(TW: 18+ chapter, sexual content written)

Aurora's Point Of View

Ethereal, hazy white light glossed and cast over a bedroom...but who's?

Where am I?

Peering around wistfully, the unfamiliar bedroom was barren except for the bed I sat on with simple cream sheets, and a large, open window with glittering sun light flittering through its sheer curtain. Looking down, I find myself in a white baby-doll lingerie, everything so soft and innocent. I reach down and touch the bottom of the dress, which sits on my thighs.

The open wind blew soft summer wind, light and airy, it felt safe. Sheer curtains waved through the air of open windows, a chilly breeze causing a shudder over my bare shoulders. A velvet hand touched mine, I flinch lightly, glancing up.

Raspberry freckled cheeks widen with a grin when my eyes meet his, baby blues against hazel hues, and I take in the matching, equally radiant red, curly locks above hazel eyes. Beck.

He leads me up, pulling me to his body wordlessly as my head meets his chest. This is all so nonsensical, but I don't mind, I'm so close to him. He smells of gingerbread and wintergreen. I peer up at him wide-eyed, his frame towering substantially over mine, his fingers delicately tip my chin up. He's touching me, and my mind is static.

"You are poetry, Aurora," He whispers gingerly, fingernails tracing the curve of my cheek.

I shiver as my mouth hangs slightly ajar in shock.

"What?" I reply.

I couldn't decipher what that meant in the moment, but I was moreso distracted by the intimacy between us. This close, I could see the multitude of candy apple specks on his cheeks. Like stars at dusk, there were too many to count. He is red velvet embodied: coquettishly warm, safe as spring's breath, surreptitiously dominant. I have never felt so at peace, yet so turned on. My wheels turn for him, lust inexorable, my body clenches for a subtle touch, a feathered kiss, for his voice to be close to my ear.

His head dips close to my neck and my thighs clench tightly as I gasp. The gentle ends of his curls tickle my bare skin as he whispers,

"Tell me how you want it. I'll be gentle, if you want," His words are melted chocolate and his mouth silky soft, leading my eyes to roll back, wetness pooling under the babydoll dress as I whine and clutch the bottom of it in my hands.

His hand gently leans me comfortably onto my back, my eyes follow his as he ascends over my figure.

What's happening?!

Is this a...sex dream?

"You get wet so easily, fuck," He mutters, slapping my thigh.

I jolt from the action, soaking my panties further as I let out a strangled whine.

Do something about it, Beck!

"You want me to do something, don't you, Aurora?" He prods with a gentle, teasing smirk.

Of course I do!

He gazes innocently, the delicacy of his brown iris's are like baby's breath.

"Ask me, pretty girl," He murmurs, lust covered lips lush against my ear. His eager fingers envelop my hip bones and squeeze, before they rub my thigh softly, "tell me how you want it, and I'll serve you," He whispers. "Tell me, now."

His flirtations are the softest rolls of thunder; An edge of dominance resonates, but doesn't overpower me so I feel unsafe. It's just the right balance.

"I can give it all to you, baby," His blissful voice babbles, sending me.

His touch on my leg is smooth like pomegranate wine, his mouth against my ear is sweet like caramel drips, the lull of his voice is hypnotic. He is the sum of grace and divine affection with rough edges, like a rose wearing leather. I stare at his lips, watermelon colored and plump like a buttercup in full bloom, his ripe bottom lip imploring me to bite it between my teeth.

Beck leans in before-

Harsh tugging on my hair pulls me out of my dream, a gasp catching in my throat. I cough slightly, adjusting to being awake, the hazy and ethereal white bedroom now gone. My eyes peal open, revealing me in Arlan's bed. A splash a cold reality awakens me, and Arlan releases my hair. A feeling pure irritation hits as I rub at my eyes, before peering up to find a shirtless Arlan in only black silk boxers. He held a devious smirk.

Why is he so amused? What's he got planned?

I give him a look of confusion.

"Someone's having a raunchy dream," He remarks amusedly with a smirk, tugging my hair again to taunt me, a blush runs down my face.

I feel shrunken to a field mouse with humiliation, my terror-struck pupils evading his gaze. Arlan's flesh-thirty, lust drunk eyes follow me as I sit in his misogynistic little mouse trap, watching me squirm. His smirk deepens in satisfaction at my blush and squirming as I confirm his suspicions.

