyril said as he bowed his head apologetically. She closed the door and sauntered over to him.

“Did I wake you?” she asked, brushing Cyril’s bangs away from his face.

“…Yes,” he admitted. “But, I didn’t mean to put you off! I thought you were some maid or…Alfred, coming to wake me for business. I was wrong.” Cyril smiled at Faye fondly and caressed her cheek. “What brings you here?”

“Well, I came to apologize for my behavior last night. It was uncalled for and very…unladylike of me.”

I’ll say, Cyril thought with a roll of his eyes. “Whatever qualm you have with Sabina, you must resolve it.”

Faye’s heart skipped a beat. Is he serious?! she thought. “B-B-But, why? I mean, what’s the point?”

“She knows what you did.”

“What?” He’s lying. There’s no way that she can know.

“She knows that you convinced me to sell Hope.”

A tension began to rise in Faye’s chest; a tension so strong, she feared that she would faint. “H-How?” she stammered.

Cyril sighed. “I told her.”

“C-Cyril…Why? Why would you do something like that?!”

“She asked me and I couldn’t bring myself to lie to her,” he said with a shrug.

Although she had a pretty good idea as to how Sabina probably reacted, Faye asked, “H-How did she take the news?”

“Surprisingly, she was rather…calm.”

“Calm? Th-That’s not possible. She had to have flipped a table or something!”

“No,” Cyril said with a shake of his head.

“Break a vase?”


“Rip a pillow case?”


“Slap you silly?”

“She didn’t do anything violent at all, Faye. She was completely calm.”

Faye’s face grew pale at the realization that she was in grave danger. I’m dead, she thought. Her eyes began to well up with tears and Cyril immediately scooped her into his arms and comforted her. Then she sobbed, “She’s going to kill me!”

“No, she’s not, Faye.”

“You don’t know Sabina!”

“You’re overreacting, love. She’s not going to-,”

She grabbed his shirt and said, “Cyril, she’s going to make me suffer the same way I made her suffer! God forbid she finds out that I’m pregnant. She’ll take him from me and – do God knows what! I don’t want that!” Her voice was failing. “Please…I need you to protect me!” she choked.

“I will, love. I will.”

“Y-You will?”


“Promise to never leave my side?”

“I-,” Cyril considered the fact that he was a noble, therefore he was a businessman. That being so, he couldn’t promise to be by Faye’s side every waking minute. But, he couldn’t bring himself to say no as he looked into Faye’s pleading eyes. She also had her bottom lip poked out in a pout. That was enough to convince him. “Yes, Faye…I promise,” he assured her.

Faye let out a sigh of relief as she closed her eyes and nestled closer to Cyril. This girl puzzled Cyril. He couldn’t say why, but something about her kept him at ease. All the while they were in their complicated relationship, not once did he question her loyalty when he had every right to do so. She was young and beautiful; easily able to attract a younger, more suitable suitor. But, she remained faithful. In his eyes, Faye was truly a diamond in the rough. Although it took some time to win her trust and affection, she wound up with him.

Cyril wrapped his arm around her and drew her closer to him still. He planted a kiss on her forehead and closed his eyes as he rested his cheek on her head. Neither one spoke. Instead, they made a tacit agreement to savor the moment and bask in each other’s company.

A few minutes later, Faye caught herself dozing and opened her eyes before she could drift off to sleep. “Cyril,” she yawned, but received no response. She turned to look at him and saw that he had fallen asleep in a matter of minutes. Oh, well, she thought. It can wait.

Faye turned so that she could get a better look at Cyril. Once she was settled on her side, she watched Cyril as he snored softly. As she observed him, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was dreaming about. She lay there for about a half an hour and surmised that Cyril must have been having a good dream because she could have sworn that she saw him smile at least three times. She would have stayed longer, but her stomach started to growl.

“Alright, little one,” she mumbled as she rubbed her belly. “I’ll get you some food.” She turned to get up, but looked back at Cyril and thought, But, first… She kissed him on his forehead and whispered, “Sleep well, love.” Then she left the room, being sure to close the door quietly as not to wake Cyril, and made her way to the kitchen to ask the cook to fix her something to eat.


Alfred was helping Mariam put up some new drapes in her room. She had run into him earlier that morning and asked him to help. He didn’t have anything planned aside from his usual duties, which were so monotonous that he knew exactly how long it would take him to complete each one. It didn’t take him long to complete his duties at all, so he agreed to help the sweet woman.

