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<blockquote data-quote="Karin" data-source="post: 213182" data-attributes="member: 57167">Thank you everyone for the feedback on my story. It is much appreciated. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />&nbsp;I am on my phone so I will reply tomorrow to your comments. I tried to post an update earlier tonight but the board went down. The text autosaved so I will post the update now. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />*Emma Ryland had a chilly aristocratic air about her that came from knowing that she was superior than others. She had attended the best boarding schools in Europe and she had excelled in riding horses and jumping. There had been a time when she had been aiming at competing in the Olympics. She had had a good shot of making it too, as she had all the right qualities that it took to be a winner. She was rational, detached, stubborn, spoiled and calculating. Growing up without a mother had shaped her that way, as she had been raised to be daddy and grandma’s little princess. She knew that one look into her innocent blue eyes could give her what she wanted. If she just whined loud enough they would bend to her every whim to shut her up. Yes her grandma was not above giving her the special type of candy she had craved to get through her difficult teenage years.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Unfortunately for Emma she had gotten addicted to the pills that were supposed to keep her calm and obedient. So she had two major weaknesses, drugs and sex. Emma knew she could have whoever she wanted and she didn’t care if the man she desired was married. She knew that most men were dumb and weak and would do anything you asked of them as long as you gave them a little piece of you. She had had a liberated view of sex, it was no big deal, it was meant to be enjoyed and she was used to getting her kicks from whoever was willing to provide them. Of course she was also used to being in control over who she slept with. Up until recently she had taken the right to her own body for granted. She had had the power to chose whom she slept with. But then that right had been taken away from her and it had shaken her to the very core of her being.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She had been raped by Luis and it had changed her and her view of sex. She had used to enjoy sex. She had been promiscuous. But that Mexican bastard had taken all the pleasure out of sex away from her. He had turned it into something painful and he had treated her no better than one of her grandmother’s whores. He had made her feel dirty and ashamed. But worst of all was that a part of her couldn’t help but wondering if it was something she had done that had lead to it. Maybe if she hadn’t flirted with Fernando he wouldn’t have punished her. So it had made her question the way she had been living and made her feel like she had deserved it. It had changed her wanton personality and made her withdrawn. It had made her feel rigid, weak and numb. It didn’t even help that the bastard who had forced himself upon her was dead since he was still haunting her in her nightmares. He had broken her self-esteem and she had nobody she could talk to. Nobody that understood her or what she was going through. She was all alone.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; But she didn’t have to be as there were people who loved her and who were trying to get through to her. Who were trying to break through the walls she had built up around herself to protect herself from ever getting hurt again. Her parents loved her. Her grandmother too. But she could not talk to her grandma or her father about this, it was too embarrassing. It was different with Ann though. Her mother had not raised her and that made her easier to confide in. But not about this. It was her dirty little secret that she couldn’t share with anyone or even speak aloud about. No matter of how much her mother wanted to help her, she just couldn’t let her in. So she remained distant from her.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Emma please, what can I do to help you?” Her mother sat down next to her on the bed in her bedroom, as she was once again trying to get through to her.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She could see the anguish in her mother’s eyes, but she couldn’t burden her with this. So she just said in a sad tone of voice, “There’s nothing you or anyone else could do to help me.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “But there must be something,” Ann didn’t give up that easily. “I am your mother and I can tell you have been feeling bad since you got home from Mexico.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “So?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Well I thought that maybe we could talk about it,” Ann offered. “I mean I was kidnapped too so I know how traumatic it was thinking that those men would kill us.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “You know nothing,” Emma said angrily.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “So you weren’t afraid of dying?” Ann asked. “Because I know was. I mean those men were capable of most anything...”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “I know,” Emma said. “After you were gone, I found that out the hard way.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “What do you mean?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Forget that I said anything,&quot; Emma tried to wave it away. But her mother was like a shark that smelled blood. She knew that she was on to something here and she wasn&#039;t just going to let it go. