Tightly Bound

Whoot! finally the end chapter to my story tightly_bound. i would like to thank all of my reviewers and readers for taking the time to read my story. Please enjoy the final chapter in tightly_bound. peace!


Erin awoke to an empty room, had it all been a dream? She looked down at the sheets and saw a small drop of blood, dried up and maroon in colour. Its dark mark tarring the otherwise perfectly clean white satin that she now lay upon. She heard a knock on the door and quickly covered her nakedness with a sheet on the bed. The master walked into the room smiling casually. He sat down on the bed, studying her face with a mixture of interest. Erin raised her eyebrow at him.

"So good to see you well Elizabeth. After much consideration I have come to the decision to grant you your freedom Elizabeth. You are free to leave here, but you are also most welcome to stay here underneath my... ownership. Make your decision before dusk, I shall be in my office awaiting your reply."

Erin's eyes opened in shock, this was perhaps the last thing that she had expected. Her senses began to overwhelm her as a thousand questions sprang to mind.

"W-wait..." she said.

The master spun around, he was close to the door when she had decided to speak up.

"Yes?" he said.

"W-why now? You have been keeping me imprisoned in this place to torture me physically and emotionally and now y-you suddenly change your mind and decide to let me go! What is stopping me from going directly to the police and reporting you?" she said

"There is nothing at all to stop you from doing exactly what you want. I would be more than happy to give you directions to the nearest police station if you so wished." He said.

"This is madness! W-what are you doing to me? Why did you kidnap me in the first place? Why?"

A ghost of a whisper appeared upon the master's lips.
"I did not kidnap you, I merely invited you back to my house for a drink. Why? Simply because I could. I opened your eyes in so many ways Elizabeth, did you not learn anything from your stay here?"

Erin stayed silent for abit; she did not have an angry retort in answer to his question.
"Why do you keep calling me Elizabeth? Do you always make up names for your slaves?"

The master laughed lightly, the room filling with his melodious tone.
"Ah Elizabeth, it is simply a pet name, you remind me so much of her, so naive and innocent, yet beautiful and intelligent. Perhaps I was impertinent for calling you by her name, if you decide to stay then I shall call you by your real name..."

"Erin"

"Ah yes, Erin..."

"What is the story concerning Natasha?"

"Ah Natasha... she came to me, originally she was a mail order bride from Russia, married to one of my clients. She shortly divorced him after meeting me and has not left the premises since. Much like everyone else who has come here, I do not seek them they find me. In one way or another. Do you have any other questions before I take my leave?"

"Yes, just one more. Why did you save me from your father? Are you really his slave?"

The atmosphere in the room darkened in that moment and Erin instantly regretted uttering the question. She expected him to explode in rage and attack her but he remained complacent as he thought about the question.

"Yes I am his slave, and he is my father. Why did I save you? I don't know. I often wondered about a situation that happened in the past. A terrible accident that I could have avoided, I always wondered if given a second chance would I do any different? The incident was what I have been waiting for my whole life. A chance for redemption. In a way Elizabeth, I mean Erin... you are my salvation. You saved me from my own worse enemy, myself. And for that I am eternally grateful perhaps that is why I have decided to give you your freedom… if you so desire."

Erin didn't know what to say. This was a side that she hadn't seen of the master before and it surprised her. She looked at him as he sat looking at the ground, deep in thought. His green eye's were crowded with tears and pain. Erin moved towards him, embracing him from behind. She felt him stiffen as he touched her, but eventually he relaxed as he turned around, moving into her embrace.

"I haven't thanked you yet for saving me" she whispered as their lips met. She felt the tension dissipate from his body as she rocked back and forth in his lap, cradling his head and whispering sweet nothings.

