New Life

After half an hour, Marcel returned with food on a tray. Chicken soup, fruit salad, and green tea. He trained for several weeks to be able to fully take care of her. She just looked at him strangely. He prepared to start feeding her.

She carefully examined the soup and the spoon. She analyzed it skeptically, by chance there might be some toxicants. This piece of cutlery looked like it was probably made of silver, so it would definitely react with some kind of poison. But there are toxins that do not react to this type of metal.

Marcel saw her reaction and smiled. He immediately stuffed the soup into his mouth. He placed the tray on the folding table in front of Patricia and began to feed her with a spoon. He took full advantage. He had to force the first spoonful on her. She coughed, swallowed, and resumed eating.

From then he became very patient and gentle with her. She was a slow eater. "I want you to regain your strength and energy. My mother is terrible at taking care of others. I wish you a long and healthy life. By my side, of course."

Patricia rolled her eyes at him. She didn't plan to stay with this gossipy guy, but she preferred to keep quiet. She had no idea what he was capable of if she pissed him off even a little. He stuffed her until she ate both meals.

Marcel started to unlock her arms and legs, he helped her up. Patricia was still too weak after those few days in his mother's clutches. ("Mother-in-law out of dreams.") Her knees buckled and she nearly fell. Marcel was fast enough to catch her and took Patricia into his arms. He carried her up the stairs to the bed.

It startled her. What will happen now?! Marcel put another chain on her leg again and then pointed to the bathroom. Patricia nodded that she understood. He left the room and she immediately began fitting herself into the lock. She pulled out the hairpin she had managed to feel earlier, while walking down the stairs and pushed it in, nothing, pulled and tried to split it apart, but still, it wouldn't butch. No chance, it was impossible.

She lay down on the bed with her back to the door to catch her breath for a moment. Steps! Marcel was on his way back up. Patricia quickly pretended to be asleep. He walked over to the side of the bed, stopped, and looked for a moment. Then he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her into the bed.

Patricia flinched, but she looked away. He started unbuttoning her dress. She tried to fight him off. She wasn't screaming, just panting from the effort. He grabbed both of her hands in one of his and continued. She tossed around wildly. He pulled her clothes off. Patricia broke away from him, jumped to her feet, and began to run, but fell to the ground; because of the chain.

She completely forgot about it in her panic. She sat up and looked around confused as to what she would use to defend herself. Marcel came to her, tore off her bra, but immediately pulled her close to him. Out of nowhere, he pulled out a nightgown and put it on Patricia. *Magic* She didn't even know what happened.

He gently picked her up in his arms and headed for the bed. He carefully placed Patricia on the mattress. Marcel moved to the other side of the bed and began to undress as well, until he was only in his black boxers. To Patricia's surprise, he also pulled off his brown hair and took out brown contact lenses. Wait, what? He pulled off a latex beard and had a blond beard underneath.

He was actually blond with blue eyes, just like his younger brother. All this time it was just a disguise. He lay on his stomach, wrapped his arms around the pillow, rested his chin on it, and began to drown in her eyes.

Patricia turned away again so she wouldn't have to look at him. But he took her by the chin and turned her around. "I'm here now. I won't hurt you. I promise, I'll never lay a finger on you again.” After a moment's hesitation, she had no choice after all. Finally, Patricia turned her attention to her captor.

He was almost two meters, well built. He sure killed a lot of time in the gym exercising. His muscles were huge. Dirty blond with sky-blue eyes. His facial features appeared manly and overly masculine. He was more or less handsome, but with his dark, crazy personality, he probably won't go far with women.

Now she seriously didn't know what to think about him. They looked at each other and then he moved towards her. She could not react properly. Should she panic or stay calm? "What is going on?" He ran his hands all over her body up to her hips. He squeezed them, spread her legs, and pulled her against his pelvis. Patricia was frozen in fear and shock.

Sensing her anxiety, Marcel let go of her and pressed his face into her belly, taking a deep breath and starting kissing his way up her chest from there. She thought he was going to pounce on her at that moment. Patricia covered her face with both hands and expected the worst.

Marcel laid down and rested his head on her breast. He sought for her hands. He grabbed them both. One by one he put them on his own back and with the other he indicated stroking on his head and face. Patricia calmed down and rather preferred to obey him. She redeemed herself by stroking.

He took her face between two fingers and massaged it gently. He wanted it to be mutual, to make both of them feel better. It wasn't long before he stopped because he fell asleep. Patricia was finally able to breathe properly, but she didn't realize that she was still stroking him; mechanical movement. It continued until she too went into the realm of dreams.

The next morning she awoke to a huge rumble, a bang. She sat up straight and turned towards the bathroom. Marcel came out and apologized. He dropped a bottle of bath salt. Patricia only now realized that she was completely naked under her blanket. The sound of water running into the tub reassured her that rape was not taking place; for now.

The pleasant smell of roses wafted from the bathroom. She closed her eyes, Patricia was still sleepy. Her body jerked as Marcel sat down behind her. He just wanted to comb her hair and put it in a bun.

He unlocked the chain, Patricia still took it fine, until he tore down the blanket from her and dragged her into the bathroom. He locked the room and placed the key on top of the door frame, because she couldn't reach there.