Natural Submission: Book 1 of the Submission Series by Cordelia Caldwell Read Free Book Online Page A

while.” He walked around her, gone back to the kitchen table, picked up that stupid newspaper and calmly returned to reading. “Hurry along now, daylight’s wastin’.”
    Without a moment’s hesitation more Francine snatched the car keys from the countertop and sprinted across the kitchen tile, through the hallway and out the door.
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
     
    The grass and trees shone beneath their prison of ice, preserved in a glossy case, treasured, nurtured until the spring. Only the robust and tenacious able to survive without aid in this harsh and unforgiving climate. The sun shone brightly over everything like crystals, their light reflecting back into Francine’s eyes. She moved on trudging toward K’s solid black pick up, fragile dead waste crunching beneath her feet. Like him it’s huge, intimidating, and she doesn’t miss the fact this time that there is no licence plate. She shivered on some level registering that this further proof of his thoroughness, but keeps moving forward, unlocking the truck with the key fob.
    The locks came up with a smooth click and the door opened readily. She jumped behind the wheel and worked the combination, the engine turned right over - just like he said it would. She felt a leap in her chest, but was still wary. Yeah dummy, you were able to leave the cabin easily enough too the first time, that didn't mean you were able to get away. Ignoring the mouthy inner critic inside of her she backed the pick up in a three point turn and eased it back over the previous set of tracks, finding it responsive and easy to navigate. She’d just found the heat and was warming up when everything powered down.
    She tried the combination again, but this time there was no response. The key in the ignition is a no - go as well. She was behind the wheel of a huge door stop. I could tell you it has a security stop... he’d said. She turned the key again in frustration. Security stop - the words came back again to haunt her with their taunting litany. In response she slammed her palm on the dash, earning herself a palm full of pain. “Ow - shit!”
    Well sitting here was surely not going to do her any good. She looked outside at the endless white expanse. Already the cold was seeping into the cabin of the truck and again she heard his arrogant voice. Daylight’s wastin’.
    Getting down from the cabin and slamming the door in anger she looked around her. Barren, frozen wasteland. Time to start walking Francine. Sucking in the freezing air she began to walk briskly along the drive as quickly as she could. She walked all day. To throw off K and to just try something different, she left the road and entered the thick forest. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but she quickly lost her sense of direction and got horribly turned around.
    Eventually she began to get hungry, but still she pushed on. In the summer she was able to identify all sorts of edible plants, and fruits, but in the dead of winter it would be so much more time consuming and uncertain and she didn't want to make a mistake and end up in an even worse situation than the one she was in.
    The walk went on and on and was rife with disappointment, not another neighbor or cabin for miles. Just more wasteland. Who knew places like this still existed in this part of Maryland. She had grown up near D.C in a suburbia. She couldn’t have been more than a couple hours from where she was being held and that couldn't have been too far from where she was on Route 70. Everything about her abduction had been a complete surprise. An un pleasant one.
    Recognizing some plants from her studies she was finally unable to resist digging them up and chewed on the roots, just to keep herself occupied. Eventually that grew tiresome as well and she settled on a log in defeat.
    She had been walking all day. From the angle of the sun she could tell it was about 3 pm? Somewhere around there. Okay, so seeing as how she left after breakfast