says.
“What is it?”
“Open it, and see.”
I accept the little box. My fingers tremble as they run over the sides. I open it, and stare.
Inside is a beautiful diamond ring. It catches the light and scatters it into millions of different rays. I’ve never seen anything like it.
“Why?” is all I manage.
“As a token of my appreciation,” Stonehart replies. I reach out hesitatingly with my thumb and stroke the diamond. I don’t quite believe it’s real. “You might think of it as… a token of good behavior . Here. Let me.”
He takes the box from my hand and picks up the ring. I hold my hand suspended in the air as he slides it over my ring finger. It fits above my knuckle like a dream.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I like it very much.”
“Good.” Stonehart smiles. “I am pleased.”
At that moment, I catch a dangerous glimmer in his eye. It makes me take an involuntary step back.
“ Lilly .” Stonehart emphasizes my name as his eyes pierce into me. “Every good deed deserves a reward.”
My heart starts racing as I realize what he means. I’ve been preparing myself for this, but actually going through with it… it’s a different story. The look on his face tells me exactly what he wants.
His hands jut out and clasp my shoulders. He presses down, forcing me to my knees. “Consider this,” he says, unzipping his pants, “…a small taste of things to come.”
His hand twists hard into my hair and he jerks me to him. “Be a good girl, now, and don’t bite.”
***
I splash my face with cold water again and again, trying to erase the memory of what just happened.
The minute Jeremy’s pants came off, he became… an animal. I could feel him channeling all his suppressed rage into me. He didn’t care if I choked, didn’t care if he pulled my hair so hard it was almost ripped from its roots. All he cared about was getting his pleasure, showering me with his release , and then… turning around and leaving.
I cringe as I try to wipe a string of semen from my hair. Having it touch my skin fills me with disgust. I toss the soiled paper napkin into the toilet and press the flush lever with my toe.
Feeling slightly cleaner, but no less used, I drag myself to the powder room to take in my reflection.
There are a few popped blood vessels in my forehead from when he wrapped his hands around my neck and cut off circulation. I can cover those up with a modest brushing. My eyes are rimmed red from the tears that ran down my face. I check the drawers for some Visine, find it, and put a few drops in each eye. Stonehart said to expect him again today, and of course, that means keeping up appearances.
I set to it.
***
I prop myself up against the countertop when I’m done. It’s amazing how much a little makeup can transform a person’s appearance.
I look as radiant as ever.
I hold my shoulders high and waltz out to select my evening attire. When Stonehart left me, I was a huddling mess on the floor. When he sees me next, he will find no sign of that woman.
Determination to see justice done keeps my spirit from breaking. Stonehart wants to prove to me that he owns my body. I will let him indulge in that fantasy.
This is only day one.
Chapter Six
I come back to the sunroom to an unexpected surprise. The door leading outside is open.
For a moment, my brain cannot comprehend what this means. Am I allowed out? Is this another so-called “token of good behavior”?
Only after grappling with those thoughts do I notice a dining table being set up by the same elderly woman who cared for me that day a week ago. She stops what she’s doing when she notices me, and smiles.
“You are looking the picture of health this morning, Miss Ryder.”
I blink, surprised to be addressed by anyone other than Stonehart. I am so used to being forgotten. Old habits die hard, I guess.
“Oh,” I stammer. “Thank you.” I take a few careful steps toward her. “I’m