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “No I can’t forget. Are you saying that something happened to you in Mexico?” Ann asked in a worried tone of voice. “Did those men hurt you after I was gone?” Ann asked and all Emma could do was nod.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Yes,” Emma finally admitted and seeing her reaction made Ann even more worried.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Who hurt you?” Ann asked, “Please Emma you can tell me, I want that bastard to pay for what he did to my little girl.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “You’re too late he’s already dead!”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Well good so who was it?” Ann asked. “Was it that young guy I saw you talking to?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “It was Luis, okay?” Emma yelled angrily. “He raped me!” Once the words were finally over her lips she felt liberated for having spoken up. It wasn’t just her dirty little secret anymore. She had shared it with someone. But saying it out loud was also difficult since it&nbsp; brought it all back and made it feel more real somehow. It brought the tears out too and before she knew it she was sobbing real bad.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Oh Emma, I’m so sorry,” Ann said as she pulled her crying daughter into her arms to comfort her. “I never should have left you there.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “It wasn’t your fault.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “No but I still feel responsible,” Ann said. “You are my daughter and I failed to protect you...”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “There’s nothing you could have done,” Emma said as she broke free from her mother’s arms, “Please don’t try to make this about you. Since it isn’t, okay?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “No but knowing that that creep hurt you makes me so angry. So did you at least fight back?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Mom please, I don’t wanna talk about it anymore!&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Okay, I’m sorry for asking, it’s just that I feel like shooting his balls off.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “I know but you can’t,” Emma said before adding. “But there is one thing you can do for me however.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “What’s that?” Ann asked. “You know I’d do anything.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Good,” Emma said. “I don’t want you to tell Bobby about this!”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “But he’s my husband,” Ann objected.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “I know but it’s embarrassing enough as it is,” Emma said. “I don’t want Bobby to pity me too or tell Christopher or John Ross about what happened. The fewer people who knows about this the better. So I want you to promise me not to tell him, ok?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Alright, I promise,” Ann sighed.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Thanks mom,” Emma said before she gave her another hug. She did find some comfort in her mother’s arms and it did feel a little better that she’d unburdened herself to someone. Ann on the other hand felt worse than before. She was so upset that she felt like she needed to talk to someone about this. But since Emma had forbidden her from confiding in Bobby it didn’t leave her with that many options. In fact there was only one other person she could possibly confide in about this even though she didn’t know if she should since it would only hurt him to know.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Karin, post: 213182, member: 57167"] Thank you everyone for the feedback on my story. It is much appreciated. :) I am on my phone so I will reply tomorrow to your comments. I tried to post an update earlier tonight but the board went down. The text autosaved so I will post the update now. :) * Emma Ryland had a chilly aristocratic air about her that came from knowing that she was superior than others. She had attended the best boarding schools in Europe and she had excelled in riding horses and jumping. There had been a time when she had been aiming at competing in the Olympics. She had had a good shot of making it too, as she had all the right qualities that it took to be a winner. She was rational, detached, stubborn, spoiled and calculating. Growing up without a mother had shaped her that way, as she had been raised to be daddy and grandma’s little princess. She knew that one look into her innocent blue eyes could give her what she wanted. If she just whined loud enough they would bend to her every whim to shut her up. Yes her grandma was not above giving her the special type of candy she had craved to get through her difficult teenage years. Unfortunately for Emma she had gotten addicted to the pills that were supposed to keep her calm and obedient. So she had two major weaknesses, drugs and sex. Emma knew she could have whoever she wanted and she didn’t care if the man she desired was married. She knew that most men were dumb and weak and would do anything you asked of them as long as you gave them a little piece of you. She had had a liberated view of sex, it was no big deal, it was meant to be enjoyed and she was used to getting her kicks from whoever was willing to provide them. Of course she was also used to being in control over who she slept with. Up until recently she had taken the right to her own body for granted. She had had the power to chose