The Good Girl Part 2

Present Day

As I stood in that room and looked at those paintings it was as if they were mocking me. I felt helpless standing there, remembering that I chose this life for myself. 

My head was filled with terror the rest of the day. Had I done something wrong lately? Had I stepped out of line? I looked at my watch and realized it was time to head downstairs and get ready. I heard the car pull into the driveway and assumed the same position as when he left in the morning. 

After he walked in he tilted my head up and noticed the tear running down my face. 

“Is something wrong my little Ray”

He often called me his ray of sunshine. It was something I found endearing. I had been called Ray most of my life but coming from him it sounded so right. 

“Why did you have me enter the spare room? Have I done something wrong?”

“Don’t you worry you’re pretty little head. If I wanted you to know something then I would tell you. We don’t play games in this house” he said with a wink. 

If only that were true. 

The Past

Two months into my new life living with Kaleb I slowly got used to my routine. Of course I quit my job. It’s not like we needed the money. I got used to receiving my lists in the morning during the week. On the weekends we were always doing something fun, a trip with friends, dinner with his parents, outings to the park, the list goes on and on. 

One Monday morning we went about our usual routine. Except this morning he left without leaving me a list. 

This was a first. 

I was alone in the house with nothing to do. I lingered by the front door waiting for him to run back in with the forgotten list but he never came. 

Eventually I assumed I had the day off. I spent my day lounging about the house. Watching tv, reading one of the hundreds of books in my room that I never have time for, i put my favorite record on the record player and let it fill the house with music. I danced around enjoying my freedom. Assuming this was a reward for being such an obedient good girl. 

My watched beeped and it was time to assume my position by the door. After a quick touch up. I knelt down and waited for him to walk inside. I was prepared to thank him over and over again for allowing me this day to myself. 

He came inside and instead of acknowledging me he walked right by me. I had the burning desire to look up to see what he was doing but I knew better than that. All of a sudden I could hear myself. I could hear myself singing along with my favorite song. I heard myself go on and on about how I really deserved a day off. 

How could I have been so naive. He had cameras all throughout the house. He had recorded me all day. And me with my big mouth had been narrating my entire inner monologue for anyone who was listening. 

I could hear him storming back to me. He lifted my chin only to meet my face with a slap. 

He had never hit me before. Sure I felt pain during my training but it never came directly from him. Always from an implement. Never had I felt his raw touch. I had dreamed of this day so many times. I had given up hope that it would come. I felt so alive. So confused. I wanted more though. 

He went on about how I was lazy and ungrateful. He’s pacing back and forth lecturing me. He’s inside his own head now. I’m not even sure he would notice if I got up and walked out. His rage was over powering him. He leaves me without a list one day and I revert to being a pig. He tells me that he thought I could be a good girl even without a list but that he was wrong. I wasn’t a good girl. He grabbed my wrist and began leading me to the door.

Present Day

He snaps his fingers and I stand up and disrobe the way I do every evening. He unzips the back of my dress. I step out of it, fold it with care and place it on the nearby table. I haven’t worn underwear a single day of our relationship so I’m already stark naked, except for my collar of course. He lets his hands glide over my body as if he’s taking a mental inventory of every part of my body going over some checklist only he knows of. He leave me for his study and I begin towards the kitchen to start dinner. He calls me into his study before I can even get to the fridge. 

This too was new. I had never been in there before. So many thoughts were swirling around my head. I cautiously entered his study. Trying hard to keep my gaze focused down instead of letting my eyes wander. He wouldn’t like that. 

His expression was happy so that was a good sign. He told me about one of his projects at work was finally completed and tonight he wanted to celebrate. 

“It’s a bit last notice for a party but I could pull something together”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ve got something else in mind for tonight. Something that I’ve been mulling around for awhile. You know I don’t like trying new things but I think tonight is special so we shall do something special.”

I see him enter a code into the bottom drawer of his desk and he pulls out a ring of keys that I’m all too familiar with it. It has the keys to everything. My collar, my bedroom, the basement door....

He instructs me to get on all fours. With his hand on my collar he leads me out of the office and into the kitchen. He snaps his fingers and I stand up immediately. He tells me to begin preparing dinner. That he wants mashed potatoes, steak, vegetables and red wine. I go for the peeler and get to work. 

As soon as he reappears I jump. I didn’t even hear him come in the room. I can tell he’s giddy. He looks like a little boy about to open his presents on Christmas morning. He pulls me close and kisses me. He grabs my hand and has me feel just how excited he is. This puts me on edge further. He’s never this impulsive. 

He goes into one of the cupboards and pulls out the dog bowl. My face drops. I spent at least an hour on dinner. I was looking forward to sitting with him and eating. He notices my face and assured me it’s not for me and winks. He goes to the garbage and pulls out the potato skins I had peeled. He also cuts a tiny portion of steak and cuts it into bite size pieces. He places the bowl by the table and then pulls out my chair for me. He takes his seat and snaps his fingers. 

That’s when I see her. Val comes crawling towards the table and I let my mouth hang open in shock. I had never been on the main floor with another woman, or as he makes me call them, another sister before. 

The Past

His grip on my wrist is tight and hurts. He leads me through the house and pulls the keys out of his pocket. He selects the correct one and enters it into the lock. Before he turns the key he looks at me. 

“You have been a bad girl”

My heart is racing. I’ve been waiting for this moment since we’ve met. He opens the door and it leads to a dark staircase. I’m trying to keep up with him as he expertly walks down the stairs in utter darkness. I fear that if I fall he’ll just keep dragging me down the stairs behind him. 

We make it to the bottom and I have trouble getting my balance in the dark. My arms stretched out in front of me looking for anything trying to gain some sort of knowledge of my surroundings. However I could have never imagined what was actually down there with me.