Erin lay in bed after their rigorous love making with the master. Her head was deep in thought of conflicting emotions. Her common sense told her that this was still madness, the only thing that had survived during her whole ordeal yet the other side of her head lured her into the darkness. Look at what you have found? Look at what you have learnt? He is your salvation and if it weren't for him then you would be in a shallow grave right about now. If it wasn't for him then I would be at home sipping pina colada's watching romantic comedies her common sense debated. True, but if it wasn't for the master then you would have continued living your shallow life enjoy the superficialities of society only to end up dying a pathetic lonely woman or worse still married to someone who would never live up to her expectations and live a unfulfilling life. Her common sense did not rebuke to that and Erin suddenly realised that she didn't want to leave this place. She couldn't bear living back in society where she would be labelled as a deviant. Its rules and all of its superficial pleasures repulsed her when she thought of all that had made her happy in the past. All of a sudden she heard a light knock on the door.

"Come in." Erin said.

The door swung open and Natasha walked into the room. Her face was one of relief when she saw Erin as she ran over to her embracing her as they held each other tight against one another.

"I was worried." Natasha said.

"It is ok..."

"I tended you whilst you sleep, whilst master away... I pray you return to me... I afraid.. losing you..."

"I won't leave you." Erin whispered.

"I not want you die me tell you ... something I been thinking for long time.. since first saw you."

"...and what was that?" Erin said

"I-Ithinthink I love you."

Erin looked up at Natasha's beautifully sculptured face, a lock of stray hair hung across her face. Reaching up she brushed the stray hair away from her face. She had made her decision that she was going to tell the master.

"I love you too." Erin replied.

Natasha smiled as she leaned forwards, her lips meeting with Erin's.


The master sat in the back row of the church as he watched the priest sermon to the crowd.

"And the lord said: respect thy body and do not commit fornication, for when you abuse your body you are abusing the lord god's body. You shall not be redeemed in his eyes and you shall not be allowed to pass into the kingdom of god. Your eyes shall burn from the hot coals of hell, as your tongue shall thirst for eternity. Repent now sinners or forever live in sin until the day you die."

The crowds were quiet as a nervous cough punctured the air every now and then. Ah father, the master thought to himself. You always knew how to savour the feeble minds of those around you. Like opiate to the masses.

"God bless, I shall be in the confession booths for those that wish to atone for their sins for the next hour. In the name of the father, son and the Holy Spirit amen."

The crowd dispersed rather rapidly to the sounds of the organ playing in the background. A few strayed behind to confess their sins, queuing up outside the confession box. The master waited where he sat, hidden in the shadows of the musty church as he waited patiently.

Eventually one by one the crowd thinned out until everybody disappeared, leaving the church empty and lifeless. The master still waited in the shadows blending in perfectly as he watched the priest exit the confession booth. Locking up the door at the rear and walking along to the front where he knelt in front of the altar. The master stood up silently, the slightest clink of a chain falling from his lap as it dragged along the floor. The priest stayed where he was, deep in prayer apparently unaware of the impending doom behind him. When the master was 5ft away from the priest, he stopped. The priest made the sign of the cross.

"So good of you to visit son, have you come to confess your sins? I know you have quite a lot to atone for." The priest said without turning towards the master.

The master laughed, his voice bouncing off the walls of the church, echoing everywhere.
"Atone, me? How ironic coming from someone such as yourself, what can I possibly have to atone for?"

"Honour thy father and thy mother. Do not defile the house of god. Do not sodomise. Do not lie. Shall I go on?"

"Your very presence defiles this place of god. I am here to settle the score father, it ends here today."

"Here? In a place of god? I don't want to kill you son. But I see that I have no choice, I have already prayed for your soul and lit a candle in memory for you. In my mind you are already dead. Do not fear son, death is sometimes one of the most enjoyable experiences of all. Although it is strictly non-refundable and it is generally one way." The priest finished, laughing dryly.

"Then I hope you enjoy your trip father." The master said, letting the chain drop onto the floor as he flexed its length with his wrist.

The priest stood up slowly, reaching forward he picked up a wooden staff on the foot of the stairs. He turned around to face the master, still dressed in the robes that he wore on the altar.

"As god is my witness, I shall rid this holy place of all that oppose him."

