Or I take my knife and slit you open ear to ear.Oh God I sobbed out and buried my face in my hands. My heart beat so hard I was sure he could hear it....Move your hands he screamed out as he grabbed my hair and pulled my face up. I swallowed hard and began to shake in cold fear when I saw the grizzly looking knife in his hand.I began to cry and hot wet tears ran down my face when he pressed the knife to my throat. I shuddered and felt my face turn red with shame as I realized I had pissed myself.. In a short time, the plane would land and she'd be here. She'd actually be here. No more texting on What's App, or sharing photos of each other over Facebook, she'd actually be standing in front of him and he felt himself terrified of how she'd react when she saw him. It was true he was quite tall and sometimes unsure of himself, but today he'd dressed in her 'favorite' outfit. He'd put on clean trousers and his brown steam punk-like boots, recently polished. His collarless Victorian style. "Ladies and Gentlemen, time to retire to the house for the reception."Mistress took my hand and helped me to my feet before guiding me into thehouse. Mistress took her seat at the head table. I was made to kneel infrom of the table as everyone took their places. There were a lot ofcurious stares from my work colleagues and I was sure they would haveplenty of question when they got me alone. Then it struck me, wouldMistress make me return to work after the honeymoon? I knew she would andthat my. . She had a fey feeling for the man. As soon as he’d laid eyes on her, he knew he needed to have her, not because of her looks. They were OK. It was the turn of her head, the way she stared out his look and challenged him. A more visceral emotion, a primitive yearning. A few hundred years ago he would have thrown her to the ground and ravished her then and there. God, he wanted that woman. But they were together now, briefly, a delicious interval. Two people enjoying what living should be.