My name is Bianca. It's a name I chose to go by... I hate my real name so I'll be keeping that to myself. But my problem. I fell for my captor.... That's right I was kidnapped and I fell in love with him.
~*~*~This story is written for my best frien...
My name is Bianca, at least it used to be.... My name now is Ofcole. As of this morning anyway. I was going to my new posting. As a handmaid, I would be going to my new post with Commander Brock. He was a high-level commander.
I was nervous about this posting. There were rumors about how he was with his past handmaiden. He didn't want to wait for the ceremony. He took advantage of her because his hormones were high.
Sadly she was removed due to his behavior. His wife found out and she wasn't okay with it. Sure it's not like the books or TV show where people are killed or hung off a wall... and sex was normal in other relationships... but my position was a simple baby machine.
I had already given two commanders and their wives children and then returned to the pink center to be reassigned. I had given up two children already and I wasn't sure I could do this again.
But here I was being dropped off at my new posting. I gazed up at the home and felt my body shiver. It was a beautiful home.
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By far the largest home I had ever seen or been posted to. It was quite clear that this commander was much higher up. As I headed up the stairs I kneeled at the top stair awaiting to be greeted by the commander and his wife.
After what felt like an eternity, the front door opened, and there stood Commander Brock and his wife, Catriona. They looked me up and down, their faces expressionless. Though I couldn't read their thoughts, I could feel the tension in their gaze.
"Ofcole," the commander began. His voice was cold and sharp. "Come inside."
Carefully rising to my feet, I crossed the threshold into the home of my new assignment. The house was stunning inside, filled with ornate furnishings and beautiful artwork. I was led through a grand entrance hall into a private study where Commander Brock motioned for me to sit.
He stared at me silently for a few moments before finally speaking. "I imagine you've heard rumors about me," he said quietly, his tone unchanging. "I won't deny their validity... but this time will be different."
Something about those words made my stomach churn. Before I could process the situation further, Catriona broke her silence."You will be treated with respect here," she informed me sternly. "But you are expected to perform your duties without question."
My breath hitched as they outlined their specific expectations and the repercussions of any failure on my part. As they spoke about raising another child together - one that would not even belong to me - a sick feeling settled in my gut.
The rest of the day passed in a blur – I was given a tour of the house, shown to my small but comfortable room, and introduced to the staff whom I would be working with during my stay.
That evening before dinner, I couldn't help but peek out from behind my curtains when I heard voices outside. There I saw Commander Brock and his wife in intense conversation in the courtyard below. The fact that they were discussing arrangements for the upcoming ceremony did little to ease my anxiety.
Finally alone in my room that night, exhaustion consumed me as I collapsed onto the hard bed, wondering what fate had in store for me as I drifted into a restless sleep.
The next morning, I was awakened before the sun had risen by an older woman named Rosemary. She quietly guided me through my morning routine before leading me down to breakfast.
Commander Brock and Catriona were already seated at the table, their faces showing no signs of emotion as they ate in silence. I joined them hesitantly, picking at my own plate of food.
As we ate, the tension in the room was palpable. My mind swirled with unspoken questions and fears about what was to come. Commander Brock eventually broke the silence, addressing me directly. "Ofcole, after breakfast you will join Rosemary in preparing the house for tomorrow's ceremony."
My heart pounded as I nodded obediently. The morning was filled with relentless chores – dusting every corner, polishing every surface, double-checking every last detail of the house.
During a brief break, I found myself alone with Catriona in the sullen quiet of the study. She sat behind her desk, methodically penning invitations to the impending ceremony when she looked up and stared directly into my eyes.
"Ofcole," she began softly, her voice devoid of warmth but not maliciousness. "I know this must be difficult for you – adjusting to a new post and preparing for another ceremony. But we have chosen you because we believe you possess strength and resilience."
For a moment, I detected a glimmer of vulnerability hidden within her icy exterior. She hesitated before continuing. "And if I may speak candidly... my husband's past actions are not a reflection on our true nature or our intentions. We are... determined to do better."
Her words offered little comfort as I stared back at her. Without waiting for a response, she returned her attention to her letters and dismissed me with a silent wave of her hand.
The rest of the day unfolded much like the morning had – endless tasks weighing heavily on my shoulders as I attempted to stifle my ever-growing dread about what was to come.
As darkness fell once more over the estate, I found it increasingly difficult to ward off thoughts of despair. Despite Catriona's assurances, I couldn't help but fear the worst.
But as I lay in my cold bed that evening, sleep evading me once more, a soft knock echoed through my tiny quarters. Cautiously, I rose and opened the door to find Rosemary, their Martha her face etched with worry.
"Ofcole," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "There's something I need to share with you."
I glanced nervously down the hall before ushering her inside and closing the door behind us. Our eyes met, her expression a mix of fear and determination. "You must listen carefully," she began.
Over the next hour, Rosemary revealed secrets about Commander Brock and Catriona that sent shivers down my spine. She spoke of their desperate attempts to have another child and the past Ofcoles who had failed to fulfill their duties – each one subjected to unspeakable punishments.
As she recounted these harrowing tales, I felt a growing sense of despair. How could I possibly succeed where so many others had failed? And could I truly trust Catriona's words earlier that day?
Despite the terror that gripped me as the truth unfolded before me, an unexpected feeling began to rise within my chest: resolve. Suddenly, it became clear that I did not simply want to survive this assignment; I wanted to prove myself stronger than those who sought to oppress me.
After Rosemary had shared all that she knew, she looked at me solemnly. "I don't know what tomorrow will bring for us, Ofcole. But if you can survive... if you can find a way to triumph over these circumstances...perhaps there is hope for others like us."
With a tearful embrace, we concluded our clandestine meeting and slipped through the darkened halls back to our respective rooms.
The following day dawned with a suffocating heaviness in the air. There was no mistaking the gravity of what lay ahead – for both myself and for Commander Brock's household.
My preparations for the ceremony were completed under close supervision, arousing greater anxiety with each passing hour. By midday, guests began arriving in droves, filling the home with tense anticipation. I had no idea this would be a public display. What the fuck was going on?
As I moved through the crowd – invisible to their indifferent gazes – I couldn't help but feel like a pawn in some grand, sadistic game, my every move controlled by forces far beyond my control.
