Free LovingDragon by Garland Page B

until Cat cried out. “Catherine, do not make the mistake of thinking I won’t hurt you. I have ways of causing pain that you can’t even imagine and I’ll make sure no one ever sees the bruises. Now I am going to send in my assistant, Ashley to help you dress, the limo to take you to the Country Club will be arriving soon. But have no fear. Because you were ‘unavailable’ I have taken the liberty of hiring a wedding planner who has planned our entire glorious day. We are going to be wed at the country club, outside on the green under a specially built arch adorned with your favorite flowers, pink roses.”
    “My favorite flowers are daisies,” proclaimed Cat.
    “That’s where you are wrong darling. Your favorite flower is whatever I tell you they are.” Douglas leaned down to kiss her and at the last moment Cat turned her head so his cold lips landed on her cheek. Douglas eyes narrowed. “I am so looking forward to our wedding night princess.” And with that cryptic remark Douglas left the room. Catherine felt tears gathering as panic started to set in. How in God’s name was she going to get out of this rapidly growing nightmare?
    Catherine came out of the shower, the hot water having done wonders to make her feel stronger, more herself. Her mind having worked through the effects of the drug that Douglas had given her was spinning with thoughts of how to get out of this mess. Maybe if she could talk to her parents one more time. Or perhaps, if the opportunity presented itself she could steal a car and go somewhere where no one could find her. Of course this would mean a life without Dragon, a life on the run, hiding using a fake name maybe. And then there was the fact she had nothing. She hadn’t brought her purse. She had no money, no clothing, and no identification. She felt as trapped as a mouse caught in the paws of a hungry cat.
    Catherine was so engrossed in her thoughts that it was a moment before she realized she was no longer alone in the basement. A young woman sat on the end of the bed, eyeing her with a mixture of curiosity and something else, jealousy maybe? Anger? “Who are you?” Cat asked.
    The woman stood, she really was quite pretty in a hardened kind of way. She was similar to size and height to Catherine herself. And her hair was blonde, but clearly not naturally that light. Her eyes were overly made-up and a pale blue in color. “I’m Ashley, Douglas…I mean Mr. Washburn’s Assistant. He has asked me to help you dress.”
    “I won’t need your help, you can leave,” stated Cat. Turning her back on the woman to reach for the bra, panties, garter and stockings that Douglas had laid out for her to wear beneath her wedding gown.
    “I don’t take my orders from you,” said Ashley.
    Catherine held up the panties with disgust. “Suit yourself, stay or go it makes no matter to me.”
    Ashley walked to stand beside her and gently figured a silky, milky white stocking. “You have no idea how lucky you are. To be marrying such a man as Douglas? I would give my right arm if he would only want me as his wife,” she said wistfully.
    Catherine starred at her in amazement. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”
    A tear slid slowly down the corner of one of Ashley’s eyes and she wiped it away with her fingers before she answered. “Yes. I’ve never met anyone like him before. He buys me beautiful clothes and he bought me these.” She reached up and cupped both her breasts. “And he fucks me over and over again, making me come until I scream with the pleasure. The power and the money is something I’ve never experienced before. He took me off the streets and put me up in a beautiful apartment. Douglas treats me like a queen. He told me one night that he would marry me if only I had come from the right kind of family.”
    An idea started to form in Catherine’s mind. It was crazy, insane really, but with luck she just might be able to pull it off.
     
     

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