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Alfred lay on his back panting. He had just reached his third climax and he was spent. He had never felt so alive. It was amazing how much pleasure one woman could bring him. As much as he wanted to remain on this new high, he couldn’t because he was exhausted. He was so tired that he could barely move.

That didn’t stop Faye from climbing back on top of him. Because unlike him, her appetite was insatiable; her lust and desire was without measure. Once she had you in her grasp, it was hard for her to let go. She leaned down and gently kissed Alfred on the lips then whispered, “Are you ready to go another round?”

“Really?” Alfred asked in a weary voice. “Faye, I can’t do anymore. I’m exhausted!”

“Did you not enjoy it?”

“Of course I enjoyed it and I want more, but I just can’t…I’m tired. I can’t take anymore.”

“But, you didn’t bring me to climax,” she pouted.

“I’m sorry…Honest,” he said with an apologetic smile. “But, I am physically unable to continue. I can barely move.”

“Fine,” she huffed as she got off him, picked up her nightgown, slid it over her head, and started to walk toward the door.

“W-Wait. Where are you going?” Alfred asked, sitting up with a start.

“Back to my room, of course.”

“B-But, why?”

Faye looked at the man sitting in the bed before her. He looked like a lost puppy to say the least; with his sad eyes, tense demeanor, and desperation in his voice. Faye thought it was adorable, but she was feeling rather cynical since she didn’t get what she wanted from Alfred. So, she asked ever so sarcastically, “What? …You wanna cuddle?”

Alfred looked down and fiddled with the sheet. “Yes,” he said quietly as he looked up at her with the most adorable puppy eyes Faye had ever seen. Yes, he was a grown man, but he pulled the look off so well with his baby face.

There was no way she could bring herself to resist those eyes, let alone deny Alfred, her new-found plaything. So, she walked back over to the bed, climbed in beside Alfred, and let him snuggle up to her. “Thank you,” he whispered before planting a gentle kiss on her lips and looking her dead in the eyes when he broke the kiss. “Good night.”

“G-Good night,” Faye stammered in response. Once again, this servant had spellbound her. She didn’t know how, but he somehow made her feel the way Cyril used to and to some degree still did. Was it his baby face? His beautiful dark brown eyes coupled with his dark brown hair? No…It was his kindness, gentleness, and his all too adorable innocence. She looked at his sleeping face and thought, Yes. He’s everything I want…But Cyril-,

She couldn’t think about all that then. She needed sleep. So, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the potential love between her and Alfred.

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Over the next few weeks, Alfred and Faye continued to meet. Not every day, but they only met when Faye sent for Alfred or if she was desperate enough, she sought him out. Alfred often found himself looking forward to his meetings with Faye. They added some spark to his rather boring redundant schedule.

He once went three days without hearing from her or seeing her and it nearly drove him mad. He tried pleasuring himself when he was able to get alone, but it wasn’t enough to appease him. So, he went to find her. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to find her, which left him feeling greatly deprived. So, he inwardly sulked the rest of the day.

Faye made it up to him by sneaking into his quarters that same evening and going down on him. In the process, Alfred woke up and demanded that she explain herself. She did and he accepted her apology for neglecting him those three days. That was only one instance of the many sexcapades they had. The two did have feelings for each other, but neither wanted to be the first to admit it. Although sex was a major part of their relationship, it wasn’t the most important thing. They enjoyed one another’s company and the bond between them was growing stronger every time they met. It was only a matter of time before one of them would let it slip that they were in love.

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While Faye and Alfred’s love affair persisted, Cyril was furiously trying to see Sabina. He’d given her some space, but he couldn’t stay away any longer. He needed to see her…badly. Unfortunately for him, Sabina was not so cooperative. Whenever he went to see her, she refused to see him. He sent Mariam and Alfred to try and fetch her for him, but she still refused. Then he tried to buy her back with gifts; flowers, dresses, jewelry…anything he could think of that would possibly make her change her mind. But none of his gifts worked.

One day while Cyril was in his office sifting through some paperwork, there came a knock on his door. He bid the individual to enter and Alfred appeared. Upon seeing him, Cyril jumped to his feet and asked, “Well, what did she say? Has she changed her mind?” He had sent Sabina a beautiful sapphire necklace with matching earrings a few days previous and had anxiously been awaiting a response.

Alfred sighed, pulling the jewelry box that contained the sapphire necklace set from his coat pocket and placing it on Cyril’s desk. “Her answer is the same, sir…She doesn’t wish to see you and she doesn’t want anymore gifts.”

Cyril stared at Alfred in disbelief as he sunk back into his seat. He looked down at the jewelry box as he processed what Alfred had just said. She…doesn’t want to see me? he thought. H-How is that possible? I’ve given her time and space and – she won’t see me?! The rage was quickly building inside him. He slammed a fist on the desk as his breath hitched.

Alfred quickly moved to try and calm Cyril down by saying, “Sir…just give her some time. She’ll come around. I'm sure of it!”

“I’ve given her plenty of time, Alfred! And I’m tired of waiting! Tired of being rejected! I’m going to see her one way or another.” He headed for the door, but Alfred blocked his path.

“No, you’re not!” This was the first time he’d ever stood up to Cyril, so he figured that he ought to make it count. He puffed out his chest and said, “If you lay one finger on her, I’ll-,”

Cyril shoved Alfred out of the way and the poor man landed on the floor. “I’ll deal with you later,” he said cruelly before leaving the room, slamming the door.

He stormed down the halls, seeing nothing but red. Sabina had denied him for the last time. When he reached her bedroom door, he tried turning the knob, but it was locked. Despite his rage, he found the courtesy to knock – Or bang on the door.

Sabina and Lionel’s heads snapped up upon hearing the loud banging on the door. Then they heard Cyril’s voice. They looked at each other in shock. The banging and yelling continued. “You need to hide,” Sabina whispered to Lionel.

“No. You said you wanted to be present for my plan, here’s your chance.”

“…Now’s not the time!” she hissed. “Now, hide! Please.”

Lionel shook his head disapprovingly. He wanted to get his plan underway, but he reluctantly obeyed with a huff and disappeared into the armoire.

“Sabina!” Cyril shouted.

“Go away, Cyril!” Sabina yelled back.

“You open this door right now!”

“I will do no such thing!”

“We could do this the easy way or the hard way, love. I just want to talk.”

“How many times do I have to say it?” she all but whined. “I don’t want to see you! And I don’t want any more of your damn gifts!”

Cyril sighed and ceased pounding on the door. “Alright,” he said. “Looks like we’re going to do it the hard way.” He reared back then kicked the door open.

His eyes locked on Sabina, who sat frozen on the bed. Despite her air of courage, he could see the fear in her eyes. He could smell it. He then began to walk towards her.

“Get out,” Sabina said, but he kept walking. So, she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “Leave.” Cyril knocked it out of the air. She threw another and he deflected that one, too. “Get out!” she screamed as she threw yet another pillow, but he wasn’t fazed. She continued to throw pillows at him and yelling for him to leave, but he wouldn’t. When he reached the foot of the bed, she bolted for the bathroom, but Cyril was quicker.

He grabbed her by the arms, cast her onto the bed, and pinned her down. “Why have you refused to see me?!” he demanded. “I’ve given you plenty of time and plenty of space to grieve our daughter. What more do you want from me?”

Tears were streaming from Sabina’s eyes due to the feelings of fear and anger that tangoed inside her. But, she got it together and said in a shaky voice, “Do you really think…that I could simply get over the fact that you sold my daughter? If so, then you’re a fool!”

“How dare you call me a fool when you’re the one who can’t simply agree to see someone who has been trying to see you for days – weeks! All I want is to talk, Sabina…and you’re making it very difficult.”

“You’re not worth listening to after you’ve barged into my room, knowing that I didn’t want to see you! Let me go!”

“Not until you hear me out!” Cyril shouted, bringing his face close enough to Sabina’s so they were nose-to-nose.

Sabina panted as she tried to calm down. Being angry wasn’t going to get her anywhere in this situation. So, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “I’m listening.”

Cyril slowly loosened his grip until Sabina was completely free. She sat up and gave Cyril her undivided attention despite the fact that she was screaming on the inside; praying that Lionel wouldn’t come bursting out of the closet and ruin things. This wasn’t the time to execute his plan. She could feel that.

Cyril took a deep breath and began saying, “All I wanted was to ask for your forgiveness…I’m terribly sorry for what I’ve done. I-I can’t sleep at night…I’m barely maintaining my appetite, and…all I can do is either bury myself in my work or drink until I pass out. I don’t like either, but it’s all I can manage right now."

He reached for Sabina and she flinched. Then he caressed her cheek ever so gently. It surprised him that she actually allowed him to do so. “Please, Sabina. Forgive me for what I’ve done to you and to Hope.”

Sabina’s blank stare slowly changed into a glare. How dare he beg her forgiveness after what he had done. “…I’m sorry, Cyril. But, nothing you say can undo what you’ve done! You sold my-,”

Our,” Cyril corrected.

“No. You sold my daughter and how dare you claim to be her father. You’re no father. Why? Because a real father would never sell his daughter! Not even if he was down to his last penny…How can you live with yourself after what you’ve done?”

“I…I don’t know. I suppose it’s the need for your forgiveness that keeps me going.” He paused to consider his next words. “I can’t forgive myself unless you forgive me first.”

“…How could you expect me to simply forgive you?”

“I need you to.”

“Why?”

Cyril looked at her with longing look in his eyes. “Because your approval means the world to me.”

Sabina didn’t move. Neither did she speak. All she did was look at him and study him; wondering why he was going through so much trouble to gain her forgiveness. Did he have some ulterior motive for coming to her or was he being sincere? “What about Faye?” she asked.

“What?”

“Did she leave you? Is that why you came crawling back to me all of a sudden?”

“No, Sabina. I-,”

“Then, why did you come?” she asked, getting off the bed and standing to her feet.

“Because I love you!”

A moment of silence passed between the two. Sabina couldn’t believe her ears. All she could do was stare at Cyril blankly. Then she shook her head, rolled her eyes, and muttered, “Not this ag-,”

“No, Sabina. You don’t understand,” Cyril said as he grabbed her hand.

“What don’t I understand, Cyril?” Sabina snapped as she snatched her hand out of his.

“I. Love. You…Not Faye. I want to make things right with you.”

“For what purpose?”

“For your sake…I’ve seen what this has done to you. I know you haven’t been eating like you should.” Sabina looked away from him, but he gently made her look back at him. “And I know you’ve been crying nonstop…I’m the one who did this to you and I’m terribly sorry. So, I’m obligated to make it stop.” He looked at her as if he were asking for her permission to do something. She didn’t blink or look away from him, so he proceeded to caress her cheek again. She didn’t flinch, but she subconsciously leaned into his touch. He then brought her face closer to his and leaned in for a kiss.

His lips had barely touched hers when she pulled away with a gasp. He needs to leave, she thought as she looked up at him, shocked by what she almost allowed to happen. Now. She shook the romantic daydreams from her mind and leaned in very close and whispered in his ear, “Bring her back to me…Then we can talk about forgiveness.”

He leaned back and let his eyes meet hers. “Will do,” he replied. He was tempted to try and kiss her again, but he decided against it. Instead, he caressed her face again and left without another word, closing the door on his way out.

Sabina stared after him; part of her wanting to feel his touch again and the other part wanting him to rot in hell. Seeing Lionel emerge from the armoire brought her back to reality. He embraced her and asked, “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No,” Sabina whispered as she clung to him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She’d gotten too close back there. In those small moments of vulnerability, she almost gave in to temptation, but she was able to come back to her senses before things got out of hand. She pulled herself away from Lionel and looked up at him apologetically.

“What?” he asked, puzzled by this rare look that graced her face.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

Sabina bit her lip as she hesitated to answer. “I…I almost gave in to Cyril.” She felt Lionel tense. “H-He didn’t try anything, I swear!” She stammered as she grabbed the collar of his shirt. “He was just so kind and gentle and I got weak.”

“I should’ve killed him when I had the chance,” Lionel hissed through gritted teeth as he pulled away from her.

“Lionel-,”

“Am I not enough for you?!” he shouted.

Sabina looked at him in shock. “W-What are you saying? …Are you saying that I’m a—A whore?”

Lionel’s eyes grew wide after realizing what he’d just said. “N-No. That’s not what I meant at all.”

“Then, what were you saying?” she asked through gritted teeth as she was blinking away the tears that were brimming at the corners of her eyes.

“All I’m saying is…” He sighed. “I’ve done my best to try and please you and…it feels like all of my efforts are in vain. Especially after moments like the one you just had with Cyril. I mean – If he still mesmerizes you the way he does…” he said with his voice weakening, “what use do you have for me?”

Now Sabina was the one to look at him in shock. Did moments like the one she had with Cyril really affect Lionel in the way he had said? This saddened her because it had never been her intention to hurt Lionel by betraying his trust. However, the damage was already done. She lovingly cupped his face in her hands and looked up at him with sympathetic eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lionel. I didn’t know that you felt this way. Why didn’t you tell me?” He shrugged.”Well, I’m glad you did. But, I must tell you that I don’t have any feelings for Cyril whatsoever.”

“Then, why is it that you have so many moments where you come so close to the point where you almost beg him to take you?” he said bitterly.

Sabina let her hands fall to her sides. Was he really doing this? She went on to say, “I thought you understood back when I called myself a whore and you oh so nobly, dissuaded me from that notion and insisted that my reactions to Cyril were beyond my control.” Lionel looked down sheepishly as he ate the very words he spoke as Sabina fed them to him. “Or maybe I was wrong...”

Lionel’s head snapped up at this and he cried, “No. No, you weren’t.” Sabina raised a questionable eyebrow. “I understand completely. I meant everything I said back then and I still mean it now…I’ll always mean it,” he said as he lovingly brushed her cheek as he gazed into her eyes with a matching look. “I just – I just want to be the only one to please you.”

“But, you have been the only one to please me.”

“When Cyril hasn’t forced himself on you,” he mumbled; hate dripping from every word.

Sabina pursed her lips, still feeling just a pang of guilt. Then she placed her hands on Lionel’s chest and asked, “So, you want to be the only man to please me?”

“Yes. More than anything.”

Sabina studied her husband. She could hear the sincerity in his voice; see the passion and intent in his eyes; feel the longing to be her one and only in his body as the muscles contracted beneath his skin. “Then you will learn.”

“How?”

“…I will teach you.”

“W-When?” he stammered as he felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. He felt out of place; as if he were in a foreign country where the people spoke a language he could neither speak, nor understand.

Sabina looked at him knowingly and said, “We could start now if you’d like.”

Lionel looked into her eyes and was overcome by the need to acquiesce to Sabina’s every whim. The poor thing began to break out in a sweat. “M-M-May I c-close the door?” he stammered.

“It’s already closed, but you can lock it,” she replied flirtatiously.

Lionel quickly ran and did as he was told. When he returned to his spot in front of Sabina, he asked, “W-What now?”

“We’ll start with the basics. Of the five senses, only three are powerful when it comes to pleasing one’s partner. Those are sight, touch, and hearing. Today, we’ll focus on sight. We may continue depending on how well you do.” Lionel swallowed hard and nodded. Sabina could tell he was nervous, so she caressed his cheek and said, “It’s all right, love. No need to be nervous. You’ll do fine.”

Lionel smiled back at her and leaned into her touch. “Okay.”

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s begin. Look into my eyes.” He did and she held his gaze. “Don’t look away. Just keep looking at me…That’s it. What do you see?”

He shrugged. “…I see that you have very beautiful eyes.”

“Thank you,” Sabina said with a smile. “But, really. What is it that you see?”

“…My reflection?”

“Look harder, love.”

He squinted and pondered what she meant. Then it clicked and he said, “I see…focus.”

“Good. What else?”

“…Intent.”

“What else?” she asked in a way that showed she was looking for a particular answer.

“Love?”

“More,” she hinted.

“Passion.”

“Warmer…”

“…Desire?” Lionel said in a not-so-sure type of voice.

“Yes!” Sabina exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “You see desire. Remember, your eyes are key when it comes to pleasing your partner. Especially when you’re looking into my eyes.” She placed a hand on the back of his head and brought his forehead to hers as she continued to look into his eyes.

“The eyes are the window to the soul.”

