Page 27 of Master B-1901

And I’d killed her. My slave would soon be dead.

Dead.

Dead.

“Ninety-one, please wake up. Ninety-one. Slave. I’m sorry.Please.”

Another yell left me. More lights stole me away from her, and I was spinning again. Spinning but still talking. My body was falling into a black void that never seemed to end.

“I didn’t know. Please. That wasn’t me.”

“Mas-ter.”

“Please stay. It wasn’t me.”

“Master.”

“It wasn’t me.”

Light took over my vision, and my head felt like it imploded. I reached for my face, not feeling my cheek where I pressed. A mass of voices jumbled together. More laughter. More screaming. I was outside my father’s house, staring towards his car as he drove away. Melissa was waving towards him as she leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

“What adventure shall we go on today? We’re going to have so much fun. Wave bye to Daddy, Braddock. He won’t be back for a week which is perfect for us.”

“Master.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Master.”

Bang!

Vertigo hit and I swayed. The pain was unreal. I almost felt like I was moving, but the spin was the only thing I knew. The spin and the pain. It kept going around and around. Slamming into me again. And again.

“Stand down!Master, look at me. Braddock!”

Only half a roar left me. I swung, not even realizing I was going through the motions. The impact that came had me stumbling backwards and bright colors flooding in. My hand pressed hard into my face, but the feeling barely registered. I lowered my arms as I stared at my palms. The light was killing my head. My eyes. It was killing me. Killing me.

“Master!”

Blood registered over my fingers. So much blood, and it hurt to move. To even think. I gagged, not able to make sense at the yells that kept coming.

“Look up. Look up! Look at me.”

I met light blue, not understanding what I was seeing. There was so much blood. So much red everywhere I looked.

“Master, that’s it. Do you see me? Master. Braddock?”

“Slave?”

A sob left me as I stumbled in her direction. I reached both hands to her face. She had a large knot on her cheek that was split open, and blood covered down her jaw and T-shirt. She even had the crimson color coming from her nose.

“Is this real? This isn’t real.”

“Braddock, are you back?”

My head repeatedly shook.

“You’re alive?”