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“Good girl. I told you, you just needed to be taught how to come that way. You just needed patience. It will get easier each time. And then it will be my cock taking you there.”
He lies down next to me and strokes my face and the side of my neck for what feels like forever, and I hate myself just a little bit for wanting him to never stop.
FIVE
When I’m returned to the cell, it's silent. No music. Seven is still unconscious. I was gone probably less than an hour, but I'm still worried because he hasn't woken yet. The cell door opens again, and I flinch, but our captor only leaves clean clothes for Seven. None for me, of course. I'm never getting clothes again, and he made it very clear to me before bringing me back that he doesn't want to see the towel on me anymore.
I go to the bathroom and take the first aid kit out of the cabinet. When I return, I put everything on the ground next to the mattress and sit down. I gently touch a part of his shoulder that isn't damaged and shake him.
“Master,” I say. Our captor was very clear about how I am to address my co-captive. It doesn't matter what Seven and I think about it, it isn't worth it to disobey. And after the darkly twisted pleasure I just received in the dungeon, the smallest part of me wants to follow these orders even beyond the terror of what might happen if I don't.
He groans and shifts.
I stroke the side of his face. “Just be still. I'm going to bandage you up.”
Seven becomes alert, his eyes flying open. “Did he hurt you?”
“N-no. Not like you. I'm okay.” I'm notreallyokay, but I'm not bleeding.
“Don't call me that,” he says. So he heard the first word I spoke to him.
“I have to. It's what he wants. Don't shame me for...”
He reaches out, his hand gripping mine, stopping me.
“I would never shame you, but I can't stand to see you demeaned like this.”
“I know.”
I gently extricate my hand from his and start cleaning the marks on his back. I have a complicated swirl of emotions surrounding Seven. In such a short period of time, I'm starting to feel things for him that I don't think I should, things I'm not sure are real. It's the trauma bonding of an extreme situation.
Not that I wouldn't be attracted if we'd met in a normal way. I would be. And I'm sure in time, I would come to know and understand his very appealing protective nature. But it feels like letting myself feel things for Seven is all a part of a complex game that I don't yet fully understand the rules for. And I'm afraid if I let myself care for him, it only gives me more to lose.
He winces but doesn't cry out as I apply an antibiotic cream to his back. I feel so guilty that I don't have any marks. I know it would upset Seven if my skin had been broken, but it feels wrong that he got all this pain and damage, and I got earth shattering pleasure.
The original shame I felt at this is completely overwhelmed by the shame I feel now at the very different experience I got in the dungeon. I unroll the gauze across the marks that are open, and tape it down with medical tape. Some of his whip lashes are just red, not bloody, so I leave those alone except for the cream.
Seven struggles to sit up. He lets out a pained hiss as he leans against the wall.
“Maybe you shouldn't do that,” I say.
He shakes his head. “No. It's cool to the touch. It's better now. I'm fine.” His hazel gaze cuts to mine, concerned. “What did he do to you?”
I look away. “Just leave it.”
The voice of our captor comes out over the speaker again. “I gave our girl her first vaginal orgasm. It's too bad you missed the show, the way she bucked against the vibrator... the way shebeggedme. It was beautiful.”
My face flames at this, and I can't look at Seven.
“You sick fuck!” Seven says.
For the smallest moment, I worry those words are directed at me, but when I look back at him, I see his face is turned up toward the camera.
“You were the one who wanted her to have a lighter punishment. You made a trade. Do you regret the choice now that you know whatlighter punishmentmeans?” our captor mocks.
Seven's voice comes out so cold it frightens me. “You will make a mistake. And when you do, I will kill you.”
The only response from our captor is laughter. “I really love this noble act you've got going.”
