Tiny Woman
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
4,154
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Regaining names
She stood outside his door for a minute before she remembered to knock. The door opened a moment later to her last option, Chris. The man who helped Jack break her resolution to starve herself. She followed him inside.
“Well, we’re supposed to be acting like man and wife, right? So…” He proceeded to do the most surprising thing any of the boys had yet- he leaned down (the nearly a foot down) and planted a light kiss on her forehead. “How was your day, sweetheart?” His lips twitched into a smirk at the use of the endearment.
“Fine, Master.” She easily slid into his game, not quite caring about the outcome of it. He placed a hand under her chin and lifted it up.
“Chris.” He corrected gently. He hesitated and then removed his hand and backed away a step nervously. “Ok?”
“Yes, Master.” He merely sighed and shook his head.
“Are you hungry?”
“Do you wish me to get food, Master?” she spoke hesitantly, not quite understanding this new game. Perhaps he was sorry he didn’t get the chance to feed her earlier.
“Chris.” He corrected a bit more forcefully this time, and noting no reaction, sighed. Maybe it was time to switch tactics. “Ok, then. Go take a bath. Take as long as you want to get clean. When you are done…you didn’t bring anything to sleep in did you?”
“No, Master.” He riffled through his drawers and pulled out a shirt and pajama pants. He was a thin man, so that his clothes wouldn’t fit too loose or awkward.
“Put these on when you’re clean.” He continued. “And then we’ll eat. Ok?”
“Yes, Master.” She turned to go to the bathroom to obey and he turned to go get food.
“’Chris’” He corrected quietly as he was walking out the door. “Call me Chris, Marie.”
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I hurried to obey, and lowered myself into a warm tub, the heat searing my injuries…all of them. I hurried to clean my hair- not too far above my shoulders now. It was a vast difference from when we all worked together, when my long hair was my shining glory. I scrubbed my body, skinnier than before, but still rounded in all the right places. Now it was currently dotted with injuries and marks, not all of which were obtained recently…
I heard him return and realized I dawdled more than I had meant to. Ch- Master must have wanted me clean for a reason. And now he wanted me to eat with him. I had no idea what was going to happen after that.
“Well, we’re supposed to be acting like man and wife, right? So…” He proceeded to do the most surprising thing any of the boys had yet- he leaned down (the nearly a foot down) and planted a light kiss on her forehead. “How was your day, sweetheart?” His lips twitched into a smirk at the use of the endearment.
“Fine, Master.” She easily slid into his game, not quite caring about the outcome of it. He placed a hand under her chin and lifted it up.
“Chris.” He corrected gently. He hesitated and then removed his hand and backed away a step nervously. “Ok?”
“Yes, Master.” He merely sighed and shook his head.
“Are you hungry?”
“Do you wish me to get food, Master?” she spoke hesitantly, not quite understanding this new game. Perhaps he was sorry he didn’t get the chance to feed her earlier.
“Chris.” He corrected a bit more forcefully this time, and noting no reaction, sighed. Maybe it was time to switch tactics. “Ok, then. Go take a bath. Take as long as you want to get clean. When you are done…you didn’t bring anything to sleep in did you?”
“No, Master.” He riffled through his drawers and pulled out a shirt and pajama pants. He was a thin man, so that his clothes wouldn’t fit too loose or awkward.
“Put these on when you’re clean.” He continued. “And then we’ll eat. Ok?”
“Yes, Master.” She turned to go to the bathroom to obey and he turned to go get food.
“’Chris’” He corrected quietly as he was walking out the door. “Call me Chris, Marie.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hurried to obey, and lowered myself into a warm tub, the heat searing my injuries…all of them. I hurried to clean my hair- not too far above my shoulders now. It was a vast difference from when we all worked together, when my long hair was my shining glory. I scrubbed my body, skinnier than before, but still rounded in all the right places. Now it was currently dotted with injuries and marks, not all of which were obtained recently…
I heard him return and realized I dawdled more than I had meant to. Ch- Master must have wanted me clean for a reason. And now he wanted me to eat with him. I had no idea what was going to happen after that.