“Exactly. That being said, they can convey one’s deepest thoughts and desires in a single glance alone.”

“So, what do I do when I can’t see your eyes?” he asked innocently.

“You study the body. We’ll get to that later, though,” she said with a pat on his chest. “Now, I want you to kiss me.”

He looked at her quizzically. I’ve kissed you a thousand times, he thought. How will this be any different? Oh, well. Here goes. Then he leaned in and prepared to kiss her, but before their lips could touch, he pulled away saying, “Wait…How would you like to be kissed?”

“Good,” Sabina said with a smile. “You’re learning.” She bit her lip and studied him for a moment, not saying a word. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular. All she was doing was thinking about how she’d answer him. “…Start softly. I’ll let you know if I need something more.” Lionel nodded. “When you’re ready.”

She waited, but he didn’t move. She figured he was just nervous, so she gave him some more time. A minute passed and he hadn’t moved to kiss her yet. “What’s wrong?” Sabina asked.

Lionel looked away, blushing and whispered, “I-I can’t do it with you watching.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” He shrugged. “Okay, then I’ll just close my eyes.”

“Thank you,” he breathed. He took a deep breath, licked his lips, and slowly leaned in. Then he kissed her softly. Her lips were as soft as rose petals. Sabina kissed back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lionel then began to suck on her bottom lip, causing Sabina to moan into the kiss. She ran her hands down his shoulders and they came to rest on his chest. He took it as his cue to go further. So, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him. When he felt more comfortable, he ran his hands up and down her sides, squeezing and feeling her every curve.

Sabina broke the kiss and turned her head, panting as the passion began to build inside of her. That didn’t stop Lionel. He continued by kissing the side of her face all the way down her neck where he began to nibble and suck the tender flesh. Sabina moaned at this. Another cue. So, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Once she was secure in his embrace, he carried her to the bed, laid her down as gently as possible, and continued to nibble and suck on her neck.

He had barely begun to tug at her panties before Sabina patted his chest and said, “Stop, stop, stop.” He pretended that he didn’t hear her and continued, hoping she would change her mind. “Lionel, stop,” she said more firmly. He looked at her and by the look in her eyes, she meant business.

As much as he didn’t want to, he respected her and stopped. She paused to catch her breath as she looked up at him; her eyes full of desire. “You…exceeded my expectations,” she breathed. “You’re more than ready. You have a good handle on reading bodily responses and listening to a certain extent. However, I still need to teach you what I like. So, your hearing will be tested further.”

“When?” Lionel asked eagerly because the poor thing was already hot, bothered, and dying for release.

Sabina tapped his nose with a playful smile on her face and said, “Later.”

“How much later?” he whined.

“…We’ll see.”

“Sabina, please!” He begged as he began kissing her neck desperately. “I want you and I want you now!”

She gently pushed him away with a sigh and caressed his face. “Yes, and I want you, too. But, you must learn self-control, darling…Don’t good things come to those who wait?” He nodded despite how much he hated how cliché the timing for that phrase was. “I’ll tell you when. Don’t worry,” she said reassuringly.

Seeing that he failed to sway Sabina, Lionel sat up dejectedly and pouted as Sabina unhooked her legs from around his waist. “Please don’t make me wait long,” he begged.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll let you know.” Then she sat up, pecked him on the lips, and then went to freshen up before she went to tend to baby Lionel.

Lionel stared after her and shook his head in wonder. The things I do for love, he thought.
Broken: Chapter 28
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When Faye came to, she was lying on her back. Her hands were free and she was feeling a little confused, but also blithe. Her shoulders were sore and her wrists had faint rope burns around them. She cursed Cyril silently as she assessed herself. Surprisingly, she was still dressed in her lingerie and she felt…dirty, to say the least. When she looked up, she found Cyril sitting at the foot of the bed, facing away from her.

“Oh, you’re finally awake,” he turned and said with a smile. “I thought you were out for the count…Are you all right?”

“…A little sore, but I’ll be all right,” Faye said with a wince as she sat up.

“Good. Because I’m not done with you.” He crawled up to her and kissed her until she was on her back again.

Something felt different to Faye. Cyril wasn’t being threatening, demanding, or sadistic. He was being kind and gentle; the way she was used to seeing him. “Wait, wait, wait,” Faye said as she gently pushed Cyril away so she could sit up. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” Cyril asked, confused by her question.

“Why are you being so kind after you tied me up, wouldn’t let me touch or look at you, hit me, and practically pounded me into the bed?”

Cyril took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry, Faye. I was…hurt, angry, and a host of other things. And I needed – I needed something to take my frustrations out on. You were the closest thing and I’m sorry for putting you through all that. That side of me only comes out during certain situations and…this just so happened to be one. Once again, I apologize and you will never see that side of me again…Unless you ask or give me a good reason to show you that side,” he added with a mischievous grin.

Faye couldn't stay mad at him when he made a face like that, but she had to let him know something. “There’s a chance I might get pregnant, you know,” she said innocently.

“I won’t sell it, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“I’m not implying anything,” she said with a shrug. “I just wanted to let you know, so you wouldn't be confused if it happened.”

“You need to give me more credit, love,” he said as he crawled back on top of her. “There’s no way I would forget the conception of my own child.”

“Well, if I do get pregnant,” Faye began as she wrapped her arms around Cyril’s neck, “and I have a boy, his name will be Cyril Lathorien Van Tassel II. What do you think?”

“That sounds wonderful, Faye.” He pecked her on the lips. “Now, as I said before, I’m not done with you.”

“I’m all yours. Do with me as you please.”

“Gladly.” He started with her neck, planting gentle kisses here and there.

“Oh, Cyril,” Faye whispered, running her hands across his shoulders.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes…More, please?”

He ran a single finger down her chest, past her navel, and it came to rest on her womanhood, which he started to rub seductively slow. Faye moaned and immediately arched into his touch, begging for more. Cyril continued to torture her at his slow pace, but acquiesced and picked up the pace when she started pulling his hair. He let her get her rise, but as soon as she started mewling and clawing at his shirt, he stopped.

Faye looked up at Cyril with tearful questioning eyes and choked, “Why? Why’d you stop? It was just starting to feel-,” He silenced her with a kiss and Faye instantly started to melt. Before she could be completely whisked away, Cyril broke the kiss.

He looked down at her and said, “Because you still have to learn who’s boss.” Faye opened her mouth to retort, but Cyril cut her off saying, “And you need to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?”

Of course, I trust you! If I didn’t trust you, I never would’ve come back in the first place! Now, are you going to make love to me or not?”

Cyril looked her over in a prudish manner without saying a word. Then without a warning, he grabbed the front of Faye’s chemise and pulled, ripping it clean off her. Faye looked down at herself then up at the material in Cyril’s hand in horror. “What is wrong with you?!” she shrieked. “I loved that chemise!”

“You don’t need it for what we’re about to do anyway,” Cyril said as he tossed the rag aside and began to disrobe. It was a distraction, anyway, he thought.

“But, it was so pretty,” Faye pouted.

“I’ll buy you a prettier one.” He tossed his shirt to the floor some feet away from the bed.

“But, that was the prettiest one for miles around!” she whined.

Cyril rolled his eyes exasperatedly. “Fine. I’ll buy you a replacement along with a few others if it’ll make you feel any better. But, will you please just stop whining long enough not to kill the mood?”

“…I’ll try.”

Cyril rid himself of his pants and underwear and said, “Thank you.” Then he assumed the position, planted a gentle kiss on Faye’s lips, and continued his trail down to her neck. Faye turned her head in the opposite direction, giving him more access to her flesh. Cyril took advantage of that, sucking and biting the pale unblemished flesh.

Faye was starting to get restless. “Cyril,” she whined. “I’ve had enough. Do it, already.”

Being the devil he was, Cyril wasn’t about to give in so easily. He took one of her nipples and squeezed, eliciting a gasp from Faye. Then he followed that with a twist, making her yelp and beg for mercy. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she squealed. Then Cyril let go and smiled to himself. “You’re…so…mean,” Faye said between pants.

“You love it, though.” Faye looked away and covered her face as she turned scarlet red. She didn’t want to admit it, but a part of her liked it when Cyril tortured her. Cyril chuckled and said, “I’m not judging you. I just find it…awfully cute.”

“Please just get this over with,” she mumbled.

“One does not rush love, my dear,” Cyril said, removing Faye’s hands from her face. “It is meant to be savored and memorable.”

He held Faye’s gaze for what seemed to be an eternity. He had something in his eye; something Faye had only seen when he had seen or spoken of Sabina. Was this…love? Could it have been the one thing she had been dying to have ever since she met him?

As if he had read her mind, Cyril said, “I love you, Faye…Never forget that.”

Those words were enough to make Faye cry. She reached up, wrapped her arms around Cyril, and wept with joy. She had finally achieved her goal; she had won Cyril’s heart and was overjoyed to no measure.

She released him enough to look in his eyes and said, “I love you, too…I’ve loved you for a long time, now. And I’m just so happy to know that the feeling is mutual. Now, if you would please – Please make love to me. I can’t wait anymore!”

Cyril assumed the position and looked at Faye for clearance, which she gave. Before he moved, Faye stopped him and whispered, “Don’t hold back.” He nodded then buried himself deep inside of her. He waited for Faye’s permission to continue. “Move,” she whispered and he did. He made sure to take his time and go slowly because he wanted to savor the moment, as he had said before.

“Faster,” Faye breathed when she felt she needed more from Cyril. He gladly obliged and watched amazed as Faye began to lose herself in the passion. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung agape in pure ecstasy as she allowed herself to feel and relish the feelings Cyril was causing her to feel in that moment.

“Oh, Faye,” Cyril moaned as he started to thrust deeper, causing Faye to scream as she dug her nails into his back. He hissed at the sensation, but took much pleasure in knowing that Faye was enjoying this just as much as he, if not more so.

Soon after, Faye was a moaning, babbling mess beneath Cyril. He had brought her to four climaxes and she was still begging for more. Cyril was patient and hadn’t released yet because he was more concerned about Faye’s pleasure since this was their first time actually “making love” and he wanted it to be special for her.

“Cyril,” Faye moaned, “t-take me from the side.”

“Feeling…adventurous, are we?” he asked as he turned her on her side, lifted her leg, placed it over his shoulder, and began to take her in the way she asked.

“Y~Y~Yes!” she squealed as she reached yet another climax. Cyril stopped moving upon seeing Faye go limp after this. Was she still breathing? He got his answer when he saw her stir and she looked up at him, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief. Then she asked, “Why’d you stop?”

“Because I thought you…”

“I’m fine,” Faye insisted. “It’s just that the last one was…very intense.” She looked at him sideways for a moment. “You haven’t come yet…why do you hold back?”

“I-I wanted to pleasure you.”

“Oh, please,” Faye mumbled as she took her leg from over Cyril’s shoulder, turned around, and gently pushed Cyril back until he was lying down. Then she got on top of him, straddling his hips. “You shouldn’t be concerned about me…I’m the one who should be concerned...” She started to ease herself onto his throbbing member. “A-About…you.”

Cyril looked up at her in wonder as she took him in completely. By the look on Faye’s face, he could tell that she was in a good place; a very good place. “Y-You-,” he said breathlessly.

“D-Don’t worry about me,” Faye hissed as she grabbed his idle hands and placed them on her hips. “Just…love me.” Then she began to grind her hips against him. Cyril got this hint and immediately took control. He grabbed her hips and thrust upward, pulling her down to meet him.

It wasn’t long before Faye got lost in the pleasure of it all. Cyril was an animal; the most ardent she had ever seen him. He was giving it his all; his best. She could honestly say she felt that he was…enjoying this. She confirmed it when she felt one of his hands find its way up to her breast. “Ah, Cyril,” she gasped as she arched into his touch. Then he seized her nipple and squeezed, causing her to bite back a moan.

Cyril looked up at Faye. She was lost in euphoric bliss. Her cheeks were blazing red, her eyes glazed over, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth; all while he impaled her. He figured it wouldn’t be long until she came again, so he decided to change things. He flipped her so that she was once again on her back and he was on top. Then he began to thrust like a mad man; rousing many moans and mewls from Faye.

He leaned forward and started licking, biting, and sucking Faye’s neck and chest. He didn’t know how she felt about marks, but that didn’t matter to him then. All he was concerned with was fulfilling his urge to lick, suck, or bite something. Faye didn’t protest. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to voice her pleasure. Then it got to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore. “Cyril,” she panted. “I-I can’t hold it anymore!”

“Wait for me, Faye.”

“I-I’ll try,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as she dug her nails into Cyril’s shoulders, trying to hold it together.

Cyril thrust his hips at least ten more times, each weakening Faye’s willpower even more. On his final thrust, he let out a cry of pure satisfaction as he reached his climax and released inside of Faye who screamed his name as she reached her climax as well. Then Cyril collapsed on top of her and the two tried to catch their breath.

When they’d come down from their high, they were able to look at each other. Neither said a word; they just stared at each other fondly. Faye was tempted to ask for another go, but she decided against that since she had had her fill and she didn’t want to be too demanding. Besides, she had said that it was about Cyril’s pleasure to begin with. Instead, she just smiled at Cyril and stroked his face with the back of her hand. Cyril closed his eyes and savored her touch because it truly was a gift to him; one that he wouldn’t take for granted.

Then Cyril playfully nuzzled Faye’s neck, causing her to squeal at the tickling sensation. When he had stopped and Faye had caught her breath, she asked, “Are you satisfied or do you feel that you need to…take out your frustrations further?”

“No,” Cyril replied as he turned so he was lying beside Faye on his side. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Did I please you?” she asked as she fiddled with the sheet.

“Yes. Yes, you did.”

Faye smiled at this small victory, but she just wanted to know one more thing. “Was I better than Sabina?” Her eyes locked with Cyril’s and the loving smile he wore disappeared in seconds. “Well?”

“…You know that’s not fair,” he said in a somewhat strained tone of voice as he looked away from her. It was as if he were fighting the urge to lash out at her.

“Cyril, I just want to know,” Faye insisted.

“What difference does it make?” He turned and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“It—I…I just want to know that I can make you feel just as good as Sabina did.” She placed her hands on his shoulders. “I need to know so I can learn how to please you the way you deserve to be.”

Cyril sat, pondering what Faye had said. He didn’t speak for a long time. He wondered what possessed Faye to ask him that after they had shared such a beautiful moment. It wasn’t necessary, let alone fair for her to ask such a question; considering what had transpired not even two hours before. He still loved Sabina despite the fact that she hated him and regretted that she ever loved him. “You pleased me, Faye.”

Faye’s hands slid off his shoulders and she came to sit beside him, but he didn’t look at her. “…But?” she asked expectantly.

“But…” Cyril scoffed before he rubbed his eyes then ran his hands through his hair until his fingers came to rest at the base of his neck as he held his head down and stared at the floor. “It wasn’t fair for you to ask me that.”

“Why?” Faye asked innocently.

“Don’t play coy with me, Faye. You know exactly why you shouldn’t have asked me.”

“…Cyril-,”

“I l—I love Sabina and I did a terrible thing to her…to our daughter…to us. And I realize that by doing so, I have ruined any chance of ever getting back into her good graces or winning back her affections. That is why you shouldn’t have asked me whether you were better than her, my dear,” Cyril ended as he came to glare at Faye with cold eyes, causing her to shy away from him.

“…So, does that mean I wasn’t better?” Cyril didn’t reply. “W-What can I do bet-,”

Cyril sucked his teeth and hissed, “Get out.”

Faye looked at Cyril in shock. She blinked a few times as she tried to process what he had just said to her. Before she could ask him what he said, he cut her off again saying, “Get. Out. You’ve caused me enough headache and heartache in one night.”

“But, Cyril, I-,”

“I’m not going to ask you again,” he said in the lowest, most ominous voice Faye had ever heard him speak.

She glared at him as her heart filled with rage. Then her expression softened to that of one who is genuinely confused. “I…I don’t understand,” she said quietly.

“You don’t have to understand, Faye,” Cyril said with an exasperated sigh.

“I just want to know-,”

Cyril had heard enough of her whining. “Alright, you want to know my honest opinion?” he snapped. “Fine, I’ll give it to you: You are no match to Sabina. It’s possible that you could be in time, but now…not so much.”

