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The Lord of the Sea (III)

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on: June 12, 2019, 04:10:54 PM
When the van stopped and the vibrations produced by the running engine ceased, Miriam sighed in relief. He thought, mockingly, that the trip had been his first real experience of torture. The long journey he had announced had seemed endless, even though he had tried to keep his mind occupied with thousands of thoughts. Their heart rate shot up again, aware that they had reached their destination. She heard the doors of the compartment open and the deep voice of one of the men who, grasping her arm, helped her up, not without some rudeness. Bent over, so as not to hit her head against the ceiling, she also needed the help of the other man to get out of the van. A thick air leaked down his throat. The echo of the sound of the doors closing made him suspect that they were in a basement or garage. He didn't feel the freshness of the open air coming out of his confinement. His suspicions were confirmed when he began to climb the steps of a ladder. One of the men - no longer knew which - held her firmly by his right arm, guiding her hesitant steps.  Miriam wondered if those men would hear the beating of her heart that echoed within her. I would have appreciated any word, any scream, any order. But neither one of them had said anything since she got out of the van. He wished deeply that he could remove the blindfold from his eyes.







Miriam was inside SeaLord's abode.  The two men drove her to a room. The clenched hand on his arm was an intelligible signal to stop.







- We will announce to SeaLord your arrival, Miriam - said the same man who handcuffed and bandaged her inside the van. - We'll come back for you. Don't take the bandage off until you hear the door close.







The man took Miriam's hands and freed them from the handcuffs. She tried to soothe her wrists, grabbing each one with her opposite hand and twisting them slightly. The knock on the door as it closed left her petrified, unable to move a single muscle in her body. He was terrified of that loneliness. In an instant, he overcame and untied the knot of the bandage.  She opened her eyes slowly, fearing she would be blinded by the clarity of a presentimental light. However, Miriam discovered, with surprise, the faint fluorescence of the greenish tones of the light that illuminated an immense aquarium that occupied, from the floor to the ceiling, three of the four walls of the room. A whole sea at your fingertips. Boquiabierta, approached until she touched the glazed shelter of hundreds of fish. That seemed to him to be the perfect and sublime recreation of the seabed. The vision of the aquarium relaxed her in such a way that it plunged her into an absolute void of thoughts. There was only room for the contemplation of that indescribable spectacle placed before his eyes.







Again, a hand pressed against her arm made her come out of her self-absorption, startle and scream. So abstracted was she that she did not notice the presence of the two men who had returned to the room to take her to SeaLord. Miriam felt ridiculous and ashamed. They left the room and advanced down a long, wide corridor leading to SeaLord's office. Miriam saw Karla heading toward them. He stared at her, waiting for a greeting or a look of complicity. But Karla went on her way, her eyes glued to an indeterminate point in space.



One of the men knocked on the office door, knocking his knuckles against it. Without waiting for an answer, he opened it and announced it:







- Sir, he's here.







They came in. The room was discreetly lit by a standing lamp, somewhat away from the SeaLord table. In that semi-darkness Miriam could not distinguish the features of the man of whom she knew only his nickname, his status as master and, to a certain extent, his form of written expression, manifested in the mail messages received. The awaited moment of the encounter was happening and the halo of mystery that attracted her so much was palpable in those chiaroscuro drawn by the dim light of the lamp.







- I don't think anyone has introduced you," said SeaLord. - Miriam, this is Eduard and Roy. You're dismissed. You, Miriam, come to the table and sit down. Eduard, take Karla to the anchor immediately.







His voice was firm, deep, manly, imperative. Miriam sat in front of him. His hands were sweating and his nerves were trapped in his stomach. He knew himself to be looked at by that man, to the point of feeling penetrated in his interior by his eyes hidden in the shadows.







- Here's the fearful little girl," she said quietly. Miriam smiled almost instinctively. The sweetness of his voice now contrasted with the firmness shown above. - Welcome, Miriam. You dared to take the step. The sea ends up dragging his will. Do you like the sea, Miriam?.







- Yes," replied Miriam, almost in a thread of voice. He cleared his throat, but said nothing else.







- The sea... Impossible to catch. As much as you want it, it gets out of hand. It's possible to furrow it, but not catch it. About him, the tempest and the calm, the fury and the calm. Cruelty and sweetness, in short. He can catch you, even take your breath away. You can sink into its deep interior and its penetrability makes it look weak. However, it is capable of wearing down rocks with its strength. The sea enters where it wants and when it wants, it crosses the invisible spaces of our bodies. And, believe me Miriam, it penetrates the souls of those who adore it.







Her voice hypnotized her, made her tremble. Miriam did not know if it was fear, cold, growing nerves or a mixture of all that. However, her tempered voice, modulated, filled her with inner peace, freed her mind from thoughts. Like the huge aquarium in that room.







Suddenly, the office was completely illuminated. That explosion of light surprised Miriam who discovered SeaLord's face without time to react. His dark complexion, tanned by the sun, was the powerful counterpoint of a blond hair, almost gray by the white light of the room. His eyes, big, deep, attractive, had the green color of the sea in the autumn afternoons. The comparison made Miriam smile inwardly, although she was not able to find a better one either. He liked to walk on the beach on those late October Cinderella afternoons. And he thought yes, that the sea of those afternoons had just the color of his eyes. He looked forty and a few years old. He never consisted of telling her his age. "The sea is timeless," he wrote in one of his messages. With a strong complexion, one could guess powerful arms under that blue shirt he wore. The Lord of the Sea. Miriam had imagined it many times, but reality did not at all resemble her mental creations upon him.







