Me. I popped the pill into my mouth with my good arm. He picked up the flask and opened it and held it to my mouth as I gulped down hurriedly, spilling down my naked chest. I didnt know what to say. I wept. He watched with a pained look. Dont fucking look at me, pig. I thought it but dared not say it. How could he. I am bleeding, bruised, raped. He is sitting there pretending like this hurts him as he prepares to rape my damaged body&hellip,again. How could he do this? How&hellip, How could you Kaleb. You said you loved me. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve it? Just let me go! I begged. I dont have much time left. Save your energy please. I do love you, I do care. I will be gentle if you dont fight me this time. You are wounded, but I have no choice. Everybody has a fucking choice I yelled. He looked away. I do not he spoke softly. Please I begged again. He reached into the bag and pulled out some dressing for my arm. He took my arm out of the blanket and cleaned. She let go of me when I did that, of course, then she started to sit next to me in order to recapture our broken physical intimacy, but she finally just stood there before me, her gaze submissively downward, her arms at her sides, waiting. How had all this happened so quickly? Two weeks before, I was an emotional cripple over the loss of a wife through divorce, and today I was … what …? A master to a sex slave? At what point should I call it quits with all of this? When should I simply end this little game? But … I hadn’t solved the puzzle yet. How had such a concept as emotional slavery become so ingrained in Dawn’s psyche? I had to figure this out. Perhaps just a little while longer. ‘Very well,’ I told her, and she looked up at me sharply, a huge smile on her face. ‘But with one restriction.’ Her bright countenance didn’t fade, but she cocked her head in question. ‘You may only call me that while you are naked,’ I continued. ‘Is that agreed?’ In fifteen seconds flat, every shred.
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