Faye was silent for some time. She was trying to take the blow that Cyril rendered to her. So, I’m not good enough? she thought. Will I…ever be good enough? Will I ever compare to-, She couldn’t finish her thought. Just the thought of being inferior to Sabina sent her into a furious rage.

She jumped from the bed, came to stand in front of Cyril and said, “I took the liberty to pleasure you and this is the thanks I get?! How dare you! Who do you think you are?!” Her voice rose with every word as the rage continued to course through her veins.

As she continued to rant, Cyril got up, went to his dresser, grabbed a clean white shirt, walked over to Faye, put it on her, and escorted her to the door. Once she was over the threshold, he slammed the door in her face and locked it before she could utter another word. Then Cyril trudged back to his bed where he collapsed and drifted off to sleep.

Faye stood before Cyril’s bedroom door wearing a face that displayed utter sadness. She placed her hand on the dark wooden frame and her face soon followed. She closed her eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry, Cyril…I didn’t mean to upset you.” She honestly didn’t think that he would get so worked up over such a simple question.

However, this so-called simple question was far from simple. She only came to uncover the underlying power of the complexity this question held. To Faye, all she was doing was seeking guidance as to how she could properly please Cyril in asking said question. To Cyril, she was reminding him of how he had failed as a lover and confidant in regards to Sabina and that made him feel even worse than he already felt. Faye partially understood why he was upset, but she couldn’t seem to comprehend the whole picture because in her mind, Cyril should have been over Sabina since he was supposed to love her hence why he returned to his room to meet her that evening.

Faye waited a little while before she left, hoping Cyril would cave and let her back in. That moment never came. So with a defeated sigh, she turned on her heel and began to wander the halls. She wandered aimlessly for what seemed to be hours until she found herself in an empty guest room. She turned on the light and the beauty of the room instantly astounded her. Faye took in the lovely combination of crimson and black against delicate splashes of gold. The floor was a beige marble unlike the typical white throughout the mansion, but it went well against the dark wood of the furniture. The sheets and drapes were a beautiful deep crimson with intricate black embroideries.

However, the most beautiful thing in the room happened to be a large golden clock, which hung on the wall opposite of the bed. Faye got closer so she could get a better look at it. She assumed that it was an antique worth a lot of money and she could understand why. Everything was practically pure gold, besides the face. She stared at it in awe. Then something else caught her attention. On a small end table near the closet, a small picture frame held a picture of a woman. Faye made her way over and picked up the picture. She saw the woman had long wavy black hair, sported a smile with her red lips closed, and her dark eyes – held an expression so intense that you felt like an unknown force was drawing you in.

Faye’s fascination was broken when she heard someone say, “Faye?” She looked up and saw Alfred standing in the doorway. “What are you doing in here? Better yet, what are you doing up this late?”

“U-Uh, Cyril kicked me out,” she stammered as she placed the picture in its original place. “So, I found myself wandering and I eventually stumbled upon this room.”

“Ah, I see…It is lovely, though, isn’t it?” Alfred asked as he entered the room and looked around.

“What?”

“Why, the room, of course.”

“Ah…Yes, it is,” Faye replied as she mirrored Alfred and looked around the room.

“This used to be Rose’s room,” he said with a smile.

“Who?”

“Rose. Rose Santillian-Devereux.” He noticed that Faye still looked confused. He sighed, “Cyril’s very first love.”

“Oh…Is this her?” Faye asked, pointing to the picture.

Alfred came closer and picked up the picture. Then he put it back down with a smile, saying, “Yes, it is.”

“Where is she now?”

“I’m afraid she died prematurely, so you won’t have the pleasure of meeting her.”

“What happened to her?”

“No one knows,” Alfred said with a shrug. “She just…died unexpectedly.”

“…Cyril must’ve been heartbroken.”

“He was…So much so, that he locked himself away in his study and didn’t come out for forty days.”

“Oh, my goodness…” Faye shivered at the morbidity of the picture her mind painted of Cyril wallowing in sorrow. However, part of her somewhat envied Rose for her ability to entrance the man so much that he would react that way. How she longed to have such an effect on Cyril. “…She was beautiful, though,” she managed despite said envy.

“Yes, indeed she was; both inside and out.”

“How did she and Cyril meet?”

“Well, he bought her along with Jacques.”

“Oh? Then was she Jacques’ sister?”

“Oh, no darling. You’ve got it all wrong. Rose was Jacques’ wife.” Faye’s eyes grew wide at this news. “Yes, Cyril has always seemed to have an affinity toward women who are in some kind of relationship whether it be marriage, betrothal, courtship – You name it, he’s done it.”

“Then…what was so different about Rose?”

“I wish I could tell you, Faye. But, I don’t know. Yes, she was beautiful outwardly and inwardly, but I can’t tell you exactly what drew Cyril to her. Perhaps it was the same thing in her he sees in Sabina.” He chuckled, but soon stopped when he noticed Faye wasn’t laughing. “No one has been in this room for ages.”

“Is it the same from when she died?” Faye asked in a rather monotonic voice.

“Yes, it is. This was her domain, all right. The smell, the colors…everything in here is a small representation of Rose.”

“...Alfred?” Faye said rather suddenly.

“Yes?”

“Have you ever…made love before?” Alfred’s eyes grew wide, his face went red, and his throat got dry. He began to stammer all over himself. Then Faye smiled at him and that didn’t help, either. “It’s all right if you haven’t,” she said as she began to walk toward him.

Alfred continued to stammer as he backed away from her. Then the backs of his legs hit the foot of the bed. He was trapped with nowhere to go.

“What’s the matter?” Faye asked innocently as she raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek. “You’re sweating terribly and you’re shaking like a leaf.”

“F-F-Faye, why did you a-a-ask me s-s-such a q-question?”

Faye smiled again as she continued to caress his face. “Because I’d like to make you an offer,” she replied.

Alfred was afraid to ask what this offer entailed, but he asked anyway. “Wh-What is it?”

“…I want you, Alfred.” He looked down at her in shock. “And I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me lately. I also saw back when I was younger and more…naïve, but I never addressed it since I wasn’t sure what these signs meant.”

“Faye, I’ve never-,”

“You want me…I know you do…and you know what? I want you, too. And I am willing to give myself to you just so you can do what you’ve always wanted to do.”

“B-But, Faye, I-,”

She put a finger to his lips and whispered, “Is it me that you think of when you’re alone in your quarters at night, Alfred? Is it my face that you see when you close your eyes as you pleasure yourself?” She ran her hand down his cheek, neck, and torso until it came to rest on his belt buckle. “Am I the one you wish to violate, dominate, and make into your dripping wet fantasy?”

Alfred was shaking so bad he thought he would faint. He was trying to keep his composure because all he wanted to do right then was grab Faye and derail her right there on the floor where she stood. “Y-Yes,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.

Faye smiled upon hearing this. “Then, by all means…do what you must,” she said as she took a step back and waited for Alfred to make his move. When he didn’t move, Faye asked, “What’s the matter?”

“W-Well, this is embarrassing,” he mumbled as he twiddled his thumbs.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I…I don’t…I don’t really know how.” He braced himself for the outburst of laughter he was expecting, but it never came.

Faye asked, “Is this really your first time?”

Alfred looked down at the floor as his cheeks began to flush again. “Yes,” he mumbled.

“Aw!” Faye squealed. “That’s adorable!”

“P-Please don’t-,”

“It’s all right, Alfred. There’s no need to be ashamed…If you’re willing, I’d be honored to be the first woman you bed.”

Alfred was able to calm down knowing that Faye was giving him a choice in the matter. Yes, he was somewhat ecstatic. He had been waiting for this moment ever since Cyril had brought her home and now that he had the chance to take her, he was ready to jump at the opportunity. Despite the fact, part of him did not want to take this opportunity for two reasons: Cyril and his knowledge of Faye’s relationship with Cyril. Although he was grateful for the opportunity to choose, he couldn’t help but feel that Faye would still convince him even if he did decline. Plus, she also had the power to speak against him to Cyril. In that moment, he was between a rock and hard place.

Faye slightly tilted her head as she wondered why Alfred hadn’t said anything. “Well?” she asked.

Alfred looked down at the floor and swallowed hard. Then he looked at her and asked, “What about Cyril?”

“…Cyril won’t ever know,” Faye replied with a smile.

Alfred looked at her skeptically. He wasn’t sure about her. How could he know if she was being truthful when he didn’t know her all that well to begin with. “How do I know I can trust you?” he asked, squinting at her.

Faye moved so she sat beside him on the bed. “You could start by closing the door,” she said softly.

Alfred looked at the door and saw that it was wide open. It seemed almost ironic; like the door of a small birdcage left open. It was the perfect opportunity to escape, but did he want to escape the thing he’d been hoping for all this time? He slowly rose from the bed and began to approach the door.

As he walked, he could feel Faye’s eyes boring into his back like daggers. Everything in his being was telling him to leave; no explanation necessary. He was then standing at the door; his hand on the doorknob and unsure what his next move would be. Would he save himself from the risk of being found out and having to face the wrath of Cyril? Or would he take the risk for what it was worth and allow himself to get lost in whatever pleasure Faye had to give him?

He sighed then turned to look at Faye and said in the most dignified voice he could muster saying, “I’m sorry, Faye…The offer you made is very, very tempting, but I can’t bring myself to do this. It’s wrong and I won’t allow myself to betray my master. He’s been too kind to me as it is.”

Faye did not speak. Neither did she move to try to touch him. All she did was stare at him blankly, which slightly unnerved Alfred. She held his gaze for a long time; her stare was so intense that it literally kept Alfred in place. He felt paralyzed; like one of the unfortunate souls in Greek mythology who looked into the eyes of Medusa.

He was about to bid her good night when she asked, “Why do you think that sleeping with me will be betraying Cyril?”

“W-What do you mean?” Alfred asked, confused as to how Faye could not understand his explanation as to why he refused to sleep with her.

“How can you betray someone if they don’t know about the supposed betrayal?”

“They may not know, but I will know and I don’t want the burden of knowing I betrayed my master on my conscience. I could never bring myself to look him in the eye after…taking something of his.”

“Aw, how noble of you,” Faye said with feign admiration for Alfred’s devotion to Cyril. Then she crossed the floor and pushed the door shut before leaning against it. “But, I’m not taking no for an answer,” she said with a wicked smile.

Alfred looked at her as if he were looking at the devil himself. “Faye, I am going to ask you once and only once to step aside.”

“Or what? You’ll run and tell Cyril I tried to seduce you?” She chuckled upon seeing him scowl in frustration. “Do you not know who you’re talking to? I have the power to make or break you. All I have to do is tell Cyril that you raped me and he will not hesitate to end you.”

“Master Van Tassel knows me well enough to know that I would never do such a thing!” Alfred spat. He was outraged that a sweet girl like Faye would threaten to do something like that. It turns out that she wasn’t as sweet as he thought. “I have served him for seventeen years and not once have I ever offended him.”

“Do you really think that seventeen years will compare to his love for me?”

Alfred opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. He knew that Cyril had a hot head, which often led him to act without thinking and that was the very thing he feared the most. Despite how much he wanted to believe that Cyril would consider his knowledge of Alfred’s character were Faye to falsely accuse him, he feared that the man would not even bother to listen to him in his fit of rage and have him punished to the highest degree. “Yes,” he replied despite his doubt. “...Yes, I do. Now, if you would please step aside, I must be getting to bed.”

Faye did not move. Instead, she looked up at Alfred with a quizzical look on her face. He could see the gears turning in her head, but he wasn’t sure what her next move would be. He was about to ask her to move a third time when she said, “You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Believe what?”

“That your seventeen years of impeccable service will outweigh Cyril’s love for me.” Alfred looked down at the floor. “I knew it…” She walked past him and sat at the foot of the bed. “You asked how you knew you could trust me before…So, let me prove it to you.”

“How?” Alfred asked with a tilt of his head.

Faye smiled seductively and whispered, “Come here.” Alfred took one step toward her. “Closer.” Two steps. Faye was getting annoyed, so she just said, “Let me be frank. I’ll prove myself by offering myself to you to use however you please, but there’s a catch.”

“I’m listening,” Alfred said as he came even closer.

“You must agree to come pleasure me whenever I call…and in exchange, I promise to never tell Cyril anything about you violating me. Do we have a deal?”

“So, if I agree to sleep with you whenever you ask from this point on,” Alfred began as he sat beside her on the bed, “you promise not to falsely accuse me?” Faye nodded.

Alfred assessed the situation. He knew he was running a great risk because who was to say whether Faye was telling the truth then? She could always go to Cyril after their affair on that evening. Then again, he had always wanted to do things to Faye or have her do things to him. He wasn’t sure which role he preferred at the moment, but nonetheless it was a rather thorny situation.

“Well?” Faye asked.

Alfred sighed and said, “I agree.” Faye began to cheer, but Alfred cut her off saying, “If you shake on it.” He extended his hand.

Faye looked at his hand then at him. Then she slid closer to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “How about a kiss instead?”

“Deal.” Then suddenly, Alfred pulled her in for a kiss. As soon as their lips crashed, he began to lick and suck with such skill he seemed to be more profound than Cyril. Faye savored the feeling for as long as she could until the need for oxygen became an issue.

She pushed Alfred away, gasping for air before she came to stare at him. When she’d caught her breath, she asked with astonishment, “Where…did you learn to kiss like that?”

Alfred looked away as his face began to flush. “If you really must know,” he mumbled. “M-Master Van Tassel taught me.” Then he looked back at her.

Faye’s eyes grew wide in shock. Did she want to know the method of Cyril’s teaching? She wasn’t even sure herself.

Upon seeing her expression, Alfred explained, “Well, he along with a maid…” Faye was still silent. “Wait…Did you think-? Did you think that Master Van Tassel and I…?” She nodded. “No, no, no. I have never kissed a man before in my life and I’m sure Master Van Tassel could say the same!”

“I’m sorry,” Faye giggled. “I guess I was just trying to say that you’re a good kisser. A very good kisser.”

“Thank you,” he replied, bowing his head.

“Since it’s your first time,” Faye began as she climbed on top of Alfred and straddled his hips, “I suppose I ought to make it special.”

She lifted her hands and bent backwards until her hands met the marble floor and back flipped, landing into a perfect split. Then she rose and began to twist and turn to a rhythm all her own as her hair swung in time. Alfred was entranced by her movements as he watched her execute them with such precision that the finest of dancers would envy her.

Although Faye had never danced like this before – not even for Cyril – she made sure that every move was intentional. Every step she took, every turn she made, every sway of her hips, and every glance at Alfred was deliberate. She wanted to make his first time memorable for him and by the look on his face, she could tell that it was something he would not soon forget. She then opened Cyril’s oversized shirt and let it drape over her shoulders. She saw Alfred’s eyes grow large, so she sought to play a little game. She covered her shoulders again then draped it off again and watched the poor man react in the most adorable ways.

When she figured that Alfred had had enough of her teasing, she ended her dance with a turn leaving her with her back toward him. Then she let the shirt fall off her shoulders and pool at her feet. She heard Alfred gasp upon seeing her naked form save for her white lace panties. She looked over her shoulder and winked at him before she turned and made her way over to him. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, straddling his hips again as she caressed his face.

“W-Why, y-y-yes, I did,” he stammered as he struggled to keep looking her in the eyes. It was his first time ever being this close to a woman. Let alone, a naked woman at that.

Faye smiled down at him and said, “Good.” Then she took his idle hands in hers and placed them on her hips. “Now, since this is your first time, I’d like it to be both a wonderful experience as well as a learning experience.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Oh, Alfred,” she said affectionately, causing shivers to run down Alfred’s spine. “I want you to explore and enjoy the pleasures that the female body has to offer as well as see if you can please me as well.”

“H-How will I know that I’m doing a good job?”

“Oh, you’ll have a decent idea…Shall we begin?”

“…O-Oh, yes. Of course.”

Faye simply prepared herself for whatever Alfred had to give. He started to explore her invisible curves, running his hands up and down her sides. Then he slid his hands down to squeeze her buttocks, causing her to jump. “Easy, tiger,” she said playfully.

Then to her surprise, he slid his hands upwards and began to pay close attention to her breasts, tracing small delicate circles around them before he began to pluck her nipples. Suddenly, he got bold and started to suck on them, eliciting a shudder from her. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling away much to Faye’s disappointment.