He wouldn't stop looking at her, with a sting that was almost impossible to bear. Miriam knew that those eyes looked beyond hers. He remembered the first order that he had given him, in that first message received as a reply to his: "I strictly forbid you to describe how you are physically or to send me a photograph of yourself". For weeks, SeaLord had scrutinized, through e-mail, Miriam's interior: her dreams, her likes and dislikes, her hidden, rebellious and forbidden thoughts. Holding SeaLord's deep gaze unblinkingly, Miriam felt as if she was stripping his soul, as if those green eyes were capable of reading each of his thoughts. The deep silence was torn by the voice of SeaLord that Miriam felt was full of sensuality.







- You're so much more beautiful than I could ever imagine. Your childish face is an affront to your twenty-two years. You look like a minor, Miriam. There's in the honey in your eyes a glow of fear that excites me. It's good to be afraid. Often, you want more than you fear. Being here gives you strange sensations: those generated by facing the unknown. You want it, yes, but you're deeply afraid of it. And the more you fear it, the more you want it. It's all too different than you imagined, isn't it? Karla, the men, the van, the aquarium, this office, the house itself, me. Perhaps, you expected to come before me and, without looks or words, to face your first punishment, your first humiliation, your first way of being subdued. Perhaps, you expected to find me with the whip in my hand, corsetted in leather and latex, ordering you to kneel before my presence and calling you a whore without contemplation. Are you afraid of pain, Miriam?







She nodded, unable to articulate word, enraptured by SeaLord's voice and words.







- And yet, you want to feel it - he continued. - You want to be like the slaves of your videos and your internet photos, like the slaves of your most intimate and unknown fantasies. I will teach you to fear pain and to love it, to need it and to flee from it. Because everything in life is, in itself, a great contradiction, opposite poles that attract each other: laughter and weeping, love and hate, pleasure and pain.







Miriam noted, perplexed, that every word in SeaLord flooded her with unknown sensations. His voice had invisible hands pressing on his soul. A strange uneasiness grew in her and she wanted to escape from that room. But her mind could not dictate the precise orders, subjugated to the power of that voice. He could no longer resist the embite of those penetrating eyes and turned his gaze to the ground. He smiled laconically.







- Undress," said SeaLord. Miriam was lacerated by a chill that made her skin bristle. His voice became both imperative and pleading. She was stiff, tense, helpless. SeaLord rose from his seat. Her height impressed Miriam. Seeing him standing filled her with panic. - Come on, Miriam, I've ordered you to undress - I spoke to her without raising my voice, without stridency, but with such firmness that the volume was amplified inside her. Miriam trembled from head to toe, clutched in her own blush. His fortitude had crumbled at the moment of truth, before him. SeaLord circled the table and stood behind Miriam. He placed his hands on his shoulders, massaging them gently. She shuddered. He crouched down to place his lips very close to the woman's right ear.







- I'm looking for a woman, a single woman, who wants to overcome her fears and inhibitions. - He whispered to Miriam that he could feel her warm breath. His brain immediately processed the image from that page of contacts, from that message. - May you wish to defeat them, Miriam. I'm not looking for a woman without fears or inhibitions, but precisely one who has them. Now, I want you to get up out of this chair and undress completely. I want to look carefully at the wrapper of your slave soul.







Miriam's will was dragged into SeaLord's desires and she found herself, again, empty of thoughts and with the strength necessary to fulfill the order. He got up from the chair and began to unbutton his blouse with nervous, clumsy fingers. He was ashamed of his own nakedness before that stranger who recreated his gaze on that young and well-formed body.  She raised her eyes and blinked convulsively, trying to stop some incipient tears that moistened her pupils and clouded her vision. It felt exposed, like an item for sale that has to be valued by the customer before deciding to buy it. He obeyed SeaLord's requests mechanically: "raise your arms", "lower them again", "open your legs", "get on your knees", "get up", "lie on your back", "lie on your stomach". He never touched her. His only words were orders to change position. As he looked at her, the silence was disturbing and uncomfortable. Miriam paled as she noticed that he was staring at an involuntary nipple erection.







The time of observation became eternal. I had long since lost any notion of time. Possibly since he got out of Karla's car. I haven't remembered looking back at the time since. He had ordered him to kneel, bend his body forward and, leaning on his forearms, place his head between his hands. Her buttocks were lifted and her sex exposed. In that stance, Miriam fought the time that seemed to have stood still. He could not see him, but he sensed that man, gladly recreated in the contemplation of his humiliated servant, and was disgusted to notice that his sex was humbled. Finally, he told her to stand up.







He remained motionless, with his legs almost together, as if trying to hide that excitement, with his arms attached to his body.  SeaLord went to the table. He took a bunch of keys out of his trouser pocket and opened the first drawer. From him he extracted a necklace and leather wristbands.  Approaching Miriam, he placed them on her neck and wrists. Her first symbols as a slave of the Lord of the Sea. Just like the slaves in his videos and his Internet photographs. From the same drawer, he pulled out a chain of small links. He fixed it to the ring of Miriam's necklace, electrified by the contact of metal on his skin. Without words, SeaLord grabbed the end of the chain and pulled it slightly, forcing Miriam to follow him. They left the office and walked down the corridor that Miriam thought was longer and darker than the first time.


 

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