Page 26 of Master B-1901

“Never. Never!”

“Mmmphhh.”

Sobs.

Moaning

Light flickered.

Red.

Black.

Red.

Wet.

“Never. Never! Never.”

More sobs.

My head jerked hard as a twitch jolted my body. I went to lift my arm again realizing I barely could.

Stringy.

Wet.

I blinked hard, forcing colors to come in. Trying my best to understand what the fuck was happening.

Stringy.

My hand flexed, staring down at the dark wad of string in my hand. But it wasn’t string, and it wasn’t solely in my hand. It was stuck to me, trapped in the red wetness covering my palms. Back and forth I looked at my hand and what it’d been holding to. What my fingers had been buried in.

Black. Dark. Wet. Red.

“Mast…er”

The tunnel exploded open, blinding me with colors I couldn’t even process. A body lying on its stomach came into view. A head. Hair, soaked in blood. A…face that wasn’t even recognizable. But I knew it. I knew her as I spun my slave over.

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Fuck!”

“Master. Ma?—”

“Shh. Oh shit. Don’t move, slave. Don’t.”

My head went back and forth, searching…searching…

It took seconds to realize what I was looking for as I surged to my feet and raced for my phone. Even as I dialed, my hands itched to continue. My mind screamed to kill. Kill. Kill!

“Good afternoon, Master. How may?—”

“I need a doctor. I need a fucking doctor right now! M-Main Master.Send for him.I need. I…I.”

The phone fell from my hands as I lowered, kneeling next to my slave’s battered body. But she wasn’t alone. The room was warping. I wasn’t real. Or was I? I couldn’t tell as I took in what I’d done. One entire side of her face was caved in. Her eyes were swollen shut and the amount of bruising under the blood turned my stomach sick.

Had I thought there was hope for her? Had I let myself attach to a woman who never stood a chance?

Inhuman. Yes. The yell that left me came from places I didn’t recognize. Parts so deep and haunted with hidden truths that the tears had no choice but to escape. I was cursed. Doomed. There was no hope for me. No hope for her as I watched her fight death. She wouldn’t win against it, just like she couldn’t win against me. How could she. Even if she was trained…so was I.