“N-Nothing,” Faye breathed. “I just like it when you do that.”

“Oh,” he said. I’ll remember that for next time, he thought. He then began to caress her belly. All he got was a sigh from Faye, so he started to move his hand lower. He heard her breath hitch and that’s when he knew he was well on his way to giving and receiving pleasure. So, he lifted Faye and laid her down on the bed. He internally begged Rose’s forgiveness for soiling her most sacred earthly possession with the fruit of his lust, but he was so close to possessing something he believed he’d always wanted. He looked up at Faye for permission, which she granted, then he removed her panties and tossed them aside.

When he saw her flower, he couldn’t help but stare. He had never seen anything like it. “M-May I?” he asked.

“Please,” Faye replied, spreading her legs even wider, giving him all the room to explore. It started with some clumsy touching and poking. Then he began to rub and pinch. When finally he got the urge to taste, Faye bit back a moan as his tongue made contact with the most sensitive spot on the female body. “Alfred, please,” she begged. “Take me now. I can’t wait anymore.”

“B-But, I-,”

Please!” Her eyes said it all. She wanted him; needed him. And he didn’t want to disappoint her. So, he disrobed immediately and assumed the position he’d seen Cyril take with Sabina that one time. “So, you aren’t completely a virgin if you know what to do,” Faye said mischievously. “Where did you learn this?”

“…I’d rather not share.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“A-Are you ready?” he asked gently.

“The question is: are you ready?”

Alfred looked at her as he considered all the events leading up to this moment. He wouldn’t have taken the time to study and explore her body if he wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen. “Yes, I believe I am.”

“Just…be gentle,” she said as innocently as she could.

“I’ll try,” he replied. He took a deep breath, aligned himself then began to enter her.
The smug look Faye had slowly began to contort into a look of pure shock as she felt herself almost being torn in two. “Ouch,” she hissed.

“Am I hurting you?” Alfred asked, stopping himself from going any further. Faye shook her head no, but Alfred knew she was lying. “Faye, if it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop.”

“No, I want it!” she exclaimed, as she looked at him with desperate eyes.

“…Okay.” Then Alfred reluctantly continued. It seemed to take forever, but he was getting there. By that time, Faye had covered her mouth to muffle any pained sounds she was making that would stop Alfred from going through with their agreement. “A-Almost there,” Alfred grunted. She’s so tight, he thought as he fought to keep his composure. Despite the pain he was causing her which she denied, this felt a thousand times better than when he was alone. “Oh, Faye.”

“Alfred,” Faye squealed as she clawed at the sheets, seeking some kind of remedy for this feeling of being stretched beyond her capacity. “I feel like I’m being torn in half!” she cried.

With a satisfied groan, Alfred was finally in. He looked down at Faye and saw tears streaming from her eyes. Then he began to panic. “W-What’s wrong, Faye? Speak to me.”

“You’re…so…big,” she replied.

“A-Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I just…” She looked him in the eyes and smiled. “I’ve never felt so…so full.”

“Am I bigger than-,”

“Yes…Yes, you are. Now, let’s see if you’re any better,” she said, bucking her hips against his.

Alfred smiled and said, “With pleasure.”

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The next morning, frantic knocking filled Sabina’s bedroom. Lionel was already awake, so he walked toward the door without saying a word as not to reveal himself. “Sabina, please open up! It’s me, Ms. Mariam! It’s urgent!” cried a desperate Ms. Mariam.

Lionel unlocked and opened the door placing his finger to his lips so Mariam would know to keep quiet. The poor old woman looked distraught. He had an idea what she was there about, but he didn’t let her know that. When she was quiet, he stepped aside and let her in, closing the door behind her. “Now, what’s the matter, Ms. Mariam?” he asked in a whisper.

“Hope is missing!” she managed to whisper in a hoarse voice despite her alarm. “When I went to feed her and her brother, her crib was empty,” she sobbed.

“I know, Ms. Mariam,” Lionel said flatly.

Mariam stopped weeping then looked at Lionel in shock. “You know? But, how?”

Lionel looked at Sabina who was remarkably still asleep. Then he took a step closer to Mariam, leaned in, and whispered, “Cyril sold her to Sabina’s former master last night.”

Mariam pulled away and gasped. “No!” Lionel shrugged. “That bastard!” she wept. “How dare he do such a thing! What did precious little Hope do to deserve that? And I should’ve known! He had the children moved to a different room! Why didn’t I see it then?!”

“It’s all right, Ms. Mariam,” Lionel managed, wrapping an arm around the poor woman he’d grown to love as a grandmother.

“Oh, and my dear Sabina! What-How is she?”

Lionel rolled his eyes. “How do you think?” he said rather bluntly.

“I-I’m sorry. She must be…Oh, poor thing. I’ll be praying for the both of you.”

“Thank you. It’s much appreciated. But in the midst of all this, please act as naturally as possible. The last thing we need is hysterics; especially Sabina.”

“I-I’ll do my best.”

“Thank you.” Lionel opened the door for her and closed it behind her, not forgetting to lock it.

He leaned back against the door and looked at the ceiling with a sigh. He’d been up half the night comforting Sabina, listening to her cry and moan. He even shed a few tears himself because he had lost a daughter too. At least that is how he saw Hope. As much time as he spent with her, she ought to have been his. Then he spent the other half of the night thinking and plotting his revenge. This was only the second time he had ever been so angered and saddened that he honestly had no idea what to do. Cyril had struck one too many nerves with Lionel. He had hoped the man would change, but sadly, that was not the case. That man was too dangerous for words and he needed to be stopped.

Lionel was brought back to reality when he heard his name being called faintly. He listened then heard it again. It was Sabina. She was finally awake. He rushed to her bedside and kissed her forehead lovingly. “I’m here, love. I’m here.”

“I thought you left me,” she choked.

“No,” he said shaking his head. “Never. Not at a time like this…not ever.”

Sabina looked broken. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, her hair was unkempt, and her spirit – oh, her spirit. The seemingly resilient flame that had once been there had been reduced to a heap of lukewarm coals. “Was that Mariam?” she asked.

“Yes, it was.”

“What did she want?”

Lionel hesitated. He couldn’t tell her that Mariam had come to tell her that Hope was gone. She’d gone through enough already, having witnesses the exchange herself. The last thing she needed was to be reminded upon waking up.

“What is it?” Sabina asked as she started to get self-conscious after watching Lionel stare at her for so long without uttering a word. She knew she had to look terrible, but somehow she felt there was more to his silence. “Let me guess…she wanted to tell me-,”

“Yes,” Lionel said as he looked away from Sabina. “She wanted to tell you about Hope,” he finished, trying not to sound so dejected. He heard Sabina’s breathe hitch. When he looked back at her, her eyes were squeezed shut as she was biting her lower lip and shaking as she silently choked on her sobs. He immediately pulled her close and hugged her tightly, kissing her temple apologetically.

“I-I’m sorry,” Sabina choked as she tried to get herself together.

“No, I’m sorry,” Lionel said as he pulled away just enough so he could look into her teary eyes. “I didn’t mean for you to-,”

“It was bound to happen anyway,” she said with a shrug. “I guess I’m not quite ready to accept the fact that she’s gone.”

“She’s not gone.”

“What’re you talking about?” Sabina said with a roll of her eyes.

“You speak as if she’s hundreds of miles out of reach.”

“Well, she is.”

“That may be so, but that doesn’t mean we’re not able to get her back.”

Sabina could feel the confidence pulsing from Lionel, but she couldn’t help but doubt. “Oh? How are we going to do that?”

“We’re going to take her back.”

Sabina sighed as she wiped away her tears. “You obviously don’t know Lars,” she sniffled.

“Who’s Lars?”

“He’s my former master…and he runs a much tighter ship than Cyril, here.”

“Does he have guards?”

“Plenty.”

“So, I guess we’re not just going to march up in there and demand to have Hope, huh?”

“We could try…but that would run the risk of us getting recaptured, forced into servitude, and possibly separated.”

“Then, what do you suggest we do?”

Sabina closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She loved Lionel to death, but she hated his naivete sometimes. It was obvious what he needed to do, but he wasn’t fit to figure it out on his own. So, Sabina said, “Lionel, before you kill Cyril, you must have him sign a document that ensures us our freedom and have him seal it with his signet ring.”

“And what will that do?”

“It will keep Lars from enslaving us.”

Lionel caressed Sabina’s face with his hand as a smile came to his face. “I knew I married you for a reason. Beauty and brains!”

“Promise me you’ll do so.”

“Trust me, my love. I will.”

Sabina smiled lovingly at her beloved husband. He had grown so much over the course of their short marriage even though it seemed like they had been married for centuries. She considered all he had done up until that very moment and was sure that he wouldn’t let her down and see his plan through. “When will you execute your plan?” she asked.

Lionel hesitated as he looked at her sheepishly. “Honestly…I don’t even know.”

“You don’t know?”

“No…” he said with a shake of his head.

Sabina was disappointed in Lionel, but she couldn’t be completely upset with him because she understood that these things took time and planning. Yes, she wanted vengeance, but he could only do but so much at this point in time. “Don’t worry, love,” she said as she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “…Something will fall through.”

“Hopefully,” he said, hanging his head.

“It will,” Sabina insisted as she lifted his head so she could look him in his eyes. “You just need the right opportunity, right?” He nodded. “What will that look like?”

“…I’ll know it when I feel it.”

Sabina sensed the surety in his voice and she couldn’t argue with that. “Well, be sure to let me know when you plan to execute your plan; because I’d like to be present at such a momentous occasion and witness justice being served cold.”

Lionel looked at Sabina in shock. Never had he imagined that he would see her desire – crave – to see someone suffer. “Darling, I mean no offense, but I think that I’d work better alone on this.”

Sabina’s demeanor changed from one of optimism and hope to one of dark, quiet rage. “Are you saying that I shouldn’t be present at his execution?”

Lionel chuckled, but there was no humor present. “No, love. That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

“Then what, pray tell, are you saying?”

He took her hand in his and said in a calm, gentle voice as if to soothe the savage beast saying, “All I’m trying to say is that you don’t have be present for something like this. Just let me take care of it and-,”

“So, you’re basically saying that I don’t have a right to be there,” Sabina said softly.

“No-,”

“Yes,” she snapped, turning to look at him quickly, “you are.” She snatched her hand out of his and stood to her feet. “Lionel, I have every right to be present at Cyril’s execution. Do you know how much damage this man has done to me – To us? He has used and abused me more times than I can count and I’m tired. I want – No – I need to see him suffer.

“I need to see him pay for what he has done,” she choked. “For that is the only way that I’ll be able to be free from all the pain, all the trauma, heartache, and headache he’s caused me. It is my right to be there. Don’t deny me my peace of mind...Please. I implore you.”

Lionel studied her and pondered her words. She was right. She had every right to be present at Cyril’s execution because she needed release from the prison known as Lord Cyril Van Tassel. “Alright,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll let you know.”

Sabina hugged him tightly. “Oh, thank you, Lionel. Thank you!”

Lionel hugged her back and whispered, “You’re welcome, love.”

Even though he had said that he’d let her know when he would execute his plan, Lionel didn’t mean it. He had no intention of letting Sabina anywhere near Cyril when he caught him. He understood that she wanted closure, but he needed it even more. He had been subjected to the horror of being forced to watch his wife get raped while he couldn’t do anything about it. Yes, Sabina had suffered from being raped countless times and was more than entitled to see this monster’s end. He understood how personal this was to her as a woman, since she had been violated, but it was even more personal to him as a man in that something of his was taken and he couldn’t even fight to protect it.

One way or another, Lionel was going to have his revenge…This he swore.
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Sabina awoke with a start. She looked around the bedroom and took in the scenery. It was dark, the curtains were drawn, and it was quiet besides Lionel’s snores. How long was I asleep? she thought. She went to sit up, but couldn’t do so since Lionel had his arms tight around her waist. She didn’t know why, but she had a strange sense of longing. She felt like she needed to talk to Cyril. It didn’t make any sense. She had just rejected his proposal for the second time and now she needed to talk to him? She shook her head at this and was able to disentangle herself from Lionel’s grip and the sheets, and get up without waking him. Then after putting on her robe, she left the room to look for Cyril.

Luckily, she caught a glimpse of him walking down the adjacent hallway. She ran to catch up to him and once he was in her sight again, she called out to him.

Cyril froze upon hearing his name, but not just in any voice; it was Sabina’s voice. He had expected her to be asleep, but he supposed that fate would say otherwise. He sighed then plastered a smile on his face, turned, and said, “Sabina, what a surprise. What are you doing up so late?”

“I could ask you the same,” she said with a chuckle. “But to be honest, I…woke up with a start and suddenly got the urge to speak to you. I don’t know why.”

“Hm…strange.”

“Very.”

“Was it about anything in particular?”

“No, not really…”

An awkward silence passed between the two. During which, Sabina took a moment to assess the man before her. He seemed…distracted. He kept fidgeting, scratching the back of his head, looking at his watch, and failing to make direct eye contact. His demeanor was different as well. Cyril was usually bold and extravagant; oozing confidence, but in this moment, he was quiet and reserved. One could even say secretive. Although he was speaking to her, it was clear that his thoughts were elsewhere.

“Are you alright?” Sabina asked.

“Huh? Oh, yes. I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You seem…distracted. Do you have to be somewhere or have something to do?”

“Why, yes. I actually have some business to attend to.”

“Oh?” Sabina said, suddenly curious. “I don’t mean to pry, but what kind of business?”

Cyril was prepared for that question. He lied through his teeth saying, “Just a small transaction along with some paper work that can’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Oh, alright then. Well, I’ll let you go take care of that.”

“Thank you for checking up on me, Sabina. I really appreciate it.”

Sabina gave him a small smile. “You’re welcome. Good night, Cyril.”

“Good night, love.”

Then Sabina turned on her heel and began to walk away, but just as she was getting ready to turn the corner to the hallway that led to her room, she stopped and looked back at Cyril who was then walking away. She suddenly got the urge to follow him. She didn’t know why she had this urge, but nonetheless, she decided to follow him; being sure to keep quiet while doing so.

She followed him down three corridors before she saw him stop at a door that looked awfully familiar. She dodged behind a large statue and watched him enter the room. He was in there for a long time. Then he emerged, carrying a small pink bundle. He was holding Hope. Then he just stood there, smiling down at her and talking to her. It surprised Sabina that she talked – or babbled – back. It was even more amazing that Cyril could be so gentle despite his violent alter ego.

Then he started walking down the hall. Sabina thought she could go back to her room, but then she looked around and took in her surroundings. It seemed eerily familiar to her…like she had been there before. The red carpet, the dark brown molding on the walls, and even the statue she hid behind moments before looked familiar. She ignored all that and followed Cyril.

Sabina soon found herself at the top of the stairs that led down to the grand foyer. She hid behind a column and watched Cyril go down the stairs and enter the sitting room where the light was already on. Something wasn’t right. Cyril said he had business to take care of not too long before, so wouldn’t he have gone to his office? And why did he have Hope? Sabina slowly descended the stairs and crossed the cold white marble floor toward the well-lit sitting room where she heard Cyril talking with someone, whose voice she did not recognize.

She stopped by the threshold and was overcome by an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. She could no longer hear the voices of Cyril and the mystery man. For all she knew, she was floating between time and space. Suddenly, she was brought back to reality when she heard Cyril say, “That will be ten thousand.”

Then Sabina peeked into the room and she froze at the sight of whom and what she saw unfolding before her. She had caught Cyril as he was about to sell their daughter, Hope, to her cruel former master, Lars. All she could say was, “Cyril.”

Then Cyril and Lars looked at her simultaneously. Cyril’s eyes grew large in horror at the sight of Sabina while a look of pure amusement came to Lars’ face. Cyril quickly retracted his extended hand that was about to receive a large bundle of money, and stammered, “S-Sabina. W-What’re you-,”

“What are you doing?” Sabina growled as she got to him in only two steps. “Why is he here? What is this?”

“I—We—He,”

“Is this the ‘business transaction’ you were referring to?” Sabina demanded. Cyril couldn’t answer her. “Cyril, ans-,”

“My, my, my,” said Lars as he came to stand between the two. “It’s a surprise seeing you again, Sabina. I never would’ve dreamed that I’d see your beautiful face in a million years.” He smiled that same sick smile that he would whenever he was plotting to have his way with Sabina when he owned her.

