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She awoke still in darkness, but not the forced darkness that she had dreamed of finding. She was wearing the same cloths and still lay in her room unbound and hopelessly free.
One thing had changed however while she slept. Her resolve had changed and she had woken with an idea. She pushed her skirt back down and moved towards the door. She began to hurry as softly as possible down the hall towards Antonio’s room.
She raised her hand to knock on his door but found that she could not get her body to obey. She desperately wanted to wake Antonio. She would beg him for to take her beg to be his slave again. She would offer him anything but her hand was help up trembling but unwilling to knock on the door that held her promise. The tears returned to her eyes, and followed the now familiar path down her face. She leaned into the wall and slowly crumbled to the floor. She felt lost once again.
A slave would never wake their master for such selfish ambitions. Waking him would only tell him that she was not worthy of him. “No,” She thought. The quest that took her from her room was the right one but her path to slavery was not through his door. She needed a new path.
“There must be another way to prove to him that she was destined to be his slave. I have only to find it.”
Her mind raced and her senses came alive as a new plan formed in her mind. She lifted herself up from the floor and again moved with quiet purpose through the house. She returned to her room, made her bed, straightened the room, and went back through the house with her candle in hand. This time she did not return to Antonio’s door. She instead moved down the hall in search of another door, a hidden door. She slipped through that door to the darkness and made her way its spiral case to the place that held her promise.
She could feel the stones getting colder on her bare feet, and the coolness of the air against her skin. She opened the door at the foot of the stairs and once inside stripped off her cloths and tossed them to the side against the wall. She used the candle to light a torch and used that in turn to light the rest.
This was where she wanted to be and she knew that by midday the staff would be searching for her. Even so, no one would look for her in the dungeon except him. He would know where to find her.
She moved about the dungeon not knowing how some of what she found would work. She discovered the secrets of others only to find that she would not be able to use them to bind her self.
Maggie had always been a creative child and she decided how she would ensure her success. She found the leather rope that Antonio had used to bind Clarisse. It ran through a pulley attached to the rafter above the table. Much of what she had found in the dungeon was too heavy to use for her plan. In the end however, she found just what she needed. She filled a water bucket from the corner just full enough to make it a little heavy for her. She tied the handle to one end of the woven leather rope, and the other she used to make a loop that would allow both her hands to pass through. She set the bucket and the loop on the table in front of her. She found the cloth that Antonio had used to blindfold her. Blindfold in hand she stood as she had before at the table’s base. She secured the shackles around her ankles and placed the blindfold over her eyes. She took on last peak and bent forward. She found the loop just as she expected and put her hands through the loop. She tightened the loop as much as she could and then making sure she got a solid hold on the sides of the bucket, she pushed it with as much strength as she could muster. The bucket slid forward off the table and dropped until the rope caught hold. The weight snapped her wrists up and forward over the table as it pinned her wrists together with the rope.
A thrill shot through her as the pressure of the bucket pulled against her wrists. She had trapped herself with no hope of escape! She knew that she would not have the strength to pull the bucket back to its place on the table even if she changed her mind. The shackles wrapped around her ankles like the familiar embrace of a friend. The cold teased her still hard nipples, and the darkness of her blindfold only heightened her awareness of each strain of her body, each sound however faint, and each smell. She would wait for her master to discover her gift and find her worthy.
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