Slave To Love (A Journey in Bondage and Discipline) (3 page)

              At the bus station she considered not getting on, but when the bus pulled up she got on. She chose a seat by herself and put on her headphones and  pulled out her book. She wasn't reading it, because she was so nervous. She didn't know what to expect. The further away from her home the more nervous she got. Considering that she still had enough money to move. She had quit her job, but she was sure that she could get it back. Looking in to her backpack she pulled out a bottle that she had filled with vodka since it looked like water. Opening the cap, Faye, took a healthy gulp of it. It burned her throat like she had swallowed a hot coal. She coughed and the couple sitting next to her leaned forward to look at her. She waved her hand at them and they went back to talking as she stopped coughing.

“
Dunkirk,” The bus driver announced pulling the bus to a stop.

Faye stood up, hoisted her book-bag over her shoulder, and disembarked. The bus station was actually a gas station. In a panic Faye realized she hadn't changed while she was on the bus. She went in to the gas station.

“
Do you have a bathroom?” She asked.

“
Paying customers only,” The woman told her.

“
I'll buy this,” Faye told her as she grabbed a bag of chips from in front of the counter. The woman rang up her purchase and handed her a key attached to a huge piece of wood that looked like a paddle. Running around the side of the building Faye unlocked the bathroom door and went inside. When she emerged again she was dressed in a grey tunic with a simple satin cord tied around her waist. She went back in to the gas station to return the key.

“
You in a play or somethin'?” The woman asked her. Faye looked up and smiled at her.

“
Or something,” Faye agreed. “Do you have a pay phone and a phone book?”

“
Right outside,” The woman gestured to the door.

              Outside Faye called a local cab company and within fifteen minutes the cab pulled up in front of the gas station. The driver got out and opened the door for her. He tipped his baseball hat as he ushered her inside before closing the door.

              The cab pulled up in front of a massive house. Faye wasn't sure whether to call it a mansion or an estate. It surrounded by tall square hedges along the property. The huge wrought iron gate was open, and she paused for a moment.

              She heard the cab puling away from the house and knew that there was no turning back. Slowly, Faye walked up the winding drive to the house. It gave her the chance to look around, but as she walked the house only seemed to become larger and larger.

              The house was three stories high, and was the entire length of the block. Idly, she wondered how long it would take her to walk from one side of the house to the other, and prayed she wouldn't have to any time soon. Not sure she could make it in less than ten minutes.

              As the massive double doors loomed in front of her she was sure they were at least ten feet tall, and appeared to made of thick heavy wood.

'Probably oak,' she thought as she studied them.

             
Both doors had massive wolf heads that appeared to be cast from copper, mounted on both doors. They were haunting to Faye for some odd reason, and her hands were shaking as she rung the doorbell that was embedded in the mouth of the left wolf's head. Remembering Master Darrius' email she dropped to her knees to wait for someone to answer the door.

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