(NSFW WARNING)
Ever since that night, Ell had been treated with such gentle hands. It was sweet and she did enjoy Tord's gentle touch most nights. How this man who was a leader of an army could do so much harm, but be so gentle at the same time boggled her mind. It disappointed it her at times.
Word of Tord's conquest had spread through the base like a plague. Ell didn't mind it, though. It was nice to see all of the jealousy people. Men jealous that Tord had his own fuck toy. Females jealous of Ell's fuck. Or at least that's how Ell saw it.
Tord had begun taking her to fancy events as his personal plus one. It was an unspoken relationship. Ell liked it. She loved being showered with attention and whatever else she could've dreamed off. She assumed that they were a mutual thing.
Yet, here she stood, in her sexiest velvet dress. Her hair done, makeup wonderfully done, and heels. She didn't stay on Tord's arm. She didn't have to. No one was stupid enough to try anything with her. No one but the very man that brought her there.
He must not have known she could hear him, flirting. Flirting with the waitress. She felt her heart explode in her chest. Yet, she knew she couldn't do what she really wanted to. Step her heeled feet on Tord's lap.
Ell calmly looked from across the bar. She took her shoes off and stepped off the bar stool. Calming she picked them up and walked over to Pat. "Can you take me to the private air plane?" She asked him softly.
To a by stander, she just sounded tired. Like a child who had been fighting sleep. Pat walked her without much question. Ell thanked him as he departed. She sat back in her seat.
Looking at the building, her blood boiled. Two could play this dance. He'd never think about another girl. She thought as she took her ear rings out.
Ell made herself comfortable, sitting in her own anger. Her hair fell loosely from the hold she had placed. She sat in her own pain and anger for hours. It was late into the night when Tord finally came on to the plane. Pau and Pat following close behind.
"Were you tired?" He asked her.
Ell didn't look at him. "Quite." She responded shortly.
"Don't worry baby, we'll be getting home soon." Tord told her.
Ell couldn't help the smirk on her face. "Mmhmm."
That seemed to satisfy him cause the sat silently for the rest of the ride. Ell looked so calm from the outside, but as the saying goes still waters run the deepest.
Finally landing home, she picked up her heels and placed her earrings and hair pins into her purse. "Thank you." She told Pat and Pau as she exited.
She walked to their room as her brain replayed him flirting. His body language, his words, and the waitresses flirting and giggles. If Tord had figured out something was wrong, he had done nothing to make it better.
She sat on the edge of their bed as Tord began to remove his clothing. She no longer wanted to look at him. She stood up and went to the bathroom. She removed her make up.
Tord slipped into the bathroom as well. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "You know, you're so much pretty without your make up."
"I do know." She responded. Tord looked surprised for a minute. Ell simply pushed past him. Back to the room. She removed her dress and slipped on a soft silk nighty.
She wasn't his lover. She was his prisoner. He had kidnapped her. Kept her from returning home. It was a classic case of Stockholm syndrome. Rage fueled as he tried to talk to her about the successful alliance.
