Set In Stone Chapter 2

I don't remember anything from the rest of the day. It was black. One minute I'm staring at the face of the devil next thing I know I'm waking up, in a bed, in a room, that I have no clue how I got there. Usually when I wake up it's slow and groggy, but today was different. Today I awoke and immediately got out of bed and began to get ready for the day. The scary part was I wasn't doing it. My mind was trapped inside my body, while my body moved and acted on it's own. I fought against each action only to end up mentally tired, but not able to rest because my body wouldn't allow this. As I changed and readied myself for the day, I found myself internally panicking. How could I not have control over my own body? How could I be aware of every motion, every minute, but no control?

My body took me down an unfamiliar hall, into an unfamiliar room, and began to move about cleaning and organizing. This went on for hours and hours. Room after room. I was mentally drained, physically tired, and beyond pissed. It wasn't til HE entered that I received the answers I was desperate for.

As he entered, my body stopped what it was doing. My head lowered in a respectful bow, and I waited. For what I wasn't sure, but still I waited. If I had been in control of my body, I would have peeked a look at him as the moments passed, but since I wasn't in control my gaze remained locked on the intricate rug that laid beneath my feet.

"You may rise" He formally commanded. As my head lifted and my eyes locked on him, I noticed he was different. Not the same dark twisted form I last saw, but the same blank, emotionless body I had first seen.

"I have compelled you, and will continue to do so til you are fully.....adjusted." I guess he thought that was a well enough explanation, but it wasn't. I had no idea what he meant by compelled, but I did know he was admitting that this situation, was his doing.

"Come, little one" He called as he began to move from the room, beckoning for me to follow. I followed down several twisting halls to enter into the dimly lit kitchen. The fire still burning low in the fire place.

"You prepare your meals here, you will be released from the compulsion, every night. However you can not leave the property and you can not go outside after dark." He began moving around the room showing me where items were and describing certain things to me. He talked over the routine I was to have, and what he expected. I also learned the 5 beds and 3 baths were to be cleaned every day. If I had control over my own body I would have cried, or rolled my eyes, but since I didn't I stood like stone taking it all in against my will. It wasn't til he pulled out a stool and motioned for me to sit, that he peaked my curiosity.

A small envelope was placed in my lap and with that he stepped back. If I had control over my body I would be doing exactly what my body was already doing. Ripping the envelope apart to get to whatever was inside, hoping it held some explanation or small hope that I would be freed. It however was a letter from my mom, telling me to be good and listen to the "Gentleman" who would be caring for me. My body was stiff and emotionless, but my heart was broken. No sorry or apology was giving. No promise to get me or even an explanation of why. Just a be good and do as you're told.

For the first time, I was glad I had no control over my body, it meant, he couldn't see how broken I was. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't register that a second envelope was placed in my lap. I looked up back at the man who stood in front of me watching me with cautious eyes.

Picking up and opening the second envelope, I didn't know what to expect, my one and only hope of going home had already failed me so I had no idea of what the second could hold. Holding my breath I read the letter and then reread it and for the first time I felt lighter. The letter was from my sister, telling me she loved me and missed me. She was thankful I took a "Job" that allowed me to be able to take her from our parents, send her to school, even though I didn't get to see her or talk to her for a while, she was glad I was safe and happy.

I had no idea where she got the idea that I had taken a job that allowed us to be free from our parents, but she was safe, and from her letter she seemed happy. That alone made what I was doing worth everything. I wasn't sure when I regained control over my body, I only realized it when the tears fell from my face. I quickly wiped them away. I didn't want to seem weak, not to this stranger, this man who was more demon that man.

"I didn't feel your sister needed to know the whole truth" He answered my unasked question. "So I....what's the word?....Twisted? So that it was easier for her" He finished talking, cocking his head to the side and watching me.

"Thank you" I whispered out, not trusting my voice or body at the moment. A few more moments passed, and suddenly my body stiffened. He once again had taken control of my body.

"Come" He commanded leading the way out of the room. I obediently followed. "You can go outside during the days only, after dark you must stay inside. You can not make any noise during the day. The days are mine to rest. The night is when I work, you are almost always alone, at night." A bubble of hope began to build at the thought of being alone, it meant a chance to escape. "However, you are not allowed to leave the premises."He commanded and we both knew that even if he wasn't here the command still stood. Alone or not his commands still applied. That thought drew me into a completely different train of thought. If he could control my body and not even be near me when he did what else could he do?

My body stopped suddenly, causing my mind to stop and catch up as well. "Your room" He motioned to the door and stepped aside allowing me to enter. I expected him to leave once I entered but he didn't he followed me in.

"The closet contains suitable clothes for work." He motioned towards the closet.

"I will leave you now, but remember the rules" His tone however was not one of friendly reminding, but a deep threat that I knew not to test.

I once again bowed my head in respect against my will and waited patiently for him to leave. He didn't. He didn't move, he didn't speak, just cocked his head to the side and watched me. I felt my body tension ease, and once again, I knew I was in control. What he was waiting for I had no clue, I questioned what to do, but came up empty. Moments continued to pass with neither of us moving.

Finally he chose to break the silence. "Do you not want to know what you should call me?" I jerked my head to him. I hadn't thought of how to address him, truth be told I hadn't thought much of speaking to him.

A slim finger slid under my chin raising my head and my eyes with it, to land on his dark form. His eyes that earlier looked lifeless, now took on the sight of curiosity.

"You may call me master, or Beaumont" He answered his own question. I gave no answer. His dark eyes were beginning to make me uncomfortable, with their relentless stare. I nodded and dropped my gaze, hoping he would get the hint to let me go. He didn't. His thumb followed the curve of my jaw, causing cold chills to erupt all over.

"Get some sleep little one" He commanded, leaving no room for argument. Following his exit I began to ready for bed. Once I climbed into the bed I cast a glance at the clock, only then did the time register in my mind. It was 6 in the morning and I was going to bed. I struggled to stay awake, but fighting against the command was proving pointless. I was tired and confused, but more than that I was scared, not of what would happen to me, but the fear of all that I had signed up for however, frightened me, and when exactly he expected me to fulfill being his. After all I pledged, my life, mind, body and soul all to him.