“How does this look, Mariam?” Alfred asked, slightly moving to the side so that Mariam could see his work.

Mariam looked up from her sewing and adjusted her glasses so that she could thoroughly assess Alfred’s work. She leaned forward in her chair and squinted before she smiled and said, “Can you move the drapes slightly to the left, dear?”

Alfred nodded and proceeded to move the drapes to Mariam’s liking. “Just tell me when to stop.” Then he began to adjust the drapes.

He had barely moved them an inch when Mariam said, “That’s enough, dear.”

Alfred complied and hopped down from the stepping stool, adjusting his vest before moving over to the next window. Whilst he was doing that, Mariam lay her sewing aside and decided to make some tea. She figured that it would be ready by the time he had finished. As she got to work, she stole a few glances at Alfred as he was hard at work. He looked so focused as he kept looking at the other window to try and adjust the drapes so they were just right. Then he looked over at Mariam as she was looking at him. Then he looked away and blushed.

Mariam thought that the need to start a conversation was in order. So, she spoke saying, “Alfred, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“W-What is it?” he stammered, still trying to recover from the eye contact he’d made with her before.

“I heard that a young lady has stolen your heart.”

Alfred froze. Who told her that? he thought. “P-Pardon?”

“I heard that a certain young lady has caught your attention,” Mariam reiterated as she began to garnish a silver tray.

“I...I don’t know what you’re-,”

“Oh, you know. The girl…The girl you’ve been seeing lately. I heard she’s got you wrapped around her little finger,” she chuckled. She turned, carrying the tray which held a teapot and two matching teacups and walked over to the coffee table where she set it down. When she sat down, she asked, “How are you two? What’s her name? How did you meet?”

“I…We…We’re no longer seeing each other. Or speaking, for that matter.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?”

“I’d rather not share.”

“I’m terribly sorry, I really am. I have a bad habit of talking too much.”

“No, it’s alright, Mariam. There’s no way you could’ve known…Besides, I like a woman who can make conversation.”

Mariam’s eyes grew wide upon hearing him say that. “O-Oh, I see.” She immediately grabbed the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea. Alfred, seeing that she didn’t feel up to talking anymore, continued in his work.

An awkward silence floated between the two for what seemed to be a painful eternity. Nonetheless, Alfred continued to hang the drapes and Mariam continued to sip her tea in silence. The two had what seemed to be a good acquaintanceship, if not friendship due to their many years of working together. Deep down, Alfred had always admired Mariam. She was always kind to him. Even when he was short with her, which was rare. Over the years, he’d grown to appreciate her grace, good work ethic, and her wit; but above all else, he loved her generous heart the most. He’d always wanted to be able to reciprocate the love and kindness she had shown him day in and day out for years.

Now, Mariam on the other hand, had always seen Alfred as the son she never had. He was a charming young lad with a good head on his shoulders. As far as she could tell, he’d have no problem sweeping a young girl off of her feet. He was bound to catch some woman’s heart some day.

“So, have you any suitors, Mariam?” Alfred asked suddenly. If she was going to ask about his love life, he would most definitely ask about hers.

Mariam sputtered on her tea. She wasn’t expecting such a question. “I-I beg your pardon?” she asked with wide eyes.

“Have you any suitors?” he repeated, looking over his shoulder as he finished putting up the last drape.

“Wh-Why would you-,”

“I mean no offense, honest.” He hopped down from the stepping stool and faced her. “The only reason I ask is because you’re a very lovely woman…Ravishing, even.”

“W-Why, thank you…But, I’m merely an old maid.” Mariam, said as she put down her cup of tea out of fear that she’d drop it because she was shaking so badly. She was afraid that she might blush. So, she seized the opportunity to run to the mirror and check just to be sure. To her relief, she had managed not to blush.

“Nonsense. You’ve got the stuff to compete with any dame out there!” Alfred said as he approached her from behind.

“Y-You think so?” Mariam asked as she turned to look at him.

“Think? I know! How could any man ignore such a lively…seasoned beauty as yourself?” He gently caressed Mariam’s face and she leaned into his touch.

Then she caught herself and quickly pulled away. “A-Alfred, please,” she stammered. “This is highly inappropriate.” She went around him and came to stand in the middle of the room with her back to him.

