Free A Rebel Captive by J.D. Thompson Page A

down cast and remember, Livie, no one will harm you.  You’re mine.” She stiffened and he knew the moment was over; she was closed to him again. 
    He took her hand and led her into the great hall.  She didn’t resist, but he could feel her tension building.  They walked to the center of the hall and through double doors into an office.  Cole sat at a desk and motioned for her to sit on a cushion on the floor beside him.  Her eyes went dark and the tension mounting in her turned to anger, she wanted to throw a fit. 
    “Sit, now.” His voice was icy. 
    Olivia slowly knelt, sick to her stomach that she was about to sit at his feet.  He nudged her legs apart and moved her hands to rest on her thighs.
    “Perfect, now stay like that.” He tussled her hair and she looked up at him, fuming.  
    A well-dressed man walked in carrying a folder.  Cole shook his hand and they started talking.  The man eyed her and she stared right back, wanting to scream at him to fuck off.  Her anger so thick she was trembling.  Cole turned her head away, directing her eyes to the floor. 
    “Sorry about that, Ben, she’s still learning.”  The man nodded and promptly ignored her, starting to talk to Cole again. 
    It took a few minutes for her to get a handle on her anger and humiliation.  She took a few deep breaths and flexed her fingers against her legs, eventually she calmed.  The conversation before her was boring.  She had little concern for District issues so she half listened to them talk, but mainly watched the happenings in the hall.  There were so many soldiers milling about it made her feel like a skittish, wild, animal.  A fair amount of the soldiers stole a glance or two at her and she grew uncomfortably aware that she was on her knees under a desk at the feet of some man. 
    Across from Cole’s office was a large library.  She stared at the rows and rows of books, wondering if any of these men even touched them.  A group of soldiers were lounging on the two sofas in the library, talking and laughing with one another.  A few of them started to stare at her and she did her best to look away and try to focus on something else, but she couldn’t help looking back at the group.  One of the men got up and left while the others smirked and continued to watch her as they spoke.  She darted her eyes away and shifted nervously.   
    At one point, a servant came in carrying a tray of snacks and beer.  Olivia spotted a bowl of raspberries and wondered if they were the same she picked that morning.  Cole popped a few in his mouth and she felt her stomach rumble.  He picked one up and put it in front of her.  She reached for it, but he pulled away.  She glared up at him, but he was glaring right back.  He put it back in front of her and she wanted to bite him, but instead she sighed and gingerly opened her mouth to take it, hunger winning out over defiance. 
    Cole almost forgot Ben was there, talking to him.  He felt her lips brush his fingers and he instantly hardened.  He picked up another berry and fed it to her.  There was something so alluring about her kneeling at his feet, eating out of his hand. 
    There was something so delicious about the fruit; maybe it was because she hadn’t eaten all day.  She hated him feeding her.  It made her felt exactly like his nickname, Pet, but each berry became easier to take as the few pieces fueled her hunger.  Soon the bowl was empty and she was almost disappointed.  Ben got up and Cole shook his hand again then a new man came in and the routine began again.  She itched to get up and stretch her legs.  Cole seemed to sense her discomfort and started running his hand through her hair. 
    About halfway through the men’s conversation the group of soldiers in the library started to shout and cheer.  She looked over to them and saw the one soldier returning with a woman.  It was one of the other captives.  Olivia recognized the woman from her first day