“Give me my daughter, you pervert,” she hissed.

“I’m sorry, dear. But, I can’t do that,” Lars said as he shrunk back from Sabina and drew Hope closer to him, as if he were trying to protect her from her own mother.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve already signed the documents and I was about to pay when you walked in.”

Sabina turned to Cyril and said, “Cyril, he can’t be serious.”

“…He’s right, Sabina. I can’t deny him the product after we’ve already signed off on it.”

“I can’t believe you,” Sabina said in disbelief. “How—How dare you speak of our daughter like she’s…chattel. How can you just up and sell her like this after you promised me you wouldn’t?!” Her voice was rising with every other word and tears were stinging the back of her eyes. “Do you even have a heart?”

“Sabina,” Cyril managed as he reached for her.

“No!” she screamed as she recoiled from him. “How dare you speak of denying a customer when I, this child’s mother, am standing here begging you not to deny me my daughter!”

“It’s busi-,”

“Damn you!”

Lars seized his opportunity and spoke up saying, “I hate to interrupt this lover’s quarrel, but I would really like to make my purchase so I could take this precious little one home to my lovely wife.”

Cyril then stepped toward Lars so he could complete the transaction. Before Cyril could take the money from Lars, Sabina jumped between the two and said, “Wait.”

Cyril was about to rebuke her when Lars raised his hand and silenced him. “Let her speak, Cyril. What is it, Sabina, dear?” he said.

Sabina swallowed hard as she prepared to say what she needed to say. “T-Take me…Leave Hope and take me instead.” That was the easy part. The next thing she had to say had to be the hardest, most sickening thing she would ever say, but she had to try for Hope’s sake. “If you take me, I’ll…let you do whatever you wish with me with absolutely no resistance…” She shuddered before she finished with, “or complaints.”

Silence filled the room. Sabina let her eyes fall to the ground as she waited for some kind of response. Whether it came from Cyril or Lars didn’t matter; she just wanted – needed to hear something…anything.

Lars looked her up and down. Then he looked at Cyril who was clearly seething. Being the sly bastard he was, Lars wanted to rile his good friend up even more. “You know what, Cyril?”

“What?” Cyril said through clenched teeth.

“I don’t know if Sabina told you this or not, but I was actually her former master before she came to stay with you. And believe me, don’t I envy you.” Lars shook his head as he thought about what his and Sabina’s children could have looked like.

“Oh, really?” Cyril asked, starting to loosen up in the least way possible.

“Yes. She was one hell of a fighter, though. Whatever did you do to get her to submit to you?”

“Cyril was kind, unlike you!” Sabina spat, surprising the two men. She’d grown tired of waiting to hear a decision on whether Lars would take her or not. “Now, please take me instead.”

Lars sighed. “As tempting as your offer is, Sabina, I cannot accept it.”

“But, why-,”

“You are Cyril’s property and I can’t make an offer unless he is willing to part with his property, which he obviously is not.”

Sabina turned to Cyril and choked, “Cyril, please. She’s my daughter…You can’t let him take her.” She grabbed his shirt desperately as she begged. “I’ll do anything – Anything you want.”

As much as it pained him to look into her teary eyes, he couldn’t give her what she wanted. “I’m sorry, Sabina…It’s already done.”

He went to take the money from Lars, but Sabina slapped the money out of Lars’ hand and screamed, “No! You’re not taking her!”

“Who are you to say what I won’t do?!” exclaimed Lars.

Sabina glared at him and said, “I am her mother, you bastard!”

“You are property, therefore your precious daughter is property as well!”

“I am a human being, you disgusting lecher!”

Lars was shocked at the fact that Sabina was arguing with him and Cyril had not intervened. He would have raised his hand to Sabina, but she was no longer his to discipline. So, he said, “Cyril, are you really going to let her talk to me like that?” Cyril was silent. “I can’t believe it. I never thought that I’d see the day the great Master Van Tassel allowed a slave to disrespect a guest. You’ve gotten soft, my friend.”

“Give me my daughter, Lars!”

Cyril bent down and picked the bills off the ground, stuck them in his pocket once he stood up, and said, “She’s all yours.”

Sabina turned to him and looked at him in disbelief.

“Thank you, Cyril,” said Lars. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.” He smiled, pleased with the deal he just made. Then he turned to leave.

“No!” Sabina screamed as she lunged at Lars, but Cyril grabbed her before she could reach him and restrained her. Sabina fought back, head butting him with the back of her head, which caused him to fall backwards onto the floor.

He recovered quickly and grabbed her foot as she tried to run to catch up to Lars and she fell. Cyril was able to climb up her body, pull her into a sitting position, entangle his legs with hers, and wrap one arm around her waist, and the other across her chest to the opposite shoulder. “Cyril, stop him!” she screamed as she watched Lars leave the room. “Stop him! STOP HIM!” Cyril made no move to do so.

They both could hear Hope crying. She was crying as if she knew she would never see her mother again and that made Sabina fight even harder, but she couldn’t shake Cyril off her no matter how hard she tried. She thrashed, bucked, and scratched; all to no avail.

Sabina didn’t know how long she was there on the ground entangled with Cyril, but all she knew was that she wanted to kill Lars and get her baby back. When she came out of her trance, she disentangled herself and ran to the foyer then out of the main doors, ignoring Cyril as he called after her.

Once outside, she looked around frantically as she searched for Lars. But, she soon realized that Lars and Hope were long gone. She was too late and there was nothing she could do. Then with a bowed head and slumped shoulders, she went back inside the mansion.

She closed the double doors and slowly began to make her way back to her room. Cyril called her, but she didn’t even hear him. That was the depth of her plight. So, he reached for her and she recoiled from him screaming, “No! Don’t touch me!”

“Sabina-,”

“Don’t even speak to me!” She glared at him with tearful eyes as her voice echoed through the halls. “Don’t you dare speak to me after what you’ve done.”

“Sabina, I’m sorry.”

“Liar,” she hissed.

“I’m n-,”

“Stop lying, Cyril! Stop lying to me, stop lying to yourself! You’re not sorry, so don’t shape your lips to say so. You sold your own daughter after you promised me you wouldn’t.”

“Sabina-,”

“You promised me, Cyril.”

“Sabi-,”

“You promised me, Cyril!” she exclaimed, stressing the word, ‘promised.’ So, the saying was true: A man is as good as his word. Cyril’s word apparently meant nothing since he broke a promise Sabina had believed he would keep, so she could easily say the same of him. Everything this man touches…breaks.

Cyril wasn’t satisfied, so he tried again and took a step toward her saying, “Sabina, I’m really sorry…I didn’t think-,”

“What?” Sabina snapped. “That I’d find out about your little business transaction? Let alone, act the way I am right now?” She laughed despite the tears that she fought to hold back. “You…are a monster and I can’t believe I actually loved you at one time.”

Cyril tensed upon hearing that. “You don’t mean that.” He could only lay one finger on her and Sabina scratched him under his left eye, drawing blood.

“Don’t touch me!” she growled, clearly annoyed by his countless attempts to touch her.

Then without a warning, Cyril grabbed her and backed her up against the wall, pinning her hands on either side of her head without saying a single word.

“Let go!” Sabina hissed as she struggled.

“You don’t mean any of that,” Cyril said with his voice trembling. “Tell me you don’t mean that. Tell me that you love me.”

Sabina stilled. Then she squared her jaw and looked Cyril directly in the eye and said, “I don’t love you, you heartless bastard…and I regret the day that I told you I did.”

Cyril flinched after hearing her say that she regretted ever telling him that she loved him. He bowed his head, released his hold on her, and took a few steps back.

“You have robbed me of one of the most precious things I’ve ever had for the second time…I was able to forgive you the first time — I even convinced myself to believe that I loved you then. But, this time,” She shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do so.” She started to walk away, then she turned back and added, “I hope that every time you see me, you see Hope. And when you see her, I hope that it stirs up a guilt so terrible inside you that it slowly eats you alive.” She could have gone on, but she chose to contain herself. Then she left without another word; leaving Cyril alone with his thoughts and recollections.

Once out of Cyril’s sight, Sabina ran back to her bedroom, fighting the tears as they threatened to fall despite her wishes to wait until she got to her sanctuary. Once at the door, she flung it open, slammed it shut, locked it, and leaned against it. Then she slowly sank to the floor, buried her face in her hands, and wept silently.

It was then that Lionel awoke. He heard someone crying, but couldn’t see who it was or where they were. So, he turned on the lamp on the nightstand. He squinted at the light then looked around the room and his eyes fell on a defeated looking figure that sat on the floor in front of the bedroom door. He disentangled himself from the sheets and all but ran to Sabina, wrapped her in his arms and began to comfort her.

Once Sabina felt Lionel’s arms around her, she began to weep even harder, knowing that she’d have to explain what happened, reliving the whole ordeal in her mind.

When she had finally calmed down, Lionel lifted Sabina’s head so he could look at her, wiped the tears from her eyes, and said in the gentlest voice, “You scared me, love. I’ve never seen you cry like this before. What happened?”

“I-It’s Hope…” she sniffled.

“Hope? What about her?”

Sabina bit back a sob. “C-Cyril sold her,” she choked.

Lionel wasn’t sure if he heard her correctly. He thought he heard her say that Hope was sick or something, but he had to be sure. So he asked, “What?”

Sabina couldn’t hold back anymore. “Cyril sold her!” she sobbed, burying her face in Lionel’s chest; her body wracking from the force of her cries.

“What? No…” Lionel couldn’t believe it. Cyril wasn’t that heartless…was he?

“It’s true, Lionel. He sold her to my former master who was even sicker than Cyril.”

Lionel drew her head to his chest and comforted Sabina the best he knew how. He couldn’t find any words to say that would help the situation. He longed to act on the rage that coursed through his veins, but he couldn’t just yet. Sabina needed him then more than ever. So, he simply stroked Sabina’s hair and rocked her until she fell asleep in his arms. Then he scooped her up in his arms, carried her to the bed, laid her down gently, climbed in beside her, and held her from behind. “Don’t worry, Sabina,” he whispered as he kissed the back of her head. “I’ll fix this. I promise.”

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Cyril sat on the floor in the sitting room, watching the fire burn in the fireplace. He had been there for a while…contemplating everything that occurred up until that moment. He had proven his love for Faye; the transaction was complete and she was most likely waiting for him in his bedroom, but he didn’t want what she had to offer him. He felt empty – As if a part of him had died. More like two, he thought. He had lost the love and allegiance of his first love and he gave away his pride and joy. That was no reason to celebrate.

Nonetheless, he wanted to sleep in his own bed that night. He extinguished the fire then began to make his way back to his room. His thoughts couldn’t help but wander to Hope and Sabina. Poor Sabina, he thought. She must be heartbroken…and it’s all my fault. This was one of the very few moments where Cyril had ever been impacted by his own reckless behavior and selfish ambition. He thought about calling Lars and buying Hope back, but he knew that the man would never return what he had just purchased. So once again, his hands were tied.

Cyril now stood before his bedroom door. He knew that Faye was waiting for him on the other side, hoping to reward him with some desperately needed loving. He contemplated sleeping in a guest room, but decided against it. If he wanted to, he could just tell Faye to leave and she would. So, he decided to enter the room.

Once inside, he locked the door behind him, closed his eyes, and leaned back against it. His moment of silence was interrupted when Faye said, “There you are! I was wondering when you’d get back.” She was all smiles, wearing a sheer two-tone baby blue chemise.

She looked almost angelic with the aura she exuded, but considering what she had just done, she was a demon. Cyril simply nodded at her then started to loosen his tie in silence. Then when he started walking toward the bed, Faye giggled as she laid back, expecting Cyril to crawl on top of her and claim his reward. She was sadly mistaken. He totally ignored her as he went to his side of the bed, kicked off his shoes, pulled back the covers, and hopped in bed with his back to her.

Faye lie there trying to process what had just happened. She was the epitome of seduction with her curly blonde hair, blazing blue bedroom eyes, and sheer lingerie. Why was Cyril not ravaging her that moment? She looked over at Cyril’s still frame and thought, What was that? He never ignores me...Especially when I’m dressed like this.

She crawled over to him and said, “Cyril, what’s the matter? You’ve never ignored me like that before.”

Cyril sighed. Then he rolled over and looked at Faye. Yes, she was a beauty and he would’ve loved to make love to her under normal circumstances, but now just wasn’t the time. “I’m sorry, Faye…I’m just not in the mood.”

“But, Cyril,” Faye whined as she forced him onto his back and crawled on top of him. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day. I did my hair and I went and bought this outfit just for you! I-I want to make you feel – good…and I want you to make me feel good, too.” She was making those sad puppy eyes, but as many times they worked before, they weren’t going to work then.

“I’m tired…I just sold my daughter and Sabina hates me. What makes you think that I would possibly want to have sex right now?” Faye was silent. “Now, if you would please let me sleep.” He pushed her off him. Then he rolled over, pulling the covers closer around him and closed his eyes.

Faye was shocked that he would turn her down that easily. She had waited patiently for him all day, then for him to reject her so blatantly infuriated her. She refused to give up until she got what she wanted. So, she crawled over to him and began to nuzzle his neck.

“Stop, Faye,” Cyril mumbled, shooing her away with his hand.

She stopped for a moment, making Cyril think she was finished toying with him. Then when she was sure his guard was down, she started to lick the shell of his earlobe. She could hear his sharp intake of breath and she took it that he was enjoying this. So, she began to nibble and was able to elicit a groan from Cyril. This was her version of delicious torture. And you were making such a fuss about not being in the mood, she thought as she smiled to herself.

Then Faye got bolder. She slipped a hand beneath the sheets and started touching on Cyril’s chest, massaging in small circles. She was disappointed that he was still clothed, but that would change quickly if things continued the way they were. She gradually inched her hand lower and lower until it reached her target. She rubbed his member through the material of his pants and his body responded almost instantly.

Cyril was in ecstasy as he thrust into Faye’s hand. He was losing himself in the pleasure quickly. Suddenly, he stopped upon realizing what she was trying to do. As hard as it was to tear himself away from the amazing feeling of having a woman cater to him, he had to. “Stop, Faye!” he shouted as he grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from him.

“C-Cyril,” Faye managed as she winced in pain.

“I tried to be reasonable with you,” he growled as he glared at her. “But, you obviously don’t know when enough is enough.”

“Cyril-,” she choked.

“You want it that bad? Fine.” He roughly shoved her on her back and straddled her hips.
Faye’s eyes grew wide in fear. She didn’t like where this was going. “C-Cyril, no. I don’t-,”

“What’s the matter?” he asked mockingly. “You don’t like it? You don’t like how I crush you under my weight?” He leaned down and pinned both of her hands above her head with one. He brought his lips close to her ear and continued, saying, “You don’t like it when I mark your skin with my teeth and lips? Does it not please you when I suffocate you with a kiss? Or how about when I violate you with my fingers?” Then he sat up just enough to see her face. He seemed to cast a spell on her with his gaze that kept her from looking away from him.

Then he placed a finger from his free hand on her lips and ran it down her chin, between her breasts, down her navel, and stopped when he reached the lace hem of her panties. Faye gasped as she felt him toy with the hem. His eyes never left hers as he did all this. Then he slipped his hand into her panties and stuck his middle finger inside her without a warning or preparation for that matter, making Faye scream in pain and struggle to get out from under him. It was too late for that, though. He proceeded to torture her until he saw she was about to cry. Then he stopped despite the sadistic desire to continue said torture.

“Cyril, please,” Faye choked. “I don’t like this…Please let me go.”

“No,” he said coldly. “We’ve only gotten started.” He retrieved his finger, brought it to his mouth, and licked Faye’s  sweet nectar from it. Faye followed Cyril’s hand as he reached over into the drawer to get something. She started to hyperventilate, expecting the worst-case scenario: him killing her. Then Cyril pulled out a rope. She was somewhat relieved, but also a bit confused.

“W-What’re you gonna do with that?” Faye asked innocently.