“I don’t see how…We’re both of age.”

Mariam gasped upon hearing him raise this point. She wasn’t prepared to have this conversation. Neither was she expecting to, but she had to try and reason with this young cub who was obviously sexually frustrated. “But, I’m old enough to be your mother!” she exclaimed as she turned to him, wearing the sternest look she could muster.

Alfred wasn’t fazed. “And?”

“It—It’s simply not appropriate.”


Stop questioning me and obey, already! Mariam thought as she mentally slapped herself. “Because I’ve always considered you a son,” she explained.

“But, I don’t want to be seen as your son, Mariam.”

“Then how do you want me to see you, Alfred?”

Alfred paused. He hadn’t expected Mariam to ask that question because he thought it’d be obvious enough, so he had to think fast if he wanted to make his intentions clear. He also had to convey his sincerity in whatever words he chose. Then, he got it. He looked up and closed the distance between him and her. He came to stand inches away from her and when she tried to back away, he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes. He licked his lips and said, “I want you to see me as your friend, your equal…And hopefully in time, your lover.”

Mariam looked into Alfred’s eyes and she could literally feel his seriousness just as well as she could see it. This man was so determined that it scared her. Suddenly, she snatched her hands out of his and walked away, wringing her hands saying, “No, no, no, no, no!”

“Why not, Mariam?!” Alfred demanded, trying not to sound like a spoiled brat. “Have you any other suitors?”




“Then, why not me? Why not give me a chance to love you the way you deserve to be?”

Mariam turned to him with pity in her eyes. She came to stand in front of him and assumed a motherly tone of voice saying, “Alfred…you are young and full of life. What could you possibly want with an old maid like me?” Alfred opened his mouth to speak, but Mariam continued saying, “Go find yourself a beautiful young lady that you can spend your life with and build a legacy.”

“But I don’t want to find a younger girl, Mariam.”

“Why not?”

“Because all the younger girls I’ve met have been nothing but trouble,” Alfred said with a sigh.

Mariam shook her head. “Just give it time, Alfred. I’m sure she’ll come a-,”

“I’m tired of waiting,” he all but growled as he took another step toward Mariam, forcing her to step backwards.


“Besides, why should I wait when I have everything I want right in front of me?”

Mariam’s breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat. She barely had enough time to process what Alfred had said before she saw him lean in and felt his lips on hers. When she realized what was happening, she tried to push him away from her, but he was too strong. He managed to back her up against the wall as he tried to deepen the kiss. Mariam was mentally panicking as she was trying to get away from this young man who was still a babe in the game of love. She was struggling – pushing and scratching; doing everything she could to get away, only to be restrained. She was trying her hardest not to give in to this desire that she thought had died a long time ago, but it felt too good. She was slowly losing her will to fight and escape. Then, she finally gave in and relaxed into the kiss, kissing Alfred back.

Despite his desire to suck the very life out of Mariam, Alfred broke the kiss, leaving her hungry for more. Then he looked into the eyes of his now willing captive and could instantly tell that she wanted him. Her eyes said it all; he saw tears forming at the corners of her eyes. He’d awakened something in her; something that had lain dormant for a very long time. He took a deep breath and asked, “When was the last time you had a man?” Mariam looked away from him as if embarrassed. “Tell me,” he said in a gentle tone of voice.

“…A long, long time ago,” she replied.

“I’d say you’re overdue,” he said playfully and they shared a laugh. “…Would you allow me?”

“Will you-,”

“Yes,” Alfred said with a nod, “I’ll be gentle.”

“…Please?” Mariam asked as she looked at Alfred with big doe eyes.

Alfred smiled and bowed saying, “Lead the way, Madam.”

Mariam smiled back and simply took him by the hand, led him to the bedroom, closed the door behind them, and the rest was as divine as spiced wine.
Broken: Chapter 31
Finally back! I hope I didn't keep you on edge too long, my lovelies! Writer's block is a cruel terrible thing...but I overcame it and this is what I came up with. Enjoy! :heart:






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Thank you for the fave!
babygrl90 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome, darling! And thank you for the fave, as well! :)
Placi1 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2015
You aare most welcome!Heart 
Trippy4U Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2015
Thank you, BG :iconpeaceforparisplz: 4 France by SweetCreeper132PL
babygrl90 Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome, darling! :)
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