whom she slept with. But then that right had been taken away from her and it had shaken her to the very core of her being. She had been raped by Luis and it had changed her and her view of sex. She had used to enjoy sex. She had been promiscuous. But that Mexican bastard had taken all the pleasure out of sex away from her. He had turned it into something painful and he had treated her no better than one of her grandmother’s whores. He had made her feel dirty and ashamed. But worst of all was that a part of her couldn’t help but wondering if it was something she had done that had lead to it. Maybe if she hadn’t flirted with Fernando he wouldn’t have punished her. So it had made her question the way she had been living and made her feel like she had deserved it. It had changed her wanton personality and made her withdrawn. It had made her feel rigid, weak and numb. It didn’t even help that the bastard who had forced himself upon her was dead since he was still haunting her in her nightmares. He had broken her self-esteem and she had nobody she could talk to. Nobody that understood her or what she was going through. She was all alone. But she didn’t have to be as there were people who loved her and who were trying to get through to her. Who were trying to break through the walls she had built up around herself to protect herself from ever getting hurt again. Her parents loved her. Her grandmother too. But she could not talk to her grandma or her father about this, it was too embarrassing. It was different with Ann though. Her mother had not raised her and that made her easier to confide in. But not about this. It was her dirty little secret that she couldn’t share with anyone or even speak aloud about. No matter of how much her mother wanted to help her, she just couldn’t let her in. So she remained distant from her. “Emma please, what can I do to help you?” Her mother sat down next to her on the bed in her bedroom, as she was once again trying to get through to her. She could see the anguish in her mother’s eyes, but she couldn’t burden her with this. So she just said in a sad tone of voice, “There’s nothing you or anyone else could do to help me.” “But there must be something,” Ann didn’t give up that easily. “I am your mother and I can tell you have been feeling bad since you got home from Mexico.” “So?” “Well I thought that maybe we could talk about it,” Ann offered. “I mean I was kidnapped too so I know how traumatic it was thinking that those men would kill us.” “You know nothing,” Emma said angrily. “So you weren’t afraid of dying?” Ann asked. “Because I know was. I mean those men were capable of most anything...” “I know,” Emma said. “After you were gone, I found that out the hard way.” “What do you mean?” “Forget that I said anything," Emma tried to wave it away. But her mother was like a shark that smelled blood. She knew that she was on to something here and she wasn't just going to let it go. “No I can’t forget. Are you saying that something happened to you in Mexico?” Ann asked in a worried tone of voice. “Did those men hurt you after I was gone?” Ann asked and all Emma could do was nod. “Yes,” Emma finally admitted and seeing her reaction made Ann even more worried. “Who hurt you?” Ann asked, “Please Emma you can tell me, I want that bastard to pay for what he did to my little girl.” “You’re too late he’s already dead!” “Well good so who was it?” Ann asked. “Was it that young guy I saw you talking to?” “It was Luis, okay?” Emma yelled angrily. “He raped me!” Once the words were finally over her lips she felt liberated for having spoken up. It wasn’t just her dirty little secret anymore. She had shared it with someone. But saying it out loud was also difficult since it brought it all back and made it feel more real somehow. It brought the tears out too and before she knew it she was sobbing real bad. “Oh Emma, I’m so sorry,” Ann said as she pulled her crying daughter into her arms to comfort her. “I never should have left you there.” “It wasn’t your fault.” “No but I still feel responsible,” Ann said. “You are my daughter and I failed to protect you...” “There’s nothing you could have done,” Emma said as she broke free from her mother’s arms, “Please don’t try to make this about you. Since it isn’t, okay?” “No but knowing that that creep hurt you makes me so angry. So did you at least fight back?” “Mom please, I don’t wanna talk about it anymore!" “Okay, I’m sorry for asking, it’s just that I feel like shooting his balls off.” “I know but you can’t,” Emma said before adding. “But there is one thing you can do for me however.” “What’s that?” Ann asked. “You know I’d do anything.” “Good,” Emma said. “I don’t want you to tell Bobby about this!” “But he’s my husband,” Ann objected. “I know but it’s embarrassing enough as it is,” Emma said. “I don’t want Bobby to pity me too or tell Christopher or John Ross about what happened. The fewer people who knows about this the better. So I want you to promise me not to tell him, ok?” “Alright, I promise,” Ann sighed. “Thanks mom,” Emma said before she gave her another hug. She did find some comfort in her mother’s arms and it did feel a little better that she’d unburdened herself to someone. Ann on the other hand felt worse than before. She was so upset that she felt like she needed to talk to someone about this. But since Emma had forbidden her from confiding in Bobby it didn’t leave her with that many options. In fact there was only one other person she could possibly confide in about this even though she didn’t know if she should since it would only hurt him to know. [/QUOTE]

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