Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I didn’t say anything to her about the things I did to her or planned to do to her. Instead, I kept the conversation light and spoke of more mundane things.
We had a great discussion about the condition of the world and of course I used every opportunity to show her how much better her situation was here with me than out there.
That evening we watched the news together. I’d been keeping up with the news for a while, looking for any news about her disappearance. She didn’t know but I did, that she had already been written off as a runaway. No one was looking for her.
That wasn’t my reason for wanting her to watch the news though, her story was old news already. I wanted her to see what I see when I look at it. The degradation and depravity that exists in the world she moved in before she came to the peace and serenity of the farm.
“I like what you did with the old parlor. I don’t think anyone has ever made it that pretty before.” She was sitting on my lap with my hand fondling her tit as we looked at the tube.
“Thank you.” I squeezed her nipple in answer and carried on watching.
For the next two weeks, I took her outside more and more. Once she rode my horse in front of me and I finally got to fuck her on his back.
And a few evenings, I had her sit behind me on the ATV. She took to both so well I promised to buy her-her own horse and ATV. She lit up at the offer and kissed my cheek.
“Carter, I’m ready for bed it’s getting cold.” I put down the book I was reading while she laid reading her own with her head on my lap.
“Okay, little darling let me make sure everything is locked up.” She walked off into the bedroom while I secured the house before joining her. She was in bed with the covers over her and the pillows at her back.
We’d got to using candles at night instead of electricity because it made everything seem so cozy and she’d lit the ones on her night table and mine. “Should we light the fire tonight you think, or is it still too warm?”
“Oh that would be nice.” I already had the wood ready and all it took was adding some kindling and striking a match. I made sure it was fine before going around the bed to my side and climbing in under the covers.
I moved close to her back and wrapped my arm around her. Her hand reached for mine and pulled it higher over her breast. I caressed her as we talked about the coming winter and all the fun things there was to do around here this time of year.
She was excited for me to teach her how to can vegetables and make jam the way my mama had taught me. By the time she pushed back and slightly raised her leg I was already hard as a pike and all it took was for me to angle my hips and slip my cock up inside her while we carried on our conversation.
13
Macy
I’m not sure when it happened, but I couldn’t have been here that long when he started making sense. Every morning I woke up and went outside and the air was fresh and crisp. All around me was peace and quiet and the most beautiful land I’d ever seen.
Carter spent almost every second with me, teaching me things. I even learned how to milk the cows and find the eggs the hens laid for the day.
I was learning so much here, like how to make candles and soap, who knew that stuff could me so much fun? Carter had taught Rex how to accept me and now he just follows me around when I go outside instead of growling and carrying on, he was just a big old softie.
Carter taught me how to make the soda bread his mama used to make and we had fun with that and a whole lot of other things his mama had taught him when he was just a little boy. My mom never taught me shit but how to be mean and to hate men.
The first morning I woke up and found jeans and the softest cashmere sweater thrown over the old rocker in the bedroom with new riding boots and a kickass shearling jacket I almost had a heart attack.
I ran into the kitchen where he was getting the coffee ready, sure I made a sight but I didn’t care. “I’m not going back, you can’t make me.” I was already in tears and my little fists were clenched so tight I thought they would break.
“What is it Angel, did you have a bad dream?” He turned and came to me, taking me in his arms but I was mad as hell. I pounded his chest and yelled at him until he grabbed both my hands and held them in one of his.