“What do you think?” Faye saw the wicked gleam in his eyes and she froze in fear. She’d never been tied up before and although it frightened her, it also intrigued her. Suddenly, Cyril flipped her over onto her stomach. Faye thought she’d have a better chance at getting away, so she grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Cyril, but he dodged it easily. He was able to seize both of her arms, place them behind her, and then bind her wrists.

“Cyril, stop! Please, it’s too tight! It hurts!” Faye cried as she tried to fight him, but he ignored her. Once he’d tied the knot, he sat back and admired his handiwork. It had been a while since he had last tied someone up, but he concluded that he’d done a decent job. When he’d had his fill, he got up, dragging Faye with him.

“What’re you doing?!” Faye demanded. “Where are you taking me?” Cyril didn’t answer. It wasn’t far, though. Cyril just sat on the edge of the bed and forced Faye onto her knees in front of him. She was the perfect height for the task he had for her. “What’s the meaning of this?” she asked, glaring up at him.

Cyril undid his belt and cast it aside, unzipped his pants, and freed himself from his confines. Faye’s eyes grew wide as she saw one major aspect of Cyril’s glory. Cyril smiled upon seeing her expression. “Do you like what you see?” he asked, stroking his length.
Faye didn’t answer…all she could do was stare. This was only the second time she was able to behold him. Cyril was…massive. How on earth did this fit the last time? she thought. Then she realized her position. She was on her knees before Cyril and his huge member. Oh, god, no.

Cyril’s eyes met hers and he knew that Faye knew what he expected. “Do you still want me, Faye?” he asked.

“I-I—I d-d-don’t know, Master,” she stammered, bowing her head.

“Look at me.” She did so. “You were making such a big deal about wanting it earlier…why the sudden change in attitude?”

“Th-This is different…I didn’t want it this way.”

“Then, how did you want it?” Cyril asked, playing coy.

Faye looked away from him. Really? she thought. Is he really going to play this game? I can’t tell him that…It’s too embarrassing.

“Come now, Faye. Don’t be shy. Tell me. How did you want it?”

“…Inside,” she mumbled.

“What? Can you speak up, darling? I didn’t hear you.”

“I want it inside,” she said loud enough for him to hear.

“Inside where?”

“Please, don’t make me say it…” Faye whispered as she started trembling from the humiliation of having to beg for what she wanted the most. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Is it, now?”

“I’m sorry, Cyril. I didn’t mean-,”

“Oh, no. You knew exactly what you are doing. Now that the beast has awoken, you want to tuck your tail between your legs and run. I think not.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her closer to his crotch. Then with his other hand, he positioned his member at her lips. “Lick it,” he commanded.

“I-I don’t know how,” she whispered as she looked away from him.

“Oh, please, Faye. Yes, you do. Samuel taught you how, didn’t he?” Faye’s head snapped up as she looked at Cyril in shock.

“How did you-,”

“I had a little chat with your father while he was in the dungeon. He told me what Samuel said you did to get him to bring you back here to me.” Cyril chuckled. “You should know not to underestimate me, Faye. I often know more than most people think. Now, lick me.”

Faye’s eyes left Cyril’s and rested on his swollen member. She licked her lips then licked him from base to tip. Cyril sharply inhaled at this. This is gonna be good, he thought. He felt a sudden cool and looked down to see that Faye had stopped. “Don’t stop. Keep going!” he commanded.

She obeyed and did the same, but this time she kissed the tip then swirled her tongue around it, sending shivers up Cyril’s spine. She had barely licked him and he was already losing it. This girl was clearly skilled. He fought the urge to force himself into her mouth and thrust like a mad man; he just let her take her time and please him the best way she knew how.

Despite her hesitation before, Faye was actually enjoying this. The mere sight of Cyril’s reactions to her oral ministrations was enough to arouse her. She could feel herself getting wet. She had been teasing him for a while now. It was time for her to escalate things. So, she took him completely in her mouth. Cyril threw back his head and let out a strangled moan as he grabbed Faye’s head and thrust to the back of her throat and came violently.

The poor thing started coughing and sputtering around him then Cyril pulled out. Faye was able to catch her breath before she realized this session was far from over. Cyril snatched her to her feet then threw her onto the bed where she landed face down. Next thing she knew, her panties were ripped off and Cyril was behind her, preparing to penetrate her. “Is this how you wanted it?” he asked.

“Y-Yes, but Master, could you please untie me? I want to touch you and I want to see you.”

Cyril thought about it and decided against giving Faye what she wanted. That night was going to be about him and his pleasure. No one else’s. He needed release and he was going to use Faye to his advantage. So, he grabbed her hips and aligned himself with her Then he thrust hard and deep, causing Faye to yelp in surprise. She was so tight it was ridiculous. He had to wait to adjust. When he felt like he could continue, he pulled out slightly and thrust again, eliciting another yelp from Faye. Then he slowly began to build his pace until nothing but the sound of flesh meeting flesh could be heard.

Despite the fact that she was rather uncomfortable, Faye was enjoying herself. Every other thrust, she would moan, grunt, or yell some word of affirmation. Then, she felt she was being deprived. She wanted to see Cyril…She wanted to touch Cyril; grab his muscular arms, rake her nails down his back, bite his lips, and pull his gorgeous blonde hair. “Master,” she moaned. “Please untie me and let me touch you.” Cyril ignored her and continued to use her to pleasure himself.

Faye refused to be ignored. “Cyril, please,” she begged. “Can you at least let me look at you? PLEASE?!” She continued to beg until Cyril couldn’t take it anymore and smacked her on the buttocks, leaving a harsh red hand-print.

Faye screamed in pain. She’d never been smacked like that before. The slap she received from Sabina paled in comparison to that. Out of fear of being slapped again, she decided to suffer silently.

“Ah, Faye, I’m close,” Cyril grunted after a few minutes.

Faye looked over her shoulder with fear in her eyes. She didn’t want to get pregnant; at least not yet. “D-Don’t come inside!” she cried.

“I-I’m coming.”

“P-Pull it out! Pull it out!” she screamed, trying to wriggle out from under him to no avail.

“C-C-Coming!” Cyril cried as he gripped Faye’s hips tighter.

“Don’t come in-,” Cyril thrust deep inside her and Faye felt him fill her to the brim. “Side.” Then everything went black.
Cyril sat in his office, sipping some brandy as he went through some paperwork. He wasn’t really working, though. He was actually trying to kill time and spend as much time in the office as possible just in case Faye came. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Enter,” he said without looking up.

When he heard the door close, he looked up, hoping to see Faye approaching the desk, but saw Sabina instead. The smile he wore vanished quickly.

Sabina noticed his disappointment and said, “Why the long face? Were you expecting someone else?”

“O-Oh, no,” Cyril stammered. He took another sip of brandy. “Would you like to take a seat?” Sabina just glared at him. “I’ll take that as a ‘no.’ Anyway, what can I do for you?”

“What you said and did to Faye was wrong.”

Cyril glared at her and placed his glass down. “You don’t think I know that? Why do you think I’ve been running around here apologizing for the past few days?”

“That’s not the point. You have done much more damage than you can possibly imagine.”

“Have I?” Cyril asked sarcastically.

“Yes, you have. As a matter of fact, you have caused her to create an illusion that you love her.”

“And I do.”

“Isn’t that funny?”

“Sabina, I don’t think you heard me.”

“How can she possibly-,”

“Sabina!” Cyril shouted.

“What?”

“I do love her. Not on the same level as I loved…love you, but I do love her.”

Sabina couldn’t believe her ears. Cyril actually loved Faye. I-Impossible! she thought. He’s incapable of loving anyone other than himself. How-,

“It started soon after she came back to us,” he began. “She came onto me at the banquet and…things just escalated from there. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that I loved her, which is why I pushed her away by saying all of those…god-awful things to her. I apologized to her and now I’m awaiting a response.”

Sabina was astonished by this news. She couldn't understand how or why Cyril came to this conclusion. She wrinkled her nose and all she could say was, “You…You…pervert! She is almost twenty years your junior!”

“I know,” Cyril said as he rose to his feet and circled the desk the sit on the edge, facing Sabina.

“It-It’s foul…disgusting!”

“I know.”

“And-And…I can’t believe you’re-,”

“What? Capable of loving someone other than myself?” Sabina balked at the fact that he was using her exact words. Whether he had heard her say that before, she did not know. Cyril sighed and walked over to her. “Sabina, that is what I was trying to prove to you all along when I was chasing you. Ever since I made my first proposal, I was trying to show you that I can actually love someone other than myself wholeheartedly…but, you rejected me one too many times,” he finished with his face only inches from hers.

“So, you thought to turn your affections toward Faye?” Sabina spat with disgust as she backed away from him.

“Yes and unlike you, she accepted my advances.”

“H-Have you no shame?” Sabina said, her voice breaking. “She is a child who doesn't know any better! How could you possibly take advantage an innocent girl like her?”

“I did not take advantage of her…she came to me. Furthermore, she’s not as ‘innocent’ as you think.”

“That’s because you corrupted her!”

“I only piqued her curiosity,” Cyril said with that mischievous smirk of his.

“It’s the same thing, you bastard.” Sabina hissed, getting in his face.

Cyril smiled as she held his gaze. He loved it when Sabina insulted him, but he hated the fact that she rejected him and was now criticizing him for his lasciviousness even more. “Why are you here, Sabina?” he asked.

“E-Excuse me?” Sabina asked, confused by this question. She was certain that he was going to hit her or something.

“Why did you come here?” Cyril asked again, smile still on his lips.

“I-I came to tell you to let Faye go.”

“You and I both know I can’t do that,” he said in a soft, smooth voice. He placed his hands in his pockets and went behind Sabina who stood stark still. He brought his lips to her ear, letting them graze the shell, which elicited a shudder from Sabina. Then he whispered, “But, I’d be willing to do so…on one condition.”

Sabina swallowed hard. She knew it would require some kind of sexual favor, but she asked anyway, “What is it?”

“…Come to bed with me and let me have my way with you just one more time. Then, I will let Faye go and have her returned to her father.” Sabina didn't say a word. “Come, now. It’s just as easy as it sounds. You've done it plenty times before.”

“Yes, but that doesn't mean I enjoyed it!” Sabina spat as she turned to face him.

“Oh? Then, would you please explain to me why you begged me to – How did you say it? – ‘Fuck’ you?”

“…You made me this way, Cyril,” Sabina hissed through gritted teeth. “I was never this way until you walked onto the scene. I don’t know how I’m still able to resist you, but you've done more damage to Faye than can be undone! You took the girl I used to call my little sister and turned her into a—a whore! She’s only fourteen,” she choked. “How could you do that to a child as sweet and innocent as she?”

Cyril was growing tired of this. Sabina was not going to surrender to him so easily and he saw no fun in forcing her. He rolled his eyes and said, “You know what; I don’t have to explain myself to you. Get out of my office.” He went behind his desk, sat down in his chair, and propped his feet on the desk.

Sabina glared at him once more. “You sicken me, Cyril,” she growled. “I hope you rot in hell for all the wrong you've done by me, my family, and Faye.”

“Good night, Sabina,” Cyril said with a dismissive wave of his hand before polishing off the rest of his brandy in one gulp.

With that, Sabina left his office and returned to her room to try and sleep away this madness.

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Cyril stayed up the entire night waiting for Faye to come, but she never came. The fire in the fireplace was low, the brandy was almost gone, and Cyril’s eyelids were heavy. He soon fell asleep right there at his desk.

Sometime later, Alfred came into the office to check and see if Cyril had gone so he could do some tidying up if necessary. Instead, he found Cyril snoring quietly as he slept at his desk. Alfred looked at the nearly empty bottle of brandy and the glass that sat inches away from Cyril’s hand and shook his head disapprovingly.

He fetched a blanket from the closet and draped it over Cyril’s shoulders without complaining. Then he relit the fire, so Cyril wouldn't be too cold. Finally, he took the bottle of brandy and glass, polished off what was left of the strong drink, and placed both back in their proper places. Before leaving the office, Alfred looked back at Cyril, who had not stirred once since his entrance, and said, “Sleep well, sir…and please lay off the alcohol.” Then Alfred dismissed himself.

The next morning, Cyril awoke with the worst headache imaginable. Not only that, but he was disoriented and irritable. He practically fell out of his chair, but when he got to his feet, he was able to assess his surroundings. He remembered bits of his argument with Sabina, waiting up for something or someone, and then the rest was a blur. He rubbed his eyes and immediately thought, Bed.

His stomach had other thoughts. He was starving. So, he ventured down to the kitchen, grabbed a loaf of bread and ate almost half of it before he was full. Then, after letting out a satisfied belch, he made his way to his bedroom where he locked the door, drew the curtains, stripped out of his clothes, and jumped into bed. It did not take long for him to fall asleep, so it was definitely going to be a while before he woke up.

Meanwhile…

Faye had just woken up upon feeling the sunshine on her face as it shone through the windows of her bedroom. She stretched then gathered her knees to her chest. As she sat there in bed, she let her thoughts wander. She contemplated all of the events that occurred the night before; the screaming, arguing, and crying. Then, she recalled Mariam’s gentle voice telling her what she would do in Faye’s situation. I need to give him an ultimatum, she thought.

She sprung from the bed and went into the bathroom to prepare to go see Cyril. After showering, primping, and such, Faye found a plain, but beautiful purple sundress to wear. It wasn't exactly what she thought to be Cyril’s style, but she wasn't concerned about what he thought. All she needed was a little leverage.

When she had finished looking herself over in the mirror and concluded that she looked presentable enough, Faye left the room and began her search for Cyril. The first place she checked was his office since he said he would be there waiting for her. He was not there, so she checked the rose garden. He wasn’t there, either. She then went on to check the dining room, nursery, and every other place she thought Cyril would be, but couldn’t find him anywhere. Faye was just about to give up when Alfred walked past her.

“Oh, Alfred!” she called.

“Yes, Ms. Baptiste?” Alfred replied, turning around to greet her.

“I’ve been looking for Cyril for the past two hours. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?”

“Last I checked, Master Van Tassel had retired to his chambers and hasn’t been heard from since.”

“Is he all right?” Faye asked, her voice full of concern.

“Oh, yes. He’s fine. Just a little tired. He was up all night last night. When he woke up this morning, he couldn’t remember why he stayed in his office that long. I worry about him, sometimes, Ms. Baptiste…If he keeps going on like this,” He walked away shaking his head without finishing his thought.

Now that Faye knew where Cyril was, she began to make her way there. It didn’t take her long to find his bedroom. She contemplated walking in, but she figured that would be rude, so she knocked instead.

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Cyril’s eyes shot open upon hearing a series of rhythmic knocks on his door. He sat up with a groan and stared at the door. He figured that if he ignored the knocking long enough, the person on the other side would go away. Unfortunately for him, this particular individual was rather persistent.

“Damn maids,” Cyril mumbled as he rolled out of bed, threw on his robe, and made his way to the door. He felt a cool breeze as he walked, but he ignored it. The knocking had stopped. It was almost as if the person on the other side of the door knew he was approaching. When Cyril reached the door, he unlocked the door and pulled it open without asking who was at the door.

He was expecting to see Alfred, Mariam, or some other maid, but instead he saw Faye standing before him, looking down. His eyes followed her gaze. “Faye!” he cried in surprise as he pulled his robe closed. Besides the robe, he was completely naked, so this was a rather embarrassing situation. “W-What can I do for you?” he stammered.

Faye tore her eyes away from Cyril’s nether regions and said, “I need to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“…Everything.”

“Now?”

“Please?” she begged, her eyes full of hope.

Cyril looked her up and down before nodding and saying, “Okay. Um…Meet me in my office. I need to get more…presentable.”

“Okay. See you there.”

After closing the door, Cyril leaned back against it and ran his hands down his face. He couldn’t believe that he had answered the door without closing his robe, let alone wearing any pants. He vowed that this was the first and last time he would ever do that. Then he cast off the robe and went to hop in the shower.

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In Cyril’s office, Faye sat as patiently as possible, but she couldn't help her fidgeting. She just wanted to say what she needed to say and leave the rest to Cyril. She had no doubt in her mind that he loved her and that was enough to make her believe that he would follow through with her terms. But, then again… she thought. What if he doesn't follow through? What will I do then?

She prayed that it would never come to that. Instead, she hoped that Cyril would make the right choice and agree to fulfill the task Faye had planned for him.

