The man was unaccustomed to women questioning him. He gave the orders in his world. He moved a little closer, but there was nowhere for Olivia to go. She had backed up as far as she could. “This house was abandoned… according to the sheriff’s records.”
“Well, the sheriff was wrong. This is my house!”
The man placed his hands firmly on Olivia’s arms and she tried to maintain her composure. She would not allow herself to be intimidated by this man. Who was he, anyway? Nobody, that’s who. Olivia had made a name for herself in the world of modeling, and she had been wined and dined by the wealthy and notable of cities around the world. This man didn’t compare to any one of them.
“What is your name?”
“I am Adal.”
Olivia stifled a giggle. When his name was said really fast, it sounded like, “I am a doll.”
“Why do you laugh?”
“No reason. Get out of my house, Adal!”
Adal raised his hand as if to slap her across the face, but she stopped him in mid swing. “I would think twice about that if I were you.” He wasn’t the first man who had tried to hit her. Some of the wealthiest men in the most beautiful cities in the world had thought he could raise his hand to her when she didn’t comply with his sexual wishes. There was one sad bastard who thought he could tie her up with his belt until she agreed to suck his dick, but Olivia was a real Houdini when it came to wriggling out of tight situations. “Adal, you will take your slaves from my back yard and get the hell out of my house. Do you understand?”
Adal lowered his hand and took Olivia’s hands in his. “My child, perhaps we can work something out. The women, you see, are happy here.”
“I’m not your child. My name is Olivia, and this is my house. How long have you been living here, anyway?”
“How can we measure time, Olivia, when time is immeasurable?”
“Oh, don’t give me that crap. How long?”
Adal let go of Olivia’s hands and took the few steps to the back door. A smile formed on his lips as he watched the women toil in the dirt. They worked hard and their reward was a few hours in his company… in his bed. One by one they were chosen to share his… their master’s bed. They knew what was expected of them. His fleshly desires were theirs to feed and for this honor they would be rewarded in the hereafter. Like his father before him, Adal was destined to father many children, and this house located far from town and away from curious vacationers on the main road was the perfect place for the life of which some disapproved. His women would not be tempted by the evil ways of secular society. He glanced back at Olivia who had not moved from where she stood. She was the epitome of the evils of secular society. She wore too much makeup, and with the clothes she wore, anyone could easily visualize her naked form. Her nipples could be seen through her blouse and her hair was uncovered and flowing freely with loose curls that she was now running her fingers through. Adal realized he was staring and he quickly averted his gaze to the floor. Then he turned and watched the women digging in the earth again. They were his world, the chosen ones, and it was their duty to provide food for him and the others.