The Running Fields by Sydney Presley

Author:Sydney Presley [Presley, Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Published: 2017-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

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A circle of condensation fogged the window in The Naughty Room. Ansgar all but had his nose pressed against the glass, wishing he could slide through it like some magical being and find himself on the other side. He wondered whether the wind would feel the same as the fan in his bedroom that whirred on summer nights. And it was windy, the tree limbs waving as though the black poplars were performing a crazy dance, the music they swayed to something he wished he heard, too. He knew they were black poplars from the lessons he’d received from Mother Love, who had schooled him in everything she thought he might need to know once he returned to England.

The trees stood to the right, and beyond them, ahead in the far distance, was a scene much like the one he’d seen upon arrival at the bread factory, except there were no twinkling lights in the darkness here—the sun being out meant he could see clearly enough. A town or a village stood over there, the house roofs rust-orange or gray, some of their walls white. Behind them, stretching tall and proud, was a huge building, again with a rust-colored roof, but this place had thirty-six windows that he could see peeking above some shorter trees.

A castle.

Ansgar longed to live there, a prince who was free to walk the halls without fear of being confined if he got caught. He would be close enough to visit Mother Love.

Surrounding the castle, a forest, the trees thick with leaves that reminded Ansgar of the broccoli he so hated to eat, appeared as sentinels, guarding the place from intruders. He had a longing to run not only on the grass directly outside the window, but in that forest, too. Perhaps one day his dream would come true. Mother Love and The Scientist wouldn’t live forever, and Ansgar was prepared to wait it out. He couldn’t escape—he’d tried and failed so many times in his younger years—and had now resigned himself, conditioned as he was, to remain at home, doing as he was told. While here, he would always do as he was told. The Scientist would make sure of that.

Ansgar wondered why he’d stopped trying to overpower that man. Why, when Ansgar was big and muscled, he didn’t fight The Scientist, knock him on his arse and make a run for it. Or shift and bite him just enough that he could escape. He didn’t understand why he refrained. Maybe the experiments prevented it. Maybe his fear that Mother Love would be hurt eclipsed Ansgar’s need to get away.

Somewhere out there was an amphitheater, she had taught him that, and the castle, those houses, were in a place called…what was it? Carnuntum, that was right, although he was never allowed to let The Scientist know he knew that. Ansgar worried sometimes that the experiments would make him reveal the knowledge Mother Love had planted in his head, but if they had, The Scientist had never said.

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