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“That’s right. Am I royalty? Why the escort?”
The smile stayed in place but not because he thought I was funny.
“Precaution.”
“Ah, I see. So I don’t slip into an episode between here and my room. I get it. Very smart.”
He shrugged. “We’ll be just outside. I believe the Main Master had your clothes put over there. We’ll be waiting.”
“I nodded, trying not to let the embarrassment stir the beast inside. Is this what I was becoming? Too unstable to even leave my apartment unsupervised? What was next…a cell? Hell Row? Well, yeah, if I killed a Master or Mistress. That was a terrifying thought when I had no control over my actions. I’d go from one prison to another. Above ground to below.
The door shut and I turned to my slave.
“Ally.”
Her eyes softened at the name.
“Yes, Master?”
“You won’t let me leave my apartment while I’m…like that, right?”
“No, Master. I would never let you put yourself or anyone else at risk. You’re safe with me…You’re safe now.”
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Braddock wasn’t right. I knew that as I watched him from the kitchen where I was preparing a grocery list and menu for the next week. It’d been three days since our release from Medical, and although Braddock kept me close, I could tell he was keeping something from me. He seemed to be deep in thought most of the time, and that left me cautiously watching him. He hadn’t asked for any more details over his episode. Even more, where I’d detected lust at the hospital, he hadn’t attempted to use me sexually since, which my mind said wasn’t normal. Perhaps it was time for me to call the Main Master and state my concerns. Or…maybe I could give it one more day. He was healing. He needed time.
“What are you thinking?”
I glanced up to Braddock.
“I’m making a menu and grocery list. Does my Master have any suggestions?”
He stood from the sofa, walking over to look down at the list.
“There’s nothing on it. You’ve been looking at this paper for almost an hour.”
Had I? I couldn’t stop calculating the last few days. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mistress Two and what she’d done to myMaster.To me.It was my job to keep him safe. I had to do that if she ever came back.
“I don’t want to keep feeding you the same food, over and over.”
“I like the same food. Talk to me, slave.” A look passed over his face. “Allison.”
“You don’t like my name.”
“What?”
“You flinch every time you say it.”
He was quiet as he shifted.
“The Main Master thinks we should bond. What’s the point when I’m going to end up killing you someday anyway? To say your name, it makes you a person. I didn’t want a companion, slave.I don’t.”
There was no anger in his words. They were truthful from what I could tell. Honest.
“It makes you sad to say that.”
“Well…yeah. I sort of like you being here. I don’t want to kill you in a fit of rage. Not one I can’t remember.”