The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 4

The blonde girl slept for most of the day after her session with Kurt. Her body ached from his abuse and
longed for more of the pleasure she’d only ever received from him all at the same time. She’d used the alarm clock on her side table to set an alarm for herself. The tone in Kurt’s voice as he warned her not to be late was not something she wished to test.

She woke up at 4:30, giving herself more than enough time to take yet another hot shower and to get ready. Once she was dry, the girl sifted through the clothing hanging in her closet. They were not her own clothes, but they were all the perfect size for her. Elizabeth was anxious as she looked through the silk and cotton, wondering just what she was supposed to where to a dinner with her kidnapper.

Eventually, though, the young woman decided upon a light pink dress with halter straps which tied behind her neck. It was a relatively short dress, only reaching past the first two inches of her upper thigh. In short, her ass was threatening to hang out of the back of it. Unfortunately, most of the clothing in her wardrobe provided by Kurt was quite revealing.

Elizabeth did up her hair, curling it with an iron and pulling the golden locks into a pony tail. She did her eye makeup, but left everything else natural. There were some black flats that she slipped on her feet before she was finished getting dressed with only fifteen minutes to spare.

Quickly, the girl trotted down the hallway and the stairs to the kitchen. The smell that filled the entire first floor was intoxicating, and as she reached the entryway to the kitchen, Kurt must have heard her steps. He called out to her for her to take a seat at the dining room table. She stopped in her tracks and turned about, following his order.

The ebony dining table was made up with a thick table cloth, along with tall candles which were lit and held in small crystal holders. There was a bouquet of flowers at the center of the table in a vase, deep reds and eggshell whites. Elizabeth couldn’t help but to think of Kurt as a bit of a romantic. She was beginning to forget she was even his slave at all. She took a seat at the end of the table and waited for a few moments before Kurt finally entered the room.

He was dressed nicely, as always. A pair of black dress pants hugged his hips so that she could clearly see his bulge through them. He wore a navy blue button-up as well, the top two buttons undone to reveal a bit of his muscular chest. He set a plate before her, then made his way to his own seat across from her and sat with his own plate.

Elizabeth stared down at her food silently, soaking in the smell of it. She glanced up at him, “This looks delicious, Master… What is it?”

“Honey-Basil chicken breast, zucchini, and wild rice,” he answered her, taking up his fork and stabbing a slice of zucchini, biting, chewing, swallowing. He stared at her. The way his eyes were on her made her fidget in her seat a bit. Around him, she felt so small…

She followed his lead, stabbing her fork into her chicken breast and using her knife to cut off just a small piece which she placed into her mouth. The flavor exploded in her mouth as soon as she began chewing. It was the sweetest, most tender piece of meat she’d ever eaten. Uncontrollably, Elizabeth let a small sound escape, then her eyes popped open as she realized. “It’s…” she tried to explain herself, “It tastes incredible, Sir…”

“Thank you, slave,” he responded to her compliment nonchalantly as he took another bite of his own. Elizabeth, for just a moment, wondered if she’d done something wrong – something to upset him. But she didn’t dare ask. Instead, the two continued to eat in silence with one another for a few minute before finally, Kurt spoke again, “Raven told me a lot about you, Elizabeth. Your story interests me quite a bit. May I ask you some questions?”

The blonde looked to him, eyes wide as he mentioned her story. She didn’t want to talk about her past, she’d never liked talking about it much. But the girl also knew that Kurt’s question was not really a question at all. It was a demand. “Y-Yes, you may, Sir.”

“Grief is a terrible thing,” Kurt started, looking her directly in the eyes. His gaze was piercing. His voice was a low smolder, “At the age of seven, you lost both of your parents in a car wreck. You were even in the car with them at the time of the crash, is that right?”

Elizabeth’s brows furrowed as he started digging into her past. Memories flashed through her mind, painful memories. She felt tears stinging behind her eyes and blinked them back. The girl couldn’t muster the strength to speak so she simply nodded her head yes to his question.

“Then you moved with your grandparents. Your grandmother got sick a few years later and dropped dead?”
Another small, sad nod.

“Then, just a year ago, your grandfather suffered a massive stroke. He’s dead now, too, isn’t he?” Kurt continued to tease her, eating a bite of his food here and there.

Elizabeth, however, was quickly losing her appetite. She didn’t touch the dish in front of her. Her heart felt as if it was breaking all over again. She swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.