Suddenly, the office doors swung open and Cyril entered the room. He closed the doors behind him, loosened his collar, and began to make his way to his desk. “I’m sorry I had to keep you waiting,” he said before taking his seat behind the desk.

“It’s okay,” Faye replied with a reassuring smile as she assessed the man before her. He seemed flustered; probably by his wardrobe malfunction earlier. Besides that, she could see a hint of nervousness. He was most likely anxious to hear what she had to say, so Faye decided to cut to the chase. “Cyril, I-,”

“I’m sorry, Faye. Where are my manners? Would you like some water or something to drink?” Cyril asked as he started to get up.

“No, thank you, Cyril. I’m fine. I’d actually like to start our discussion.”

“By all means, please.” Cyril sat back down and gave Faye his undivided attention.

“Thank you. I apologize for not coming to you sooner. I needed some…advice from a few people who had more…experience than I when it came to situations like my own. I've done some thinking…” She paused to look at Cyril and he seemed to be composed, but she could tell that he was eager to know what she decided to do. “And I've come to conclude that even though you were wrong for saying what you said to me, I do have the strength to forgive you.”

“And…?” Cyril asked, expecting something more.

“And I accept your apology.”

Cyril was elated to hear that news. He was so elated that it was as if the heavens opened and money was raining from the sky. “Oh, Faye.” He was about to thank her when she raised her hand.

“On one condition,” she said.

Cyril’s heart skipped a beat as he wondered what Faye could possibly want of him. Although, he couldn't help but think that it was somehow connected to Sabina. “W-What is it you desire?” he asked with trembling lips.

Faye sat back in her seat and squared her shoulders. Then she spoke in the most dignified manner she could muster saying, “If you love me, you will sell Hope to the first man who shows interest.”

Cyril couldn't believe his ears. Had he heard correctly? There had to be some kind of misunderstanding, so he asked, “Wh-What?”

Faye rolled her eyes and repeated herself saying, “If you love me…you will sell Hope to the first man who shows interest.”

“I—I…” Cyril didn't know what to say to this. Faye had just asked him to sell his own daughter. Why? He did not know; neither did he desire to. “I—N-No. No…I’m sorry, Faye. I love you, but I c—I won’t sell my daughter. And I don’t know what makes you think I would.” He got up and poured himself a glass of brandy then returned to his seat. He took a sip to help calm his nerves.

“Hm…Then, I suppose I have no reason to stay here.” She got up and started to leave.

“Where are you going?” Cyril asked.

“Back home to my father.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Cyril put down his glass and walked over to Faye. “Come sit down and let’s talk about this.” He escorted her back to her seat then sat down in his own. He crossed his legs and scrutinized her in silence. He couldn't understand why she was doing what she was doing. It made no sense. She knew that he loved her…What more could she possibly want? “What is this about, Faye?” he asked after what seemed to be an eternity of silence.

“It’s about us,” she replied.

“No, no. There has to be more to this than that…You wouldn't just ask me to sell my daughter if this was just about us. Try again.”

“Cyril, I love you. I’d do anything for you – No – I've practically done just about everything for you. But, all that aside, you hurt me…badly. Then you apologized and I just forgave you. Now, I would just like some closure or proof that you actually love me.”

“But, I do love you, Faye,” Cyril insisted.

Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Prove it.”

“Haven’t I already done that? Didn't I welcome you with open arms when you returned? Did I not allow you to live comfortably and have you served three hearty meals a day? And didn't I make love to you like never before?”

“Yes, but that was all before you said all of those horrible things to me and threatened to have me sent back to my father,” Faye spat.

“But, shouldn't it count for something?” Faye gave him a dissatisfied look. Cyril sat back in his chair with a sigh and said, “Why is this so important to you?”

Faye took a deep breath then exhaled. “Because I want Sabina to suffer for the disservice she is causing you.”

A confused look crossed Cyril’s face. Then he chuckled. “Disservice? Whatever do you mean by that?”

“Cyril, I know you love Sabina more than anything…Hell, you love her more than me, but I think I can change all of that when I explain this to you.” She leaned forward in her seat and said, “Sabina doesn't love you.”

“No…You’re wrong about her. She loves me.”

“How do you know?”

“She told me so.”

Faye smiled knowingly. “That’s not a good enough answer, Cyril. Did she tell you she loved you or did you just imagine it?”

“I-I’m sure she-,”

“Even if she did tell you, who’s to say that she actually meant it?”

“Faye, why are you doing this?”

“I’m trying to prove a point, Cyril. You've placed Sabina on a pedestal; you've convinced yourself to think that she loves you when she really doesn't.”

“You’re lying,” Cyril hissed as he balled up his fists.

“What reason have I to lie, Cyril?” He couldn't answer her. “I’m telling the truth. Sabina doesn't love you in the way you think.” She got up, circled to Cyril’s side of the desk, and wound up in his lap. “She’s rejected your proposal to make her your wife twice. I would have jumped at that opportunity, but you never presented it to me.”

“You’re too young.”

“That didn't stop you from taking me to bed.” Cyril shifted uncomfortably as he cleared his throat. “Will you allow me to explain further why Sabina-,”

“No, I understand…” Faye smiled to herself, thinking that she had won him over. “But, I just can’t help but think of the repercussions of doing this to Sabina would be.”

“There would be none! She’d be so devastated that she wouldn't know what to do."

“Exactly! She’d be devastated! I can’t bring myself to take her to a new low,” Cyril said, looking away from her.

“Cyril,” Faye began as she grabbed the sides of his head and made him look at her, “forget about Sabina for one moment…and focus on us.”

“I am focusing on us and it—it’s wrong!” He snatched her hands off his face and exclaimed, “I want no part of this dastardly plan of yours!”

“Then I’ll have no choice but to kill myself!” Faye screamed back at him as she hopped off his lap and took a few steps back.

“Wait, what?”

“If I have to live without your love,” she choked as tears began to form in her eyes, “then, there’s no point in living at all.” She then pulled a dagger out from the folds of her dress and proceeded to bring it to her neck.

Cyril froze. Was this really happening? Was Faye really about to kill herself? He had to act; quickly, but calmly. He chose his next words carefully. “Faye, put the knife down,” Cyril said as calmly as possible, holding out his hands toward her with his palms forward.

“Why? You don’t love me, so why should you care if I died?”

“I do love you, Faye.”

“Then, why won’t you sell Hope?”

“She’s my daughter. And Sabina-,”

“Shut up about Sabina!” she screamed. “Everything always comes back to Sabina, Sabina, Sabina. What about us, Cyril? What about all the time we spent together? And the beautiful love we made? Did that all mean nothing to you? Because it meant the world to me.”

Cyril had his hands tied. He never thought that Faye would resort to such an extreme to try and get him to succumb to her whim. He had a decision to make. He could choose to keep Hope and have Faye die there in his office or he could sell Hope and have Faye live with the price of Sabina having to suffer.

Faye studied him as he wrestled with the scene unfolding before him. He looked quite torn on the matter. Let’s make it easier, she thought. She sniffled, “You don’t really love me...Goodbye, Cyril.”

She prepared to slit her throat when Cyril cried, “Wait!”

Faye kept a firm grip on the dagger, but lowered it to her collarbone.

Cyril was shocked that she actually listened to him, but he quickly recovered to ask, “What if I told you that I would sell Hope? Would you stop this madness?”

“Why are you going to sell Hope?”

Cyril had to make his next sentence sound as sincere as possible. Here goes, he thought. “Because I love you, Faye. Deep down, I knew Sabina didn't love me; I just chose to ignore that and hope that one day she would grow to love me, but that day never came. Then, I've always had you…Besides, you caught my attention first when I bought you from Bernard. So, just to prove I love you, I state that I will agree to your terms. Please, just – hand me the knife and…let me make one phone call.”

Faye held his gaze for a moment. Then she lowered the dagger to her side, walked toward him, turned the blade to herself, and handed the dagger to Cyril.

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Thank you.” Faye nodded then quietly took her seat. Cyril put the dagger in a desk drawer. Then picked up the phone and called a single number; the number of a friend, whom he thought would be interested in this transaction. He discussed the matter with this friend and ended with, “Alright, I’ll see you soon.”

As soon as he hung up, Faye asked, “Who was that?”

“A good friend and colleague of mine.”

“Hm…What did he say?”

“He said that he would be by later this evening…” Faye looked at him skeptically. “After Sabina is asleep,” he explained. “We can’t have her walking around the mansion when I make this transaction.”

Faye seemed satisfied enough with Cyril’s answers to her questions. She had wiped the tears from her eyes a while ago and her face returned to its normal hue. She smiled to herself. Then she got up, went around the desk, kissed Cyril on the cheek, and whispered, “Meet me in your bedroom once the transaction’s complete.” Then she left him there in the office with his thoughts.

Cyril stared after her. Then he sat back in his chair and thought, What have I done? He polished off what was left of his brandy, and alternated between sitting and pacing the floor for about a half an hour before he left to meet with Alfred to make preparations for his guest.
Broken: Chapter 25
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After being rejected by Sabina for the second time, Cyril found himself venturing to the rose garden. His heart was heavy and he was in deep need of consolation. The love of his life had rejected him not once, but twice and he was starting to sink into a deep depression. Upon entering the garden, he looked up and saw someone with long blonde hair sitting on the small stone bench not too far from him. It was obviously Faye. His heart leapt with joy at the sight of her then that joy quickly dissipated upon remembering what he had said to her the previous morning. Although he had the urge to walk away, he decided against it and approached her.

Faye sensed that someone was in her midst, so she turned to see who it was. She was hoping to see Mariam or Sabina, but when she saw Cyril, the hope in her eyes changed to disappointment.

“Hello, Faye,” said Cyril. She turned her back to him. He walked over to a bush and carefully plucked a beautiful red rose from it. Then he walked over to Faye and asked reminiscently, “Do you remember when you first got here?”

“How could I forget?” Faye replied in a matter-of-fact manner.

“I gave you a rose with the intent to comfort you,” he said as he gently stroked the petals of the rose he held in his hand then extended his arm to give it to Faye. She glared at him then at the rose. Then she looked back at him, but scoffed and turned away.
He took it back and continued to stroke the petals as he thought about what he would say next. “Faye,” he began, “I would like to apologize.”

“Whatever for?” she asked sarcastically.

“I’d like to apologize for the way I treated you yesterday. I never should have said the things I said and neither should I have done what I did. I…” He circled around so he could look her in the eyes when he said what he was about to say. “I love you, Faye.”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed as she rose to her feet and prepared to run off. But before she could take a step, Cyril grabbed her hand.

Then without a warning, Faye spun around and slapped Cyril in the face, screaming, “Let go of me!” And he did. She glared at him as she fought the tears that stung the back of her eyes.

“Faye,” Cyril said gently as he reached for her.

“No,” Faye choked as she recoiled from him. “How can you come to me with this – this – I don’t even know what to call it?! You said that I disgusted you and that you never wanted to see me again. Now you’re saying that you love me? What the hell?” The poor girl burst into tears as all of her emotions began to surface.

Cyril stood and watched helplessly, unable to explain himself or his meager attempt to win her over. “Would you…” he began when she had calmed down some, “mind if I finished?” he asked softly.

She stopped crying and glared at him through her puffy red eyes. Then she turned away from him and hissed, “As much as I don’t want to hear what you have to say, I’ll let you speak.”

“Thank you.” He paused to regain the train of thought. “…I love you. I really do. There was never a moment where you disgusted me or turned me off. You are you and that’s why I love you. So, if you could please find it in your heart to forgive me, I will be forever in your debt.”

Faye was silent for a moment as she pondered what Cyril had just said. It was a lot to take in and she found herself longing to say that she forgave him and that she loved him too. But, she brought herself back to reality. He had hurt her terribly and if she were going to forgive him, he would have to pay. She needed time before she could answer him.

“Is that all?” she asked.

“Yes,” Cyril replied.

She turned to face him and saw that the man was kneeling on one knee with his head bowed; a sign of submission to her. This was a first for Faye to see Cyril in such a vulnerable position; highly unbecoming of a man of his status. She ignored his position long enough to gather her thoughts. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t answer you right now, Cyril. I need time to…think because — Well, you know…Then again you might not. Anyway, I will need time.”

Cyril was tempted to ask how much time, but he wasn’t willing to tempt Faye to make him wait an unreasonable amount of time for an answer. So, he just rose to his feet, gave her a nod and smile, and said, “When you’re ready, you know where to find me.” Then with that, he made his exit.

Faye lingered in the garden for a few more minutes and thought about all that transpired in the past ten or fifteen minutes. Cyril had been begging for a second, if not, third chance with her and this time, he promised that he’d be in her debt. That could have meant anything, but that statement alone piqued her interest. She shook her head and erased the daydream she had in her head of her and Cyril kissing, making love, and such. She loved Cyril and nothing would change that, but she wasn’t sure if she had the strength to forgive him for something so horrible. She needed more time.

So, she got up to leave. When she reached the cobblestone path that led back to the mansion, she heard something shift underfoot. So, she looked down and saw a beautiful red rose under her foot. She bent down and picked it up. Then looked around to see if someone was either watching her or retreating. She saw neither. Cyril must have dropped this, she thought. She shook him from her mind then proceeded to Sabina’s room with the rose in hand.

Faye had no idea why she was going to ask for Sabina’s help in this matter. She was the one she envied the most since Cyril seemed to favor her over Faye. Nonetheless, she thought that Sabina could be of some use to her for that matter. Then again, she wasn’t so sure. She paused before entering the room because she was having second thoughts. What would Sabina say? Would she admonish her or would she encourage her? I suppose I’ll just find out, she thought. Then she knocked on the door.

Inside the room, Lionel sat up gently so he wouldn’t wake Sabina. Who could that be? he thought. Could it have been Cyril? Perhaps it was Mariam. Or was it Faye? The only person other than Sabina who knew he was in the mansion was Mariam. If it were someone other than Mariam, he would be caught, so he decided to stay quiet.

Faye knocked again and received no answer. Then she tried turning the handle and discovered that the door was locked. She figured Sabina was asleep, so she turned and went to Mariam’s room instead. Once at the door, she knocked and was granted access when Mariam answered the door. Lionel saw all of this unfold from where he stood as he peeked out of the door, so he made a note to tell Sabina when she woke up. He locked the door again, picked up a book, sat down in a living chair, and began to read.

Once she was inside Mariam’s room, Faye took a seat on the cushioned windowsill while Mariam went to fetch her a cup of tea. She caressed the petals of the rose as she considered whether or not to ask Mariam’s advice. Since Sabina was asleep and she really had no one else she could trust, Faye decided to ask Mariam.

When Mariam returned, she held a beautiful white teacup with a dainty cherry blossom design on it, which rested on a matching saucer. “Be careful, dear. It’s still pretty hot,” Mariam said as she handed the tea to Faye.

“Thank you, Mariam,” Faye said with a smile as she laid the rose aside and took the tea. She blew on it a few times before taking a sip. She sighed in satisfaction; the tea was the perfect temperature and it was extra sweet. “I love your tea, Mariam.”

“Thank you, darling.” Mariam studied Faye for a moment before she continued saying, “How can I help you?”

“Huh?” Faye was thrown off by this sudden question. “I-I don’t under-,”

“I know you didn’t come by here just to have some tea.” Mariam shot her a knowing look. “You seem…troubled. What’s the problem, dear? You can trust me. Just tell me and I will do my best to help you.”

Faye felt so grateful in that moment. Mariam was offering to help her regardless of the fact that she did not know all of the details surrounding Faye’s situation. Indeed Faye could confide in her. “Well,” Faye began as she set aside the tea, “I have somewhat of a dilemma.”

“…Go on.” Mariam said with a wave of her hand. “Just talk and I’ll listen.”

“Okay.” Faye went on to tell Mariam about everything that transpired between her and Cyril over the past few days and as Mariam had said, she did not utter a single word. “Now, today he came to me asking…begging for my forgiveness. Like I said before, I love him.”

“Despite all the wrong he’s done?”

“Yes,” Faye said without hesitation. “I want to forgive him…then again, I don’t. What do you think I should do, Mariam?”

“It’s not my place to tell you what you should do, but I can tell you what I would do.”

“Please, do.”

“Well…I would ask him to do something for me; something that I think he would never do. But, I would make a catch.”

