"I'm coming!" I whimpered, realizing my body was going over the edge again.
"Good, baby, do it for me, come again, Eleanor." He swatted my behind lightly and pushed hard into me. My body gushed and I shoved back against him, needing to get him deeper, harder - more inside me. He cried out in his own finishing moments later and we collapsed beside each other. I fell back asleep, and in the morning, I sat up, watching him sleep a moment.
This was wrong, but I didn't care. I wasn't sure if he loved me or not and I wasn't sure it mattered. It was freeing to enjoy sex.Callahan sighed in his sleep and when he rolled over, I noticed the tattoo on his chest. It'd always been there, since he became my daddy. But I'd never paid much attention to it. My fingers traced the outline of it, wondering what it meant to him.
It was a Young Lady in Training. I knew because she had the standard dress. Hers was pink, like mine, and she had two brown pigtails, like I often wore. Looking at it now, I wondered,had I been the inspiration?
No, that was silly. I forced the idea away. Callahan hated me. Even now, as lovers, I wasn't entirely sure he liked me. He wouldn't get me tattooed on his body forever.
I returned to my room silently. I showered, and dressed for the day. We didn't speak about what we'd done, but it was clear on our faces throughout the day what we were thinking about. My mind alternated between the sex and his tattoo.
Oh, what I'd give to be allowed to do that. Tattoo someone.
I didn't want to be a Young Lady anymore. I wasn't sure if I ever truly wanted to do it ever.
I went to bed that night, looking up at my ceiling and wondering.
What if we just... left?
Chapter 39 - Eleanor
They are always watching.
“Attention!” We were settling in to watch another movie in the recreation room when they were interrupted by a red-faced warden. "Milton was found this morning. Impaled on metal poles on top of the tram ride at that Risky Rush Park you all love so much."
Gasps rang out, including one from my own throat. What? That was where I had been supposed to meet him.
"It looks like he was murdered and we have reason to believe someone here knows something."
I swallowed and stood up. Tears ran down my face on their own volition."When? When did he die?"
"Weeks ago. His body has decayed quite a bit."
I squeaked and sat down quickly. The times lined up.
"Eleanor, do you know something?" the warden asked.
"No, sir. I'm just upset. I'd like to go." I stood back up and ran out of the room, despite knowing how suspicious it looked. Boots stomping echoed behind me, but I didn't look back. I didn't need to.
"Eleanor!"
"Leave me alone!" I shouted at Callahan and darted down a side hall. And then another, and another. I went left, and right,and left again, trying to lose him, but he was too good at his job and he caught up with me. He spun me around and shook me until I looked at him.
"Eleanor, please," he pleaded. "Let me explain."
"It was you. You killed him. Why? What did he ever do to you?" I hissed.
Callahan took a large breath before speaking."Milton, along with your original Daddy and some other Daddies, had planned to kidnap and rape you that night. They were going to kill you when they were done. I caught them discussing it and..."
I tore myself from his grip and shook my head in horror. "You killed him and then took his place."
He put his hands up in innocence. "Yes, but not on purpose. I didn't want to take his place. I just wanted to save you."
"You're lying. My Daddy would never."
"He would. Every generation has a Young Lady they choose and this group had chosen you."
"That makes no sense. Why?"
