Rockland, Texas.
Mandy continued, though her tone of voice changed drastically. “We’re a big family. We love each other and take great care of each other. Cabela is a wonderful leader and has taught me so much. I love getting to live with my coven. If I had my way, I would never leave home.” Mitch had to fight off a shiver of horror. Her voice had become completely flat, devoid of all emotion, as if she was reciting a particularly boring piece of literature. She had clearly been trained to say that.
“Is it Cabela who beats you?” Mitch asked the question, watching her closely. He could actually see her struggle to pronounce the word she wished, nearly choking herself with the effort, before giving up and stating in her flat tone, “Of course not. Even when I don’t do something right, he just corrects me gently and with love.”
Had Mitch been listening just to the words, he might have been thrown off by her answer, but he’d seen her struggle with trying to say something entirely different. He was beginning to suspect the reason for her recitations, but he needed to see her eyes to be convinced when he asked his next question.
“Mandy, please look me in the eye while we’re talking about this.” Mandy immediately raised her eyes to his, and Mitch was taken aback by the amount of pain and sorrow in them. He didn’t need to hear what her mouth was saying. If he asked his questions right, she would give him her real answer with her eyes, despite what might be issuing from her mouth.
Just as he opened his mouth to continue his questioning, the timer on the oven buzzed. With a deep sigh, he pulled himself off the couch and went to remove the casserole from the oven. He would wait until after they’d eaten to continue the conversation. For now, however, how was he supposed to get her to loosen up? After a moment of thought, he thought that perhaps he had a solution.
“Mandy…” Mitch began before startling again at how fast she was next to him.
“Yes, Master?”
Mitch sighed again. The whole “Master and Servant” thing might be fun for role-playing in the bedroom, but this was getting old fast.
“For the remainder of the evening, I want you to stop acting like you know I am a Master. I want you to answer my questions honestly and how you want to answer them, not how you have been trained to answer. I want you to relax and allow us to just get to know each other. I feel we have a lot of things to discuss tonight.”
Mitch could see Mandy struggling within herself before she relaxed her body a bit, seeming a bit more natural. “I will try to do so, Mas…Mitch. Please forgive me if I slip up, though. I have been taught my position well, and it is very difficult to reverse five years of intensive training.”
“I understand, and I promise to not get upset with you if you should slip up.” Mitch watched as relief clearly flowed through Mandy. Hopefully, the rest of the night wouldn’t be as difficult if he could continue to find ways around her training.
Chapter 2
Despite his promise, Mandy remained somewhat stiff and uncommunicative. Dinner was eaten quickly, neither really wanting to linger overly long. Mitch did notice, however, how Mandy nearly inhaled her dinner before going back for seconds. Considering her size, he concluded she didn’t often get to eat her fill.
“You were hungry, Mandy.”
“Yes, Mitch. I’m often hungry.”
“Do you not get enough to eat at the compound?” Again, Mandy seemed about to speak before literally choking on her words. Seeing her continued struggle to answer him and obey his current command, Mitch released her from the question. “It’s okay, Mandy. I understand.” The relief shining in her tear-filled eyes was profound as she took several deep breaths. Mitch wondered if the order was so strongly ingrained she would incapacitate herself in her effort to obey, though he didn’t really want to find out. He motioned for them to move back to the
Ru Emerson - (ebook by Flandrel, Undead)