I'm disillusioned with myself, how did this happen? Beck hasn't even been on my mind that much...and Arlan noticing my dream-

How would Arlan even know?

A horrifying fear that I was wet, or some other signal of me being horny being apparent, crept in. It was humiliating. I didn't feel wet, so how would he know?

Actually...was I wet?

Arlan's tainted, icy finger tips my chin up, animalistic eyes piercing through mine.

"I love those little whimpers you make in your sleep, I've been listening for a while," He comments, tone laced with perceptible horniness. His hand invaded my space as it slid under the covers and squeezed the flesh of my thigh rather roughly, earning a small whimper, but this time out of fear. He growled, smirk growing bigger. He liked those ones better, anyway, which made fear grip me.

Tears brimmed my eyes as I looked down, again. This whole ordeal was mortifying. My sex dream. It being about Beck. Arlan noticing it. Arlan thinking it's about him.

He crawled to hover over my body as I recoiled, feeling mortified.

"Don't be embarrassed," He dipped down to catch my lips in his, moving in a kiss. "I fantasize about you, too. Will you let me feel how wet you are?"

"Stop!" I cringed, which only made him chuckle as he began to pepper my neck with his lips.

Disgusting, I cringed. He was so pretentious! As if I would ever have a sex dream about him.

Sure, one might think, objectively, that Arlan's physique and aesthetic could be considered "attractive". But I was terrified of him, not sexually attracted to him at all, I never fantasized about him. All he brought to me was terror, anxiety, and sheer fear for my wellbeing. He exhausted my mental state.

Everything about him intimidated the eye, from the way his muscles strained against the fabric of his shirts, to the colored tattoos that winded and snaked all around his skin, to his midnight, jet black hair and eyebrows, and his chill-inducing, dark voice that often spat a slew of vulgar profanities, insults and threats.

"I mean, when am I not fantasizing about you, my little, fragile Dove?" He provoked, lustfully, making my stomach churn and break from my thoughts. "I'll tell you-it's always. I'm always obsessing over your naked body-in the morning, at work, in the afternoon, when I shower...I run my hand over my dick and picture your tits hanging, your smooth skin, you screaming til your lungs go raw, cum running down your leg and you're crying those cute little tears," He grazes the nail of his pointer finger from below my eye down the curve of my cheek mockingly. "And I cum hard, each time harder than the last. How is it you're able to turn me on more and more each time, hm? And without you even being there in person, Dove..."

I had tuned all of Arlan's dirty words out, solely focused on how confused and embarrassed I was. My head was so clouded, I was judging myself so hard and filled with so much shame and embarrassment that I had just had my first ever sex dream. I felt dirty. I felt wrong. I felt confused.

I wasn't one to ever sexually fantasize, how could I have my brain have turned to this? I felt dirty, like there was something wrong with me, my subconscious. I knew I had romantic feelings for Beck, but to think about having sex with him already? Wasn't it too soon?

And how did my mind become such a dirty place?

Since meeting Arlan, I had two ideas in my head: What I wanted sex to be, and what I knew it was realistically, and it wasn't something I consciously wanted with someone else for a very long because Arlan ruined it. I thought of it as something objectifying. Arlan made it seem like women were mere pleasure tools meant to fix the itch of men's horniness, loneliness, and emptiness. And now...I was subconsciously desiring it? How could this happen? How was my mind already trusting Beck in this way to know he viewed sex in a safe way, where I would feel safe?

How would I even face Beck now? In my dream, I stood in front of him in lingerie and moaned and whimpered in his presence. I reveled in his soft touch and grew squirmy and excited at his rigid tones and demands. Clearly, I had some sort of sexual desire for him I hadn't even established in my conscious thoughts. When did this start happening?

So many questions paraded my skull that I was merely numb to the feeling of Arlan's lips on my neck. Finally, my sense of touch came to me and I pulled myself out of my thoughts. Arlan's weight surely doubled over my own, and he was crushing me. I merely pushed at Arlan's broad shoulders which was no help to me.

"Enough!" I whined, bothered, shaking my head. But to no avail. Only met with his chest rumbling against mine with dark, subtle laughter.

"Tell me, naughty girl," Arlan's teeth bit my lower ear. "What were you thinking? I saw your thighs clench and unclench, does that pussy need attention?" He drawled, hand crawling down to reach between my thigh.

