She massaged Him, hoping to put Him in a good mood, but He put her back in the corner, bent over the chair. She felt the thin wooden cane, and the stings it left on her back side and thighs. She cried out loudly, wanting it all to stop. He pulled up her foot and stung it’s bottom. He put her back on the chair, this time facing backwards. Her hands behind her back. He blindfolded her and put an O in her mouth, its straps ripping at the corners of her lips. He restrained her feet and her arms tight behind her back. He let the clothes pins gnash back into her sore little nipples. She yelped loudly, wanting to scream in agony. As He worked her, one of the clothes pins gnashed harder and harder. She heard a feint thump, but thought nothing of it. Her mind was too set on her aching nipples. What is this He claims? One clothes pin fell off? How? She could still feel its gnashing upon her bruised nipple. He put it back on, scolding her for not telling Him. It fell again, the pain no different, but she fumbled to tell Him around the O in her mouth. He slapped the other one off. She felt the cane on her bad foot, the one she clutched only hours before. It stung her and she screamed. It stung her over and over, then back to the other foot, then back and forth and back and forth. She screamed and screamed, she tried very hard to pull away. She wanted it to stop. She couldn’t handle it. Tears fell non stop from under the blindfold. Snot began to run from her nose as she sobbed and sobbed.
Just as quick as the stings began, they stopped. But she could not stop. Her body shook harder than it had all day. She continued to sob. Drool and snot dripped from her face. Surly He was disgusted at the sight of her. Anyone would be. She was broken and hopless, she was shattered. She had no will to fight. She heard His keys jingle, and then the door open and shut. Then silence. Silence except for her sobbing. He left her there. Left her helpless and alone. She couldn’t get free if she tried. She was terrified. He was a threat and she had trusted Him. How dare she trust Him. She shouldn’t have trusted Him. Never should have. Her body screamed at her to get away, her mind screamed it too. But she had no will to fight. No will to get away. And it would cost her, possibly her life.
The door opened again, her heart jumped behind her aching breasts. She heard it shut and His footsteps coming to her. He was going to save her. He was going to release her and set her free. Her breathing quickened as he pulled the blindfold off. Real tears indeed they were, but she was so happy He was saving her. He removed the O, and began to release her from her bonds. She was still crying, but softly. Thank you. Thank you for setting her free. He took her out of that room. She knelt before Him. There was a knot forming in her throat at the realization that for the second time in a span of just hours, she had failed Him. She had disappointed Him.
He spoke to her with stern tones, but she could hear the underlying kindness. He was caring for her. He wasn’t going to give her the pain of a punishment that she was expecting. Her mind was so confused. The pain she had just endured was almost unbearable, but yet it was ok. He saved her. He cared and set her free. No one else had done such a thing. Could she really trust Him? Was He no longer a threat? No, He was still a threat, and always will be. But she could trust Him, and she does. The little girl trusts her captor. She would let Him hurt her, and proudly display the marks. She would let Him put her through all the hurt in the world, and she would pray He does not harm her. Her view was changing. Though slight, it was still there. A glimmer of hope, a spark, a beginning. Against her former training, against her instincts and mind, He had proven so far to be not like the others, but kind. She knew He could hurt her, He could may her cry and scream. She knew His kindness was not weakness, and she thanked Him for changing her life. How dare she believe He was like the others. She wouldn’t believe it now. Couldn’t believe it now. Her body reminded her of His inflictions, but her mind forbid them to control her. She knew that she could trust Him. And the little girl knew trusting Him would change her. He would change her life…
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