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He nods, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “But maybe when you know my name, you will want to stay.”
Four
Husband
“W...what?” she says and her voice is now soft from all her screaming. I thought I wanted her to fight me but it took too much of a toll on her and now I regret it.
“But I don’t know your name,” she adds.
My jaw flexes.
“Could take my offer back if you want.”
She shakes her head frantically. “No! Is it...,” she licks her lips, “Tom? Harry? Robert? Melvin?”
“Not even close.”
Her whole body slumps. “Is it Jayden, Brayden, Holden...?”
“None of the above. And I don’t want you to just blurt out your guesses like that. When you know for sure, you will know for sure and then you will tell me.”
Silencing, she gets a distant look in her eyes. “I think I can do this.” She sounds determined. “I think I will be able to guess your name.”
“So do I. For your sake.”And mine.
She pulls away from me, her limbs quivering and she gets up to her feet, reminding me of a foal who’s just learning how to walk. I stand up beside her and I am concerned. I don’t want her to overwhelm herself, or walk around this house scared or worried.
This is her home now. And she needs to learn how to act like it.
“I don’t want to break you,” I say and her gaze goes to me. “I don’t want to see you shatter in my hands. Because of my doing.”
“Why not? Because I’m your doll?” she mutters under her breath and I nod, causing her eyes to flare. “But I’m not your doll!”
“You are now,” I growl, clasping her elbow. “Come with me.”
Her body tenses and I can’t wait for the moment when she finally stops doing that. “Where are we going?”
“Don’t be afraid,” I tell her, “we’re only going upstairs.”
“U...upstairs?” she stutters and I glance at her. Could look at her all the time and no matter how much I look, I can’t seem to get my fill. She doesn’t only arouse me but awakens a deep need to protect and provide.
“If I wanted to force myself on you I would have already done it.”
She eases, reassured by my words and she’s slowly stopping to tremble. Finally she gets it, finally she understands that the last thing on my mind is hurting her. I would rather cut off my own hands. I meant it when I said that she’s all I care about.
And deep down, I know that even if she finds out about my name and still wants to go, I’m going to have to let her even if I’ll never be the same again. It stings. It hurts that she can’t remember me. Nothing about me, not my face, my voice or my eyes seem to be familiar to her.
Leading her upstairs, I notice that she’s watching me but she’s not asking me any questions. She seems tired, her eyes drooping when I walk into my bedroom and grab a t-shirt and drag it over my head. I don’t say anything about the mess she has made.
It’s understandable. She thinks she is a captive. And for now she is.
Her gaze hooks on mine as if she’s searching for answers but I clasp her elbow and lead her into the Husband bathroom. Swallowing she wonders,
“What are we doing here?”
I turn on the light and she glances at the round tub then at the tropical shower. “We are going to change some things.”
“Things?” she asks and I place a chair in front of the sink and mirror.