“What would the catch be?” Faye asked as she sat on the edge of her seat, heart pounding so fast she thought it would burst from her chest.

“I would say ‘If you love me, you will do’ whatever my request would be.”

Faye considered this and thought, This sounds better than any advice Sabina could give me. However, she knew she needed to be fair since Sabina was like an older sister to her and had always been her idol and mentor. A lot had changed between her time at Bernard’s shop and now. She currently saw Sabina as a rival more than anything else, but nonetheless, she needed to hold off on making her decision until she heard what Sabina had to say. Until then, she decided to stay with Mariam and keep her company.

About three hours later, Sabina woke up and felt the other side of the bed, hoping to snuggle with Lionel only to find his side of the bed empty. She sat up and stretched before looking around the room. Still no sign of Lionel.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open and a cloud of steam filled the threshold. Then Lionel emerged, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. Sabina couldn’t help but blush since this was only her second time seeing him naked or almost naked in this case.

“Good evening, sleepyhead,” Lionel said as he walked over to the bed and began to dry off, causing Sabina to look away out of embarrassment. “Did you sleep well?”

“Y-Yes. Did you have a good shower?”

“Yes, I did.” Lionel replied as he observed Sabina’s unusual behavior. “Wish you could have joined me…Why do you look away when I’m naked?”

“N-No reason in particular,” Sabina stammered.

Lionel went around to the other side of the bed where Sabina looked to and stood before her only to have her look away again. “Do I displease you?”

“No, Lionel. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then, why do you look away from me?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Look at me, Sabina.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Look at me.” He gently turned her head toward him, but her eyes remained closed. “Open your eyes, love.” Sabina reluctantly obeyed and took in the marvelous sight that stood before her, which was Lionel, her husband and lover. Lionel took her hand and placed it on his chest then guided her hand lower and lower until it touched the hairs of his happy trail. “Look at me…touch me. I. Am. Yours. To use however you please.”

Sabina’s face was crimson red and her mouth hung wide open. She was burning with pure desire. This was the most erotic thing he had ever done and it was working. The softness of his skin and the tautness of his muscles was more than enough to make her want him. She knelt on the bed, brought Lionel’s face closer to hers, and she closed the distance with a needy, sloppy wet kiss.

Lionel also knelt on the bed and gently pushed Sabina onto her back without breaking the kiss. He then hiked up her dress and began to tease her through her panties. Sabina broke the kiss and squealed as he did so. It was so good that he had her seeing stars, but he wasn’t through with her yet. So, he quickly removed her panties and prepared to enter her.

When Sabina realized what was happening, she pushed him away and stammered, “W-W-Wait. Wait. I-I’m sorry, Lionel, but I don’t want that.”

“Then, what is it that you want?” he asked, trying not to sound or look so disappointed.

“I want…” She paused because in reality, she didn’t know what she wanted. Of course she wanted to be satisfied, but Lionel wanted that too, if not, more than her. “N-Never mind. Do what you will.”

Lionel saw right past that. “Oh, no. I said that I was to be used for your pleasure today. Say the word and I will do whatever you say.”

“Lionel-,” Sabina said as she sat up.

“Or do you not want me to serve you?”

“I-I don’t know…”

Lionel had never seen this side of Sabina before. She was soft-spoken and very indecisive; nothing like the usual bold and confident Sabina. He figured it was because Cyril had never allowed her any power and now that he was giving her that power, she didn’t know how to handle it. So, he just hugged her before he kissed her on the forehead and whispered, “Don’t worry. There will be other times.” Then he got up and dressed. “Oh, Faye was looking for you, too.”

“What? When?”

“A few hours ago.”

“Did she see you?” Sabina asked, hoping that the girl hadn't seen him, knowing that there was a possibility that she would tell Cyril if she did.

“No. She didn’t see me.”

“Oh, thank God,” Sabina said after letting out a big sigh of relief. “Do you know what she wanted?”

“No, but it seemed to be important. Anyway, she went to see Mariam. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was still there.” He pulled on some pants and fastened his belt.

“Alright, then,” Sabina said, rising to her feet and going over to the mirror to try and fix her tousled hair. She did the best she could, but it still gave off the appearance that she had just woken up and possibly wrestled between the sheets. “I’m off to go fetch her. Please, be sure to hide and don’t come out until she’s gone.”

“And what if she doesn’t leave?”

“Stay hidden for as long as necessary and I’ll try to help you.”

Lionel made a dissatisfied face since he wasn’t all too pleased with that answer. Nonetheless, he agreed to do what he was told and Sabina left to go find Faye.

She knocked on Mariam’s door then the little old woman answered the door shortly after and invited her inside. There, she found Faye as Lionel had said. She was sipping on some tea and nibbling on a biscuit.

“So wonderful for you to join us,” said Mariam as she sat down next to Sabina. “Would you like some tea, darling?”

“No, thank you,” Sabina replied politely.

“Then, how about a biscuit?”

“Mm…” Sabina was about to decline, but she took another look at the biscuits and boy, did they look delicious. They smelled so heavenly, too. “Oh, I suppose I could have just one.” She grabbed a biscuit and started to nibble on it.

“Sabina, just the woman I’d like to see!” said Faye after swallowing the last bit of her biscuit. “Why didn’t you answer your door before?”

“I must have been asleep when you came, dear. I’m sorry. I’ve been very…busy as of late.”

“I understand. I needed to talk to you.” Faye set aside her teacup and saucer before she grabbed another biscuit.

“What about?” Sabina asked, taking another bite of her biscuit.

“I asked Mariam already, but I would like your opinion on what I should do about Cyril.”

The tea that Sabina was sipping suddenly went down the wrong pipe and she started coughing. Mariam patted her on the back until she recovered. “Wh-What did you say?” Sabina sputtered.

“Let me tell you the story…Cyril came to me and apologized for how he had wronged me two days ago. I’ve been wrestling with the question of whether or not I should forgive him. However, over the course of the past few hours, I’ve come to conclude that I love him…This is something I’ve known from the beginning, but I’ve had my doubts. I love him, but I’m not sure whether or not I can forgive him for what he did…Now, I ask you: What do you think I should do?”

Sabina was in shock. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Faye loves…Cyril? she thought. It made no sense whatsoever. A young girl like Faye falling for a thirty-two year old bachelor? Something wasn’t right about that. And not just that, Faye had seen Cyril do his worst to Sabina and she was drawn to the same man who executed such injustice? How could that be?

“Sabina?” Faye said as she waved in front of Sabina’s face. “Hello?”

Sabina shook her head and came back to reality. “Huh? What?”

“What should I do?”

Sabina cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts for a moment.”

“That’s all right.” Faye had an idea of what Sabina would say, but she wanted to hear it anyway.

“Faye,” Sabina began with a sigh, “you know I love you like a sister…and I wouldn’t tell you to do something unless I would be willing to do the same.” Faye nodded. “So, I’m going to tell you that you’re crazy.”

A quizzical look came across Faye’s face. She wasn’t sure if she had heard Sabina correctly when she said she was ‘crazy.’ So, she said, “Come again?”

“Faye, I’m sorry, but how can you possibly love Cyril after all he’s done?”

“I just do!” Faye shouted defensively.

“You can’t ‘just’ anything, Faye! You can’t love Cyril!”

Mariam felt where things were going and took that as her cue to leave. Neither Sabina nor Faye acknowledged her absence.

“And why not?”

“You know why, Faye. Th-Think of all the damage he’s caused! He bought us, murdered my husband, he’s raped me on multiple occasions, which resulted in the birth of my-,” The twins' faces flashed across Sabina’s mind, but she ignored them long enough to make her point. “Children…He raped you then went on to take advantage of your feelings, and…”

Faye leaned forward and asked, “What?”

Sabina just shook her head dismissively.

Faye sat back in her seat and considered all Sabina had said. Yes, Cyril had done a lot of damage, but her love remained true. She was hopelessly in love. Her love was unconditional and ever abounding. “But…he said he loved me, Sabina.”

“That doesn’t-,”

“More than once, at that! And I think he wants to make me his lady,” Faye added with a flip of her hair and a proud smile.

Sabina shook her head and studied Faye. She wasn’t getting anywhere with her. The girl had changed…and obviously not for the better. Maybe reasoning with her will help, she thought. Then she took a deep breath and said, “Faye, Cyril doesn’t love you.”

Faye raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. That couldn’t possibly be right. Cyril seemed so sincere. “Wh…What?”

Sabina didn’t hesitate to repeat herself. She was going to be relentless and drive her point home. “He doesn’t love you, dear. All he’s concerned about is his satisfaction; you’re nothing but a pawn in his little game. The only role you play is fulfilling his fantasies.” She paused to let Faye chew on that and possibly respond before she continued.

Faye couldn't bring herself to accept what she was hearing even though deep within her heart, she knew it was true. “N-No…” she said, her voice quaking. “You-You’re wrong about him.”

“No, Faye. You and I both know how right I am. He played the both of us. He told me that he wanted me to be his lady long before he told you, meaning that he only came to you when he couldn’t have me.”

“N-N-,” Faye began to hyperventilate as her fantastical world began to crumble around her.

“Yes, that means you were the runner up in this case, darling.” Sabina questioned whether she needed to be so harsh, but she decided that since it seemed to be highly effective, she’d use it as long as necessary. “As much as I…hate to tell you this, you were never his first choice.”

Faye hung her head and looked like she was about to cry. Sabina thought she had won, but was surprised when Faye opened her mouth and said, “Is that so?”

“Yes, it is,” Sabina replied matter-of-factly.

“Hm…Then, would you mind explaining to me why he noticed me before he noticed you back at Bernard’s?”

Sabina was taken aback by this. She recalled Cyril noticing her first. “I’m sorry, Faye, but I think you’re mista-,”

“No,” Faye said as she rose to her feet. “You’re the one who’s mistaken! Cyril saw me before he even considered you. He wanted me upon sight…it was obvious. Then you intervened,” she said with a wrinkle of her nose as she sat back down.

“That doesn’t mean he loves you, dear. Open your eyes—Open your ears and listen to what I am telling you! Cyril used you, he used me; he used the both of us…but I’m afraid he used you more.”

“At least I made it worthwhile!” Faye spat. “Unlike you, I received his advances willingly, never pushing him away when all he wished was to show his love for you.”

Sabina sat back in her seat and looked at Faye in disbelief. She had lost her. Faye was too far-gone; so wrapped up in Cyril, she couldn’t be unwound even by the soundest voice of reason. Every time, Sabina tried to reason with her, the girl would immediately come to Cyril’s defense, concocting some type of explanation or justification for his rash actions.

“What happened to you?” asked Sabina.

“Cyril,” Faye replied simply. “My dear sweet Cyril happened to me and I like it.”

“This isn’t the Faye I know.”

“No, it’s not,” Faye said with mock sympathy. “That Faye is dead. New Faye is here to stay, so you might as well get used to it.” She stood up and straightened her dress then said, “It was nice talking with you, but now I have to go have a little chat with Cyril.”

“No.” Sabina grabbed Faye by the arm and said, “I can’t let you do so without hearing me out completely.”

Faye looked at her as if to say: ‘How dare you.’

“Must I remind you of the fateful night Cyril accosted you?”

The smug look on Faye’s face changed to a look of horror as the memories began to flash across her mind. She shook her head no, but Sabina proceeded.

“How did it feel, Faye?”

“Stop it,” Faye whispered.

“How did it feel to have Cyril pin you down, strip you bare, and feast his eyes on your naked flesh? How did it feel to have his hands run over every inch of your body?”

“Please stop,” Faye begged as she fought the tears that were forming in her eyes.

“How did it feel to have him violate you with his lips, tongue, fingers, and his member?”

“Stop it!” Faye screamed as she struggled to break free of Sabina’s grasp, but Sabina was too strong.

“Did it hurt?”

“Let go of me!”

“Did. It. Hurt?” Sabina reiterated.

“…Yes,” Faye choked.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” the young woman wept as she sank to her knees.

“How much?”

“A lot…and he j-just wouldn’t stop! No matter how much I begged!”

“No matter how much you cried, screamed, and resisted?” Faye shook her head as she let out a few broken sobs. Sabina paused to let the girl catch her breath before continuing saying, “Then, how do you think I felt when Cyril raped me and made my husband, Lionel, watch?” Faye bit back a sob. “How do you think it felt when I discovered I was pregnant by that monster and not by Lionel?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Faye sobbed. Sabina couldn’t tell whether Faye was apologizing for allying with Cyril or for the horrible things that happened to her.

“But, do you see my point?” Sabina asked, releasing Faye’s arm. She nodded. “Do you see now why you can’t stay on his side?”

Faye rubbed her arm for a while, pondering Sabina’s words. Then she cleared her throat and said, “Yes, I understand.” Sabina was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Faye cut her off saying, “But, I refuse to be another you.”

“What’re you-,”

“I will not be another Sabina De la Rosa!” Faye looked Sabina up and down then scoffed. “Cyril adored – No – adores you. He would spend his last penny on you. He’d probably even die for you. He showered you with all of the good things. He bought you the best clothes, the finest jewelry, made sure you were well fed, and…he even let you have his children.”

“I never asked for-,”

“Then there’s me…Yes, he gave me almost everything you got, but one thing was missing. Do you know what that something was, Sabina?” Sabina didn’t answer. “It was love.”

“Faye, why are you saying all of this?”

“Cyril loves you, Sabina!” Faye shouted. “He offered to make you his lady twice and what do you do? You reject him both times! How could you? How dare you?! How dare you reject something too wonderful for words? I never would’ve done anything like that…in fact I practically would’ve jumped into his arms and begged for the wedding to be the very moment after he asked…” She chuckled hysterically. “I hate you.”

“What?” Sabina asked, confused by where the conversation had suddenly gone. One moment Faye was questioning her and berating her. Now she was declaring how much she ‘hated’ Sabina.

“I. Hate. You,” Faye said in a darker tone, emphasizing every word.

“May I ask why?” Sabina asked calmly.

“You were always the one to get the most attention. You were purchased the most and returned the most. You captivated Cyril the moment he saw you and you still captivate him. You have him in the palm of your hand yet you refused to let him express his love for you in the most sacred way possible.” She scoffed. “But, you know what? That’s fine…because I’m going to make him love me the same way he loved you, if not better.”

Suddenly, Sabina slapped Faye so hard she knocked her to the floor. Sabina slowly rose to her feet and said in a calm voice, “Shut up, Faye. You know nothing of what you speak. Do you think I asked for my beauty? My grace? My poise? Do you think I asked for the fire in my eyes that draws men to me like moths to a flame?

“No! I never asked for that…or any of this.” She gestured to the room they stood in, referring to their current situation. “I never asked for Cyril’s twisted love, my children, or for you to get caught in the middle of all of it…” She stepped over Faye, who sat holding her cheek, and headed for the door. “Mark my words; Cyril is incapable of loving anyone other than himself. So, please don’t think that you’ll be able to change that because you won’t.” Then with that, Sabina left the room.

Faye remained there on the floor, holding her cheek and seething. The heat of her anger built and a tear escaped her eye. I don’t think, she thought. I know.
Broken: Chapter 24
Sorry for the delay, my lovelies!

So, tensions are high and something is brewing...What is Faye willing to do for Cyril's love? Who knows? What do you think?

If you're new to the story, here are a few links!

Until next time, my lovelies!

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SolidMars Featured By Owner 38 minutes ago  Hobbyist General Artist
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thank you kindly for the fav on A goodnight kiss, glad you like my work :huggle:
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Thanks for faving the photograph of the domestic version of Moby Dick   :whalehuggle:

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I couldn't resist. He was too adorable! As always, you're welcome, darling! :hug:
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Thanks for liking my work, "Whispers of the Great Deku Tree" :)
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You're welcome, darling! :)
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Looking through my feedback, just now realized you liked a lot of my work.  That makes me happy :D glad you like my work! <3
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Keep up the good work, darling! And thanks for the llama! :)
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cricketumpire Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2015  Hobbyist Photographer
"A monument which shall last..." was complemented by a poem by Allana-san which deserves a wider exposure on dA. It fits the image perfectly   :typerblank:    
        
            My day comes, I shall remain here,
            Becoming one with the earth once again.
            I'll disapear from your eyes, but I swear:
            Never from your memories...

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Perfect fit. Once again, you're welcome darling! :)
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