The priests face was shrouded in darkness as the two sized each other up. The air surrounding the two crackled with power that emanated off them as they slowly circled each other. The master attacked first, swinging the chain in a deadly arc aimed at the priest's head as the priest dodged the attack, ducking underneath it by a hairsbreadth as the air whistled above his head. The priest lunged forward, the staff swinging towards the master. The master anticipated this and rolled to the side, flicking the chain behind him to hit the priest's unprotected back. The priest screamed out in pain as the chain hit his unprotected back, but he managed to cushion his fall by rolling before he hit the ground. The priest got up with a grunt, holding his back with his left hand as he stared venomously at the master.

The master took this opportunity to move to higher ground as he raced up the steps to stand upon the open ground of the altar as the priest slowly descended the steps. He waited until the priest was up on the same level before attacking once more, flicking the chain out like a dart aimed at the priest's face. The priest pivoted on his heel as he swatted the chain aside with his staff before stepping forward and slamming the point of the staff into the master's sternum. All breath left the master as he flew backwards, landing heavily on the ground. The priest quickly followed but the masters chain swung out, catching and wrapping around his leg before he tugged it, bringing him to the ground. The master got up slowly, wheezing heavily as he struggled to regain his breath, desperately trying to distance himself from the priest before his next assault. The priest recovered quickly and approached the master. The master feebly tried to strike out with his chain, swinging it out wide but the master caught it with his staff, as it wrapped around it securing their weapons against each other. The priest ripped the chain out of the master's hand with ease. As the master backed up slowly, he was trapped and weaponless.

The priest roared in victory as he pounced, his staff lashing out with fury against the master's unprotected face as the master fell heavily. The statue of Jesus's crucified body hung from a cross above them observing all that he had done to preserve mankind's way of life. The priest jumped ontop of the master, as he threw the staff aside to continue the battering with his fists as he struck him again and again. The master lay still, unable to move as the priest continued to batter his face. He felt himself slowly slip off into unconsciousness.

"May god have mercy on my soul." The priest said as his hands reached the master's throat, constricting it.

"Be still now child. It shall all be over soon." The priest said, choking the master.

The master's eye's closed as images swirled across his vision. Images of Elizabeth and her demise, the feelings of helplessness and powerlessness. Feelings of intense anger and hatred grew within him. He had taken away the one thing that he loved. A spark grew within the master which quickly turned into a roaring fire as new strength grew in his limbs. The energy burned his veins like napalm as he felt it spread through his whole body until he felt like a solid mass of pure energy. He opened his eye's, they were calm yet a fire burned within them that could not be extinguished. The master's fists hammered into the priest's unprotected ribs as he felt them crack like a matchstick against his strength. The priests grip on the master loosened as they tried to protect his unprotected ribs against the master's sudden renewed assault. The master brought his knee's up to his chest as his feet pushed against the priest with all the rage that he could muster. The priest flew back, high and over the master as he crashed into the giant cross depicting the body of Christ upon it. Falling heavily beneath the cross, the master lay motionless. He looked up at his son, the fire in his eyes as he began to get up off the floor. An injured lion, but a lion nonetheless.

All of a sudden a loud creaking sound came from above as the cross, dislodged from the wall fell down. The priest tried to protect his bulk as 150kg of solid timber fell down upon him, crushing him. The priest tried to scream, but all was heard was a muffled cry amongst the sounds of crashing timber. Then silence. The priest was dead. The master got up and left without a backward glance. Gilded rays of sunlight shone through the church windows as the master hobbled down towards the church doors. He had nothing more to say to his father.

The sun shone as it descended slowly against the horizon to welcome the night. It was the time of the day where the chirping of crickets replaced the musical melodies of the birds. The forest was completely at peace with its environment as one solitary figure stood alone on a grassy knoll. There was a stiff breeze as the master stood motionless looking at the tombstone in front of him.

"Elizabeth. 1980-2004. May you forever rest in peace."

The world continued to move. Things were in motion that could not be changed. The grass grew unkempt around the bare patch of earth where his beloved lay. Looking up at the sky the master smiled. For once in his life his soul felt at peace.

The end.