I reached the Rolls Royce waiting for me outside the airport, feeling relief from getting up and moving after a tedious flight. I paid first class, you would have hoped that they would have had at least some decent food.
Getting into the car, I instantly felt more relaxed, the space was big enough for me to stretch out and I no longer worried about where my bags were being kept. I shut my eyes, breathing a sigh of relief, I may be on edge about where I'm going to end up but at least for now I was somewhere familiar. It wasn't until I started to think about the foreign settings outside of my window, that the dread finally began to creep in.
/Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide no escape from reality.../
The lyrics blared from my chauffeur's stereo and I couldn't relate more. I was full of a feeling found somewhere between dread and nausea and couldn't get out of my own head.
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Letting out a small yawn I stretched my arms, squinting as my bones cracked. We must have been on the road for a few hours now, the trees lining the freeway becoming thicker and thicker. Resting my head on the seat and let out a small group of frustration. I was being sent to the middle of nowhere! The tedious drive had me bored to the bones, I would rather jump out into the road then stay here another minute. Lifting my head back up my gaze fell on my chauffeur, Gerald.
Gerald Croft had been the family chauffeur for eighteen years now, there wasn't a place he wouldn't drive for our family. Especially me, I was like a daughter to him and I always knew it. As far back as I can remember, he always turned it full blast when Queen was playing, I guess it reminded him of his youth.
I stared back out of the window, hazed from my nap, all I could see was fields and sheep and fields and sheep and fields and, where the fuck was I being taken?
"I don't imagine you can help me out a bit Gerald, but would you like to inform me where the shit I'm being taken? The nearest Starbucks was at least 12 miles away and I doubt our journey is near its end yet."
"We'll get there soon Jelly, just a couple more miles." Gerald had called me Jelly for as long as I can remember, I think it's because when I was still learning how to speak, I couldn't say say his name properly and settled for calling him Jelly. I guess it just stuck.
I settled back down into my anticipating state of curiosity and continued staring at the seemingly infinite fields of sheep.
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It was about 15:15 when we arrived, at this point I was beyond impatient. Gerald stopped outside a large set of golden fences and spoke into an intercom, telling them my name. The gates opened up almost automatically and we began the long drive up to the front doors of what I could only call a mansion. (And that was rich coming from a girl who lived in one).
I stayed sat in the vehicle and closed my eyes. Beneath my breath, I muttered : "It's all downhill from here."
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Privilege
Romantik"Stop," he growled pushing me into the wall, " If we're gonna do it we're gonna do it my way." His arms snaked around me and he brought his lips to mine. His hands roamed over my clothes, smoothing over my inner thigh, rounding the curve of my ass...
