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Lee blinked, as the sun gently shone through the blinds of the windows. They were at the summer house, overlooking the glistening and gorgeous lake. She felt around next to her, but there was only air. No Edward, no luscious newlywed husband to snuggle up to.
Where had he gotten to? More specifically, what was he up to? Knowing Edward, he had some devilish plans up his sleeve, but usually he would leave a hint of some sort or another, maybe a misplaced bit of rope here, or a trail of blood there.
She tiptoed out of the bedroom, making sure not to make any sound, as to not arouse Edward of her presence. Lee needed to know what that sneaky little bastard, sorry Sir- sorry husband, was up to. Firstly, Lee checked the bathroom, where evidence of the previous night's activities were still shining on the mirror, and the shower door, and of course, the walls. He was not there. Why would he be? It was Lee's place to clean the bathroom, and to serve Sir's every need.
Moving swiftly, Lee went towards the kitchen. There was no smell of pancakes, or bacon. Whilst it was her place to serve Sir, he did still like to spoil Lee every now and again with a freshly cooked sumptuous breakfast. There were no dishes in the sink, no soap suds spilling out on to the countertops either.
God - where was this man. Call and he was never there. Don't call and he'd stand behind you with his palm outstretched, ready to inflict some sweet, sweet violence onto the nearest available bodily surface.
She decided to check the airing cupboard, on the off chance that he'd squeezed himself in there. Lee's fingers quivered with anticipation as she turned the knob, her palms beading with sweat.
Lee walked in. Just a step, that was all she could really take. Suddenly, her vision went black, the littlest bit of light visible in-between slits. Was this a poorly designed blindfold, or something else entirely?
'Hello, Mrs Gray. Expecting me, were you?'
A familliar voice in the ether. Of course the twat would make the same move twice in a row, sneaking up behind her. It was the oldest trick in the book, very expected, not really that exciting anymore. However, Lee was going to get the shock of a lifetime when Sir did not do as she'd expected. His fingers were not making their way to her waistband, as they'd usually do by now. Instead, he was massaging her calves, as much as he could in the cramped airing cupboard, his face almost grazing her arse. Was he planning to start things off differently? Perhaps making a surprise entrance?
Not entirely. His hands did not find her arse, nor did he un-strip Lee of her undergarments. He simply whispered a few delicate words, before roughly pushing her out of the cupboard and into the hallway.
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Lee ran. She ran like she did when she ran into Sir's arms, when he finally gave into his want and his desire and his love for her. She ran like her burning calves had suddenly been soothed with ice water, even though she was nowhere near the lake yet. She ran like a scared woman. Three words and she was gone, fleeing like a scared dog.
Looking backwards hastily, Lee could see the frenzied shadow of her Sir, abandoning his suit jacket and his shirt, sprinting towards her. She needed to get away from him and fast. Thinking wildly, Lee did the only thing that made sense to her. She jumped into the lake, gasping with pain as the cold water made contact with her warm body. Her hands and legs flailed, desperately trying to keep her head above water.
Lee knew what would happen if he saw her in the lake. She needed to get to a place where she could safely hide beneath the surface of the water, before Sir could spot her. Lee tentatively crept forwards, bobbing her head gently below the surface of the lake. Amongst the tiny ripples of water, she hastily took off her blouse and let it ride away in the abyss. He would think Lee had gone to the other side of the lake, before dumping her clothing near to her. Her moves were calculated, all a plot to buy her time and safety.
Otherwise Sir would unleash hell. He'd drag her out by the hair, and then meticulously hold the tip of her nose before pushing her back in below the surface. The temporary disorientation was terrifying, the freshwater going up her nose and burning the back of her nose even more so. It wasn't safe technique, she knew that, so she wanted to delay the experience as long as possible. They had negotiated this at some point, Sir a professional with the legalities of waterboarding. Illegal, yes. Torture method, also yes. Other professionals in their sort of relationship would frown upon such risky usage of freshwater, especially in a natural and unsterile environment, but Lee knew a thing or two about this lake that others did not. It was an artificial lake, with the water meticulously drained every day whilst they were there, and filled back up again when they needed it.
She still hated it. It wasn't a limit for Lee, but it bordered on the uncomfortable. Sir did not care about uncomfortable though. She knew this from the day she met him, his steely gaze meeting hers over his desk, watching the sopping raincoat drip water onto Sir's pristine wooden floors. She was his, entirely and wholly, for him to use and abuse however he wanted. It was different to the fantasy she'd created in her head, and witnessed in the books at the dark corner of the public library. They had talked about it right before their wedding. She had agreed to be uncomfortable and bear any pain that he would inflict on her, mental, fearful, or otherwise. Until death do them part.