By zandra
She could not define the differences but they were definitely there, all around her. In the 2 hours she had been at home she had been unable to do much of anything but reflect back on the day she had spent with him. She had finally forced herself to make this sandwich. She knew she had to focus on everyday tasks and that eating was a necessity. She would move through the motions and sooner or later she would be functional again.
A smile crept onto her face as she remembered the romantic dinner last night. There had been lovely delicate flowers on the table. She could still hear the mellow tones that seemed to fill the room ever so softly. The wine he had chosen was perfect. It was sweet without being obvious. It's fragrance seemed to be matched by that of the glowing flames that were emanating from candles throughout the room. He had created a fantasy room for a late night supper...and he had created it just for her!
They laughed and talked in that comfortable way they had fallen into on the net. Before long it seemed as though they were your average everyday couple enjoying each others company at the end of a long day. They were both happy and content.
Just as they finished their late night supper of cold fish, fruit and cheese he announced that their time together was coming to an end. She was taken aback. It was the middle of the night. Everything had been so perfect. Why would he end things so abruptly? Just as she was about to ask him these very things, he moved over towards her. She waited to see what he intended. Her wait was short. Before she knew it she was in his embrace, his lips surrounding hers, claiming her once again as his own.
It took every bit of his will power to refrain from progressing. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone before. But this was not the time. He would not break his promise. It was his word and he was bound to it. Besides, he knew it was the right thing. There was a method to his madness. He needed to build her desire. He needed to reinforce his control in her mind. And so, while he wanted her to feel his love for her, she would not be lost in it today. He would save that for another day.
"It is late, my sweet" he said as he broke the embrace. "You will sleep in the first bedroom on the right at the top of the stairs. Be ready to return to your car at first light" At that he turned and left the room.
She had not seen him again. She had slept well and was up and bathed before dawn. She was ready when the knock came to the door. She opened it to find a driver there who asked for her bag. She blushed when she found she had none. She had held her head high and told him not to worry about it.
She sauntered past him and down the stairs. She was surprised to see her purse sitting on the table at the first landing. Oddly, when she picked it up it felt odd, almost sad. She grasped it to her and walked into the crisp morning air.
The driver held the door for her and she entered as if in a fog. Her life belonged to her again. Or did it? The drive to the restaurant seemed short to her, much shorter than yesterday. Before she knew it she was behind the wheel of her own car headed home.
She tried to concentrate on the road. She tried to focus on the business of driving home. Bit it was no good. She kept finding her mind wandering back to him...to the joy of belonging to him. She had never felt such incredible joy.
Somehow she made it home.
Everything was the same as she had left it, but somehow different. She understood it was not the place, it was her. She was different. She was a possessed woman. She would never be the same.
She began the task of finalizing this life. For she knew He would send for her soon and she would never return.
the end (of one life) the beginning (of a better one
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