In a fit of panic, I thrashed, crying out.

"N-no, no!"

Arlan chuckled deeply, easily separating my thighs, anyway. The pads of his middle and pointer finger carresed over my panty covered clit.

"Don't be embarrassed, you liked it last time," He snarled softly.

Remembering our whole incident in the bath, panic caught in my throat, my hyperventilating becoming apparent immediately. Scenes of being underwater flashed in my head and my nervous system kicked in, full throttle, claws out. I began clawing at him, literally.

"Stop! Stop!" I cried out, pleading.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He spat, grabbing my hands at once.

"Please, don't do that again...just....stop," I whispered weakly, trying to push his hands away from my body.

He looked perplexed for a moment, before grabbing my lamb at the side of the bed and handing it to me. It was entirely worn out at this point, no comfort in it.

Arlan waited, as if I'd eagerly reach for it, but I didn't. There was only one person I needed right now.

"Don't you want your lamb? You can hold him while I pleasure you," He murmured, as if trying to make some bargain.

"No, no!" I cried, shaking my head. "I-I don't...want...you..." Was all I could get out, the fat tears hotly sliding down my face as I heaved in a skipping breath.

"Would you...just calm down?" Arlan angrily snapped, his eyes icy and I flinched, only crying harder. "I'm trying to fuck you and you're severely turning me off. Can't you just go back to being turned on? Not three minutes ago I was fucking the shit out of you in your head."

"I-I didn't have a sex dream about you!" I blurted, infuriated at his ego.

His eyes grew fiery and bulged past his eye sockets, before I knew it he grabbed my neck and my airways closed.

"THEN WHO?" He beseeched deafeningly. "WHO THE FUCK WAS IT ABOUT!" He shook my head.

"N-no one, no o-one!" I pleaded, shakily bringing my much smaller hand to his bulging forearm which protruded with blue veins. "I-I didn't have any dream...like that!" I said in embarassment.

He gruffed in frustration, lunging the lamb across the room and releasing my neck at once, before getting up, huffing and puffing.

"Why can't you just move on, Aurora?"Arlan threw his hands up exasperatedly, eyes protuberant and fiery as they glared hard at me. "Can't you see I'm letting everything go? You aren't even handcuffed, despite you not being obedient. What more can I do?"

I found it incredibly hard to speak, sniffling, my chest heavy.

"Tell me, please," His tone softened, which caught my attention. I peered up at him, sniffling.

"You're a sobbing mess every day, just tell me, please. I miss the bashful Aurora."

"I miss her too, but you took her away," I sniffled.

"So what can I do, Dove?"

"Well, you can let me go," I pleaded.

"Something I'll realistically agree to, Dove," He narrowed his eyes.

I bellowed a sigh, looking down. Right, why would you even try, Aurora? I asked myself. He's not letting me go. He never is. The only way I'd ever make it out of here was by Nate's plan, and I still didn't even know what that was. Or how soon it was coming. Would it be days, weeks, months? How much longer can I last this monster, before he gets worse and worse?

"I want to go to the Fall Back...please," I spoke abruptly, but quietly, politely, my mind not catching up to my mouth.

Arlan's midnight colored brows screwed together, perplexed.

"The fuck is that, Dove?" He spat out.

To be honest, I can't even believe I'm asking him. I guess I eventually had to, I couldn't just sneak out. And if he wants to do me a favor, with me pretending I've 'moved on' from him drowning me, I guess I'll let him.

"I-it's a campus event tonight," I sniffed, leaning up. "A decades event. I want to go with Hadley."

"If I let you go, will you stop these little tantrums so we can resume our normal life?" He spat, eyes narrowed icily.

I flinched and shivered in cold, hard goose bumps when he said 'normal life'. When was any of this at all normal? I'm kidnapped.

"Yes," I meekly agree, evading his harsh gaze and swallowing uncomfortably.

He rubs a hand over his eye, agitated.

'Normal life?!' I thought to myself again, agitation growing. How the fuck could he say that? Was he seriously, seriously that delusional? I resisted lashing out, trying to reason with him.

"And," I piped in, making him drop his hand as he looked at me. "I want Elise to come."

"What?" Arlan repeated incredulously. "For what reason would one of my maids go? She doesn't even go to college."

"I want her t-to have fun, she deserves it," I bargain, pleading, "s-she's my friend."

