Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Taken Of Lena: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Lena washed herself quickly, harshly scrubbing away the dyes and dirt and soot of the day, for the water was rapidly losing warmth. Once she finished, she emptied the water and dried herself hurriedly, muscles and bones screaming for rest. She pulled on a plain cotton shift, and crawled into bed before her legs finally abandoned her. Erich came back into the room a few minutes later, his expression careful and attentive. "Did the bath help?" he asked. Lena smiled sweetly and nodded. "It did. I really needed that today...you are so kind," Lena replied, curling up beneath the thin blanket. Erich tentatively sat down on the bed next to her. "How was your day?" Erich asked softly. Her eyes lowered in exhaustion as he slowly brought his hand to her face, and pushed away the damp hair that clung to her cheek. "It was very busy...three machines were broken. How was yours?" Lena asked. Erich smiled apologetically. "I imagine not as tiresome as yours. I know this type of work isn't wha

"I never said I was proud of this...this certainly isn't the type of conquest I'd boast about," Renz muttered. But then Karl surprised him with his next query. "Have you ever told her any of this?" Karl asked. Renz shook his head. That was a conversation he'd never wanted to have with her. They sat silently for several moments. Renz took a sip of water, moistening his drying throat, and he desperately wished for something stronger. But Renz had finished the last of his brandy and Scotch whiskey the night before. "You truly love her?" Karl asked finally. Renz sighed wearily. "Wholly," he answered. Karl slightly looked to the ceiling, and appeared highly pensive. "Does she love you?" Karl asked, back at full attention. Renz laughed dryly and shook his head. "She called me a savage and a rapist and left me for a servant. What do you think?" Renz asked. Karl's eyes narrowed. "I think that telling a woman that men will think she's a whore is probably the last thing you should do t

"Please let go of me...I don't want to do this with you...ever again," Lena whimpered. As she spoke the words, she wondered just how true they were anymore. As much as it shamed her to admit, Lena was completely defeated and submissive when it came to Renz. Fighting him, as it always had been, was useless. Renz's eyes bored into hers as he slowly brought his hand up her thigh, pushing up her thin shift until it bunched around her waist. Lena moaned loudly when his finger slipped with ease inside of her, slowly and steadily penetrating her. She struggled against his grip on her wrist as she felt her body shamelessly moistening. "I've forced you once before, Lena. What makes you think I wouldn't do it again?" Renz asked dangerously, slipping another finger inside of her. Lena screamed in pleasure and frustration, and she tightened her inner walls to halt the penetration. But the sensation was almost unbearable as his fingers insistently stroked against that one, especially sensitive

But then Lena's thoughts went to that last image she had of Renz, that split second before she'd left, immediately following her last angry words. It was an image she'd tried to forget, for she'd never before seen a person appear so hurt and broken. Lena thought that she could eventually suppress her desire for Renz. But she knew that vision of him would remain in her heart for much longer. Lena felt the air begin to drop several degrees, and she knew then that night was soon approaching. Lena sighed and decided to return back to the pub, remembering she'd promised to clean for Georg. But mostly, she hoped that Erich would be there waiting for her. ****** ****** Renz entered the pub, slightly surprised to find that it was largely empty, with the exception of two drunken patrons passed out in a corner, surrounded by towers of empty beer mugs. The pub really was crude and shoddy, with odd odors and decaying furniture, but it would have to do. Renz removed his jacket as he sat down

Lena was curled up on a small mat in her cell. Food had been deposited about an hour or two before, but it remained untouched. She'd been refusing to eat anything. And because of that, her body was very weak. She'd only been there for four days, but Lena had quickly learned the business of the other Wolfenbarger. He was in the business of selling flesh, and she was his newest whore. Lena hadn't seen any of the other women, for they were all kept cloistered in tiny cells identical to hers, each prostitute locked in her own solitude. The individual cells were all lined up next to each other in a larger, equally desolate room. The cell Lena occupied had no furniture, with the exception of a thin mat for sleeping and a small woolen blanket. The walls were stone, and there were no windows. Lena assumed that meant that she was being kept underground. Thick wooden doors covered each cell, with only a small opening for the nightly delivery of food. Lena only knew that there were other wome