Yes Master 2

Chapter Thirty-Three

Anita awoke from her deep sleep, sitting up briskly as soon as she did. She glanced around frantically, dazed. Although her surroundings were dark, she could tell by the purple unicorn nightlight plugged into the wall socket by the door across from her that she was in her bedroom. She was back at home, much to her relief. She was on her bed, laying on top of her covers. Cold sweat beaded her forehead and trickled down her spine.

For a short time, she believed that everything that had happened over the past few hours with Loki had been a long, ghastly nightmare. When she happened to look down though, she noticed that she was wearing the purple and gold dress. To be more specific, the purple and gold Asgardian dress. That was when she realized that it had been real. Everything had been real.

As she remembered what had happened to her before she had been put to sleep, her throat tightened and her stomach churned. What Loki had subjected her to had been awful and she could not fight back at all, fearing that if she did, he would make her watch her father die again.

Her throat thickened with sobs and, for what felt like the hundredth time that night, she cried. Her vision blurred from the many tears being produced by her tear glands. She stood and wildly took the dress off, wanting to get away from anything that had to do with Loki or Asgard. She took her black robe from one of the bedposts of her bed and slipped it on. She sat back down on the bed and held onto herself tightly as the tears continued to fall. The sorrow, the humiliation, the internal pain she felt was nearly too much to bear.

Suddenly, the door to her bedroom opened and the light on the ceiling came on. Anita's mother and the personal security guard Anita had hired for her after her incident with Loki, Steven, stood in the doorway. A troubled look was across her mother's face.

"Anita?" she said. She ran to her and embraced her tightly. "Oh thank god you're alright! I was so worried!"

Anita's crying had ceased, surprised by her mother's and Steven's sudden entrance. She returned the hug, very much needing some motherly comfort at that moment.

Her mother let go of her. "Where have you been? You said you would be home by eleven! Do you know what time it is? It's three in the morning! I called you like fifty times but you didn't pick up! So I called Steven and had him pick me up so we could look for you!"

Anita could not believe that she had been gone for so long. Or, maybe she could. She had spent quite some time in Loki's chambers.

She tried to think of a reason as to why she had been out for so long. "I was...I was-"

"And where is the car? It's not in the driveway."

She did not know what to tell her mother. She could not say that it was totaled, in a forest about a half hour away. She would be furious.

"And why were you crying? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?"

"I...I....something bad happened."

"What? What happened?"

She remained silent, trying to think of a good enough story. She had a rough idea. It was not very good. But it was going to have to do for the moment.

"Sophie ditched me. I'm not sure why. She said she was going to the bathroom but then she never came back."

Her mother frowned. "Ditched you? Why would she do that?"

"I don't know. I tried to find her and I tried calling her but she wouldn't answer. So I decided to leave. When I was stopped at a stoplight..."

She paused, her mind scrambling to think of a lie.

"This group of men with guns came up to the car out of nowhere and told me to get out or they would shoot me. So I did. And they took it. I lost the car. I'm so sorry, mom. I'm sorry."

Her mother stared at her, horror in her eyes. She could not believe what her daughter was telling her. "I don't care about the car. A car is replaceable. You aren't."

"And then I tried to call the police but I left my phone in the car. So I had to just walk home in the snow. It was...so cold."

"Oh, baby." Her mother embraced her again and rubbed her back. She let go of her and stroked her hair. "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. It's okay. You're home now. I'm here. Let's go to the police about this."

"No!" exclaimed Anita, a bit too loud. "No I...it's okay. I don't want to. There's nothing I can really tell them. The guys wore ski masks so I couldn't even see their faces."

Her mother appeared to want to object to her reply but eventually nodded. "Okay. I'll respect your decision. You've clearly had a long night. I am reporting the car as missing, though. Maybe someone will see them driving the car and report it."

She stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. Anita did not want her to go. She wanted to be comforted like how a child wanted to be comforted after having a bad dream.

She was standing by the door now, next to Steven, who still stood in the doorway. "I'll let you rest. If you need anything, let me know. Okay?"

"Actually," said Anita, her voice quiet. "Can you stay here with me? I..." tears filled her eyes. "I'm not feeling good right now. I just...I want you to stay, mom."

"Anita..." she said, her voice full of concern. She went back to her and hugged her again. "Of course I'll stay."

"I'll go. I will make sure everything is locked up and I'll lock the front door when I leave," said Steven.

"Okay, thank you so much for your help, Steven. You are a godsent," replied Anita's mother, giving him a weak smile.

He returned a smile. "Of course."

He left, leaving the two of them alone.

Her mother wiped away some of her tears. "Dry your tears. I want you to lay down and rest. I'll sit in the chair by the window while you sleep. Okay?"

Anita nodded. She laid down on her side and put a fuzzy blue blanket that had been at the foot of the bed over herself. She curled up into a ball.

Her mother looked down at her warmly. She rubbed her arm tenderly. "Sleep well. Everything is alright. You're okay. You're safe now."

Anita wished she could tell her how wrong she was. Everything was far from alright.

She stood, turned off the bedroom light, went over to the chair by the window and sat down. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She was clearly exhausted after spending so much time looking for Anita.

Anita stared at the wall for a long while. She could not sleep. Everything that had happened in Asgard kept replaying over and over, again and again in her mind. She tried to not think about it but she could not stop. It was ingrained in her brain. She was traumatized.

Her body ached. He had not only violated her, he had physically assaulted her. He had hurt her in almost every way possible. She could not help but partially blame herself. If she had just done what he had asked for the past few months, he might have taken it easier on her.

The nightmare was not over yet and it very possibly would never be over. She was officially his slave. After everything she had experienced that night, she had came to the realization that no matter what she did, no matter what she said, there was no escaping him. She had to do everything that he said or risk being punished. Which meant being assaulted again or being forced to see the worst moment of her entire existence.

She watched her mother sleep peacefully. She wished she could do the same but now that she was a slave, she would likely never sleep peacefully again.