Elizabeth could feel something was amiss that night she sent her beloved Patrick into town for supplies. The storekeeper was holding the package of essentials for her until Patrick made his way there to pick them up. Elizabeth lived a few miles outside of town in the country, on a dark country road. Patrick was her hired hand, at least that’s how it appeared to the outside world.
Sitting by her fire now, Elizabeth reminisced just how Patrick came into her life. She had just inherited the farm from her father and had been staying there for a few months, and was actually thinking of selling, when a muscular man with dark curly locks, and the greenest eyes she had ever seen, knocked on her door.
“Afternoon, Miss”, he started, ” My name is Patrick O’ Shea, and I thought you might be able to use a hand on this farm.”
“I have to admit, I could use some help working the farm, and fixing things, I”m afraid the pay wouldn’t be much.” Elizabeth answered.
“Miss, all I ask is Room and Board, ” he added with a smile. A smile that melted her heart.
Patrick would go about the business of fixing up the old farm house, and tending to what few crops Elizabeth decided to plant, while Elizabeth concentrated on her writing. Eventually Patrick began tending to other needs as well, and accepted Elizabeth as his Mistress.
Elizabeth and Patrick had a fiery passion between them. Although he never once touched her without permission, he was an electrifying lover, following her every command, succumbing to all her wanton lustful desires, willing to do anything to make her happy.
After one night of heated lovemaking, Patrick declared his love and devotion for her. ” Mistress Elizabeth, I love you, adore you. You own my very soul, not even the bonds of death could keep me from you.”
Right now Elizabeth had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Patrick should have been home hours ago. He was so devoted, it never occurred to her that perhaps he was in a pub with another woman. Suddenly that thought did pass across her mind, and she thought that she would give him a good flogging to set him straight for making her worry.
Elizabeth was startled at the pounding at the door. This couldn’t be Patrick, surely he would just enter.
Elizabeth opened the door slowly. Standing there were three men holding the lifeless body of her beloved Patrick!
“Miss, we found him down the road apiece. It appears he was thrown from the horse and struck his head on a rock. We know he was your man servant. Shall we bury him in the back for you? They queried?
Elizabeth stood there in a state of shock and disbelief. Patrick was so much more than a man servant.
“Yes, please. That is very kind of you. Could you place him by the cherry tree? He would often sit there and have his lunch.” Elizabeth managed to answer.
Later that night, Elizabeth lay in her bed crying for Patrick. She loved him, and needed him just as much as he needed her, perhaps more so. She rose from her bed, and looked out her window to the cherry tree where he had been buried. The ground was torn asunder, and scattered everywhere. Chills ran up and down her spine as she recalled what he said to her , not even the bonds of death could keep him from her.
A door slammed downstairs. She heard water running. Could it be Patrick back from the dead?
Familiar footsteps crept up the stairs.
Elizabeth’s heart raced.
Her bedroom door burst open, and there he stood, smiling at her.
“Mistress, the next time you bury someone, make sure they are dead first, ” Patrick said before grabbing Elizabeth and throwing her to the bed.