Page 49 of Be Careful What You Wish For

Suddenly a shadow passed over. The sound of a helicopter made her look up. She was reminded of the day Grand Master had arrived, the excitement she’d felt, knowing she would be collared and ‘married’ to her Masters. How different things were now.

But wait, the helicopter was circling. She caught sight of two faces; the pilot and another. Grand Master? Could it really be?

In a moment of madness she was climbing desperately out of the rocks, grazing her bare feet on the jagged outcrop, suddenly sensing a way to be free. ‘Wait!’ she shouted. ‘Please... wait!’

Was Grand Master going to visit? Was he bringing Dream Catcher back home? Oh, if only... if only!

But already it was passing on. They hadn’t seen her. She was too late. If only she had been in the open. Damn the camera! She could have shown some sign of distress, shown that all was not well. And then Grand Master might have landed. After all, he presumably had a code of practice he expected others to live by. He would be the ideal person to tell.

He was gone, but not so the questions buzzing around in her head.

What was Grand Master doing here?

How long would it be until Dream Catcher returned?

They were the two most important questions which had most impact on what was happening to her. And as she sat to think on these things, a plan began to form.

Prediction

‘Be still!’ She was getting harder and harder to control. He had to use brute force now while he threaded the rope through into knots to hold her. ‘Remember your place, slave.’

The air quivered with uncertainty, but she was defiant. ‘No, I can’t take this any more. You can’t do this to me.’

Shadow laughed deviously. ‘There’s more than one way to skin a cat. Be careful, Little One. I can always find other ways.’

She was adamant. Sitting on her hands she tried desperately to put them out of reach. There was no door to lock him out. No place to hide. She’d debated about staying out of doors. With only one camera his sights were limited. If it came to it she would. If there was no other way, and if her plan failed, then...

‘You’re making it hard on yourself. Maybe you enjoy the rough stuff. Maybe it’s time to push the boundaries and to try new things; more edgy, more dangerous...’

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sp; His words were designed to shock, to jolt her out of her reverie. He turned for the polythene bag he’d brought with him for just this occasion. She needed to be weakened, to have the rebellion taken from her. He hadn’t tried this before, but he’d heard it also aroused and stimulated orgasms. He’d enjoy seeing her response.

In a moment she was gone. It was as if she’d planned it, but how could she know? She was running through the open French window and down between the rocks towards the beach. He let her go, but then on impulse brought forward his plan.

‘I’ve news for you, Little One!’ he called after her. ‘He isn’t coming back... Dream Catcher, that is.’

He watched her falter, and stop. Ah, now he had her attention.

‘Dream Catcher. He’s had an accident. It was a car accident, and his death was immediate.’

Wham!

The news drove home. She almost sank down where she was and he made for the door, meaning to bring her back inside. But as if sensing his intention she pulled herself up and walked fast, then ran somewhere out of view.

He let her go. Why should he worry? She couldn’t get far. After all, this was an island. She’d need to come back when she was hungry. Maybe this was the best way after all.

He gathered up his things and left her room.

Poetry in Motion

‘He isn’t coming back...’

‘Dream Catcher isn’t coming back...’

‘He’s had an accident... a car accident... his death was immediate.’

Dead!

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