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distress. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”
I swallowed back my panic at the prospect of being without him. I had no option but to agree. Besides, he had appointed Susan to look after me, so I had to trust his judgment. I forced myself to nod, communicating my acceptance of his wishes.
“That’s a good girl,” he said gently before squeezing my hand one last time. The apprehension that gripped me at the prospect of his absence was burned away by the warm glow that pulsed to life in my chest in response to his tender praise.
He nodded once at Susan before leaving me. I wanted to cry out at the loss of his reassuring hold on my hand. His touch had been my anchor since I had awoken to my new life, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through the day without it. But he had promised to come back. I had to trust him. I would be good.
“Are you sure Agent James isn’t making you uncomfortable, Jane?” Susan was frowning slightly, disapproval etched in her soft features. “I understand if you’re scared to tell him you don’t want him to touch you. I’ll keep him out if he’s bothering you.”
“No,” I said firmly. “I’m not scared of him.”
I’m only scared of him leaving me.
But I didn’t dare say that aloud. It was Master’s will that I remain in Susan’s care until he returned, and I wasn’t going to protest.
Susan still appeared slightly uncomfortable. “Well, if you’re happy with the caveman being here, then I’ll look the other way. I really do appreciate that he cares so deeply about helping you recover, but he is acting inappropriately.”
I said nothing, and after a moment, Susan’s easy smile returned. “How about we get you some breakfast?” She asked brightly. “We need to get your calorie count up.”
I nodded my assent. Master had ordered me to eat without waiting for his permission, so I would comply with Susan’s wishes.
But my compliance was soon tested. After breakfast, Susan tried to convince me to defy one of Master’s orders. Even though he wasn’t there to witness my transgression, I didn’t want to break another one of his rules. He had been so disappointed in me when I had slipped up and called him “Master.” I only ever wanted him to be perfectly happy with me. I had promised I would be good, and I fully intended to keep that promise.
Susan had brought me into the bathroom so I could use the toilet and take a shower. I was so weak that I couldn’t walk the short distance to the bathroom without her assistance, and she insisted that I sit down while taking a shower.
But once I was seated, she began tugging on the laces that held the back of my hospital gown closed. I quickly twisted away from her.
“You don’t have permission to remove your clothes.”
“Don’t,” I said desperately.
Susan placed her hands on my shoulders, trying to steady me. “It’s okay, Jane. I just need to take your gown off so you can get clean.”
“No!” I protested sharply. “I can’t do that.”
Susan’s soft brown eyes gazed into my own. “I’m not going to hurt you, Jane. You can trust me.”
“I do,” I assured her, my voice rough with my rising panic. I had to make her understand. “But I can’t take off my clothes. He told me I wasn’t allowed to.”
“That man isn’t going to hurt you anymore, Jane,” she assured me firmly. “You don’t have to do anything he told you to do.”
She thought I was talking about that Bastard. “No. Not him. He wouldn’t let me wear clothes.”
I wasn’t sure how to explain myself. I couldn’t refer to Master as “Smith” or “Agent James.” He hadn’t given me permission to call him by his name. But I wasn’t allowed to call him “Master” either. Tears began to form at the corners of my eyes as my frustration and fear overwhelmed me.
Susan’s brows drew together in puzzlement.
“Please,” I begged
I swallowed back my panic at the prospect of being without him. I had no option but to agree. Besides, he had appointed Susan to look after me, so I had to trust his judgment. I forced myself to nod, communicating my acceptance of his wishes.
“That’s a good girl,” he said gently before squeezing my hand one last time. The apprehension that gripped me at the prospect of his absence was burned away by the warm glow that pulsed to life in my chest in response to his tender praise.
He nodded once at Susan before leaving me. I wanted to cry out at the loss of his reassuring hold on my hand. His touch had been my anchor since I had awoken to my new life, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through the day without it. But he had promised to come back. I had to trust him. I would be good.
“Are you sure Agent James isn’t making you uncomfortable, Jane?” Susan was frowning slightly, disapproval etched in her soft features. “I understand if you’re scared to tell him you don’t want him to touch you. I’ll keep him out if he’s bothering you.”
“No,” I said firmly. “I’m not scared of him.”
I’m only scared of him leaving me.
But I didn’t dare say that aloud. It was Master’s will that I remain in Susan’s care until he returned, and I wasn’t going to protest.
Susan still appeared slightly uncomfortable. “Well, if you’re happy with the caveman being here, then I’ll look the other way. I really do appreciate that he cares so deeply about helping you recover, but he is acting inappropriately.”
I said nothing, and after a moment, Susan’s easy smile returned. “How about we get you some breakfast?” She asked brightly. “We need to get your calorie count up.”
I nodded my assent. Master had ordered me to eat without waiting for his permission, so I would comply with Susan’s wishes.
But my compliance was soon tested. After breakfast, Susan tried to convince me to defy one of Master’s orders. Even though he wasn’t there to witness my transgression, I didn’t want to break another one of his rules. He had been so disappointed in me when I had slipped up and called him “Master.” I only ever wanted him to be perfectly happy with me. I had promised I would be good, and I fully intended to keep that promise.
Susan had brought me into the bathroom so I could use the toilet and take a shower. I was so weak that I couldn’t walk the short distance to the bathroom without her assistance, and she insisted that I sit down while taking a shower.
But once I was seated, she began tugging on the laces that held the back of my hospital gown closed. I quickly twisted away from her.
“You don’t have permission to remove your clothes.”
“Don’t,” I said desperately.
Susan placed her hands on my shoulders, trying to steady me. “It’s okay, Jane. I just need to take your gown off so you can get clean.”
“No!” I protested sharply. “I can’t do that.”
Susan’s soft brown eyes gazed into my own. “I’m not going to hurt you, Jane. You can trust me.”
“I do,” I assured her, my voice rough with my rising panic. I had to make her understand. “But I can’t take off my clothes. He told me I wasn’t allowed to.”
“That man isn’t going to hurt you anymore, Jane,” she assured me firmly. “You don’t have to do anything he told you to do.”
She thought I was talking about that Bastard. “No. Not him. He wouldn’t let me wear clothes.”
I wasn’t sure how to explain myself. I couldn’t refer to Master as “Smith” or “Agent James.” He hadn’t given me permission to call him by his name. But I wasn’t allowed to call him “Master” either. Tears began to form at the corners of my eyes as my frustration and fear overwhelmed me.
Susan’s brows drew together in puzzlement.
“Please,” I begged
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