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Post by Bella Aghony on Apr 23, 2012 22:23:30 GMT -5
She paced their mated room waiting for Zsadist to get out of the shower. The wounds at his wrists and ankles weren't healing. In fact, she wondered if there was something wrong. He needed to be seen by Jane even if that meant she had to drag him to her.
Hearing the shower turn off, she glanced over toward the bathroom and let out a breath, bracing herself for any resistance he may give.
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Apr 23, 2012 22:50:22 GMT -5
It had been painful, even the water stinging his ankles and wrists. Moreover he'd used abrasive soap to a point that his skin was red and raw when he'd finished. Well worth it though as he could still see himself being touched and violated every time he'd so much as blinked.
After stepping out, toweling off another experiment in pain control. Avoiding the mirror he'd shaved then rinsed. Though he could sense Bella outside the door, facing her these last days had been much like the beginning. So, when he exited the bathroom he went straight to the closet and dressed without saying a word.
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Post by Bella Aghony on Apr 23, 2012 23:12:29 GMT -5
As he stepped out of the bathroom, she stopped her pacing and watched as he walked past her without so much as a glance. There was the great divide again. Yes, Zsadist had returned home but her hellren was not back.
Sighing, she walked over and leaned against the dresser as he got dressed. "Zsadist.....Are you going to see Jane to have her look at your wounds?" She glanced over at him.
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Apr 23, 2012 23:19:11 GMT -5
Tensed, then jerked a little internally. The thought of anyone touching him repellant and infuriating yet... damn it he couldn't do this to Bella. Pulled up his pants then focused on a point beyond her.
"They aren't bad. Clean, all clean. For now." Moved past her to collect a shirt. "How is Nalla?"
He even sounded robotic to himself, yet this was so forced. Blink; She was speaking. Blink; She was on his body. Blink... He fell to his knees, clutching his head.
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Post by Bella Aghony on Apr 23, 2012 23:34:59 GMT -5
She let out a frustrated breath as he moved past her. "Nalla is fi..." Her words cut off as her breath caught seeing him fall to his knees. Rushing over, she keeled in front of him and cupped his face to have him look at her. "Nallum, what is it?" She glanced over to his wrists. They were so red and raw, she couldn't imagine the kind of pain he was in. They looked far from not bad. Something was very wrong here and it made her feel helpless. "Please talk to me."
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Apr 23, 2012 23:49:24 GMT -5
Shook his head, holding back tears, screams, everything so hard the only pain he felt was from that. Oh it hurt too, festered inside him then becameva burning fire eating away at his very soul. He felt as though his voice would come out a scream if he attempted to talk. Fumbling for a pencil on the bedside table he scratched one word in the floor in front of him before collapsing. Mistress . |
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Post by Bella Aghony on Apr 24, 2012 0:35:02 GMT -5
It was amazing how one word could make her blood boil. She wondered if there would ever be a time where the bitch would quit haunting him. Moving over beside him, she turned his face towards hers. "Zsadist...Look at me! Look into my eyes. You are not there. The mistress is gone. You're here with me, Bella, you're shellan." As he continued to struggle she cupped his face, words becoming more pleading. "Please see ME!"
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Apr 24, 2012 0:47:07 GMT -5
At first his shame wouldn't allow him to even try. It was so great, he felt as though he'd been soiled all over again. Then she continued and he had to tear himself away from her. Hands covering his face, fresh blood from his wrists running down his cheeks again he saw her.
"Save me Bella. She touched me again.. I.. don't know how... " he was struggling for air, drowning in the most recent memories, "...or why, but I'm soiled again. So sorry.." started silently weeping "...she had me bound. She took m.."
And it came, he was weeping while feeling as though he'd defiled them both. His body racked with it even if he didn't make a sound. His soul recoiled into itself even if he never moved.
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Post by Bella Aghony on Apr 24, 2012 1:25:06 GMT -5
It tore her apart to see him like this. To see him so tortured. Noticing the blood running freely from his wrists, she knew those wounds would heal. The ones caused by the mistress, she wondered if they ever would. Completely. Settling in next to him, she slowly pulled him into her arms. "I'm right here. You're not soiled, Zsadist. She can't touch you anymore. She's been gone a long time. Lessers had taken you and drugged you." Reaching over, she gently tried to pull his hands away from his face. "Lessers caused this. I need you to fight to come back to me, Nallum. Please. Focus and see me."
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Apr 24, 2012 1:29:25 GMT -5
"Saw her.... touched me..."
Though he was in her arms, he was feeling his manhood be taken again. That disgusting voice, even the smells.
"I couldn't stop it. So sorry.. so sorry..." Over and over. It was all he had, all he could think until. "Rehvenge, he made it stop." Confused black eyes went to hers. "Did he see her using me?"
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Post by Bella Aghony on Apr 24, 2012 2:19:54 GMT -5
Cupping his face, she searched those black eyes, pained by the confusion and torment she saw there as well as by his words. She shook her head. "No. You have nothing to be sorry for. She didn't touch you. You were drugged. The mistress is dead. She can NEVER touch you again. Ever!" Desperate for him to reclaim his mind, she slowly, hesitantly, leaned in and brushed her lips across his.
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Post by Zsadist Aghony on Apr 24, 2012 2:58:42 GMT -5
He wasn't there one moment then, as if she'd done or said something to pull it all away, he was back. It actually hurt, somewhere inside, a snap within. After the pain faded he felt as though he was coming back to reality, in a good way. Leaning into her shoulder, folding in on himself his voice was small.
"Bella, it hurts. I need help." And didn't that kill to say.
As she held him, he let himself weep. For it all. One hundred years brought back in just a few days. Five years the difference between life and death.
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