"No," Arlan clipped cruelly, emerald eyes cold as negative twenty degrees. His words were firm and my heart dropped. "Elise is not my girlfriend, I don't owe any favors to a damn maid," He sneered.

"Please!" I sat up on my knees, my head leveled with his naked abdomen where he stood as I peered up. His jaw clenched at my pleads as he glared down at me. I felt submissive and weak pleading so openly in front of him, and quite literally below him, but I had to, for Elise.

"Elise never gets to leave, she's been cleaning for four years, think of what that does to someone's psyche, Arlan. A-and this...adjustment," I gulp, avoiding the word 'kidnap', "has been difficult, and having Elise as a friend has made everything easier. I want to grant this to her. And if you care about me, you care about my friends," I tried to gently place my hand on his bicep, which was the size of six of my hands, to soothe him.

"You're wrong," Rough fingers took hold of my chin, making my hand fall as I gasped, "you've failed to consider I don't give a fuck about any of that," He sneered, glancing away like a child.

"Oh, no, I haven't failed to notice that-at all," I said, tone becoming agitated as I shimmied out of his hold.

"Watch your tone!" Arlan growled sternly, forearms flexing defensively which had me sinking lower, whimpering.

"Anyone living here is working for me! They should not be your friend, Aurora. I'm your only friend. Not Elise, not Nate, not any of them! This isn't a daycare, you're not here to make friends," He belittled, hurting my feelings. "These are employees, they're here for work, to get paid. Do you think every boss owes their employees special treats?" He venomously retorted.

I licked my lips, fingers fumbling together. I retained all my courage to meet his eyes again and not cry.

"But Arlan, it's not 'treats', it's freedom," I insisted softly. "And not even freedom, because it's just one day. Not even-one night. One night, and Elise is right back to working, knowing her place. She's smart, and good, she knows her place. But...she's also a young girl, she's nineteen, please-let her experience life, for one night, and she'll be right back to work. And so will Nate," The last part accidently slipped out, and I mentally slapped myself. God, why'd I have to continue?! I should've just capped it after talking to Elise...

"Oh, Nate's going?" Arlan scoffed a shaking his head, I gulpvved subtly. "The hell I think he's not. None of you are," Arlan vigorously shook his head and began pacing.

I sighed inwardly and dropped to my bum, sitting crossed legged.

He continued bitterly, "Do you think you're so mature or something, Aurora, that you can try to tell me what 'experiencing life' is? You say, let Elise go to this event, let her experience life. You're a fucking child, you've experienced no life. Don't forget who you're fucking talking to," He scolded, demeaning me.

Before I could even interject, he continued:

"What have any of you even shown to make me think you deserve this? I don't trust any of you. You know, at first, I was going to let you go. And now, you're just making it sound like you wanna hang out with anyone but me," Arlan snarled aggressively, biting out every word between his teeth. His jade eyes met mine. "You keep bargaining, and bargaining, and asking and asking for more and more like a selfish, greedy bitch," He scolded.

It was like a bowling ball hit to the the stomach, I flinched, a red hot blush steamed my face in pure humiliation. Tears smarted my eyes. He had degraded me so many times with insulting language, why did it feel like a shock every time he did it again?

"I-I'm n-not selfish, o-or a greedy b-bitch, I promise," I weakly said, eyes helplessly brimming with steaming tears. My heart rate skipped erratically in my chest. The words hurt my heart to repeat. A single tear dripped, and I sniffed. I took a few moments to collect myself so I wouldn't begin to sob. "I promise...we're just going to eat c-cotton c-candy f-for a few hours, and hang outside, and come r-right back h-home," My words skip with hiccups as I'm crying softly between them, unable to help myself.

Arlan coldly side-eyed me with a tight grimace, hands on his hips. I lower my head and cry, wiping at my eyes. He grunts out a sigh of sheer agitation, pacing towards me. Unexpectedly, I whimper as he tugs my arm up to flip me onto my stomach. The rough pad of his hand strikes my bare bum once, and my body jolts, then twice, my skin stinging as I squeal.

"Fine, whatever," Arlan pulled me up by the armpits, sitting me upright as I rubbed my eyes, completely caught off guard. "Stop being so moody, you can go, you can all just go," He murmurs frustratedly, biting out the words, getting up and walking to his vanity.