Tiny Woman

She walked out into the room, ignored the tray of sandwiches on the chest at the foot of the bed, and kneeled beside where Chris was sitting at his computer desk. He jumped a bit when he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye.
“Whoa, snuck up on me there! You are a quiet little mouse aren’t you?” He chuckled and ruffled her still-damp hair. “Get up, lets eat!”
“I apologize for disturbing you, Master, please-” He pulled her up and placed two fingers on her lips.
“No. No apologizing and no “Master.” You WILL call me Chris and I will call you Marie. Ok?” The hand on her mouth slid around to cup the back of her head, angling it up so he could look in her face. “I know you’re hungry, so sit on the bed with me and eat something.”
She moved to sit on the bed before him, legs halfway under her with her feet hanging off the bed when he spotted a flash of red peaking out under the blue pajama pants. He stopped her hand halfway to a sandwich and pushed her back further on the bed. She let out a gasp as he grabbed her right foot and shoved the pant leg up to the knee, exposing numerous burns surrounding her ankles. His enraged brown eyes met her terrified green ones as he grabbed the other foot and shoved the pant leg up, rough enough to knock her down on her back.
“What is this?” He growled, grabbing her foot and pushing it into her view as she lay on her back. “You did this didn’t you?!” She stifled a cry and nodded, not trusting her voice. He dropped her foot and stalked off to a corner of the room. She sat up to see what he was doing. He returned with a white box in hand and shoved her back down on the bed.
“Never again!” He ordered, opening the box and pulling out gauze and ointments. “You will never EVER do this again!” He growled, cleaning and dressing the wounds with efficiency, but no tenderness. He bent over her and pulled her gaze into his. “Do you understand?!”
“Yes, Master.” She trembled with fear as his gaze shifted from hers to the small knot on her forehead down to the hickey on her neck.
“Fuck.” He groaned, still bent over her. “There’s more, isn’t there?” He gazed into her face as she averted her eyes. His face hardened. “Shirt. Off. Now.” He ground out as she scrambled to obey. He stood up and ripped her pants down, leaving her completely naked in front of him, with not even hair to cover herself.
He paid no attention to her nakedness other than to examine every mark to see if it needed bandaged. Satisfied that there was nothing more than a few hickeys and bruises on her torso, his eyes wandered down to the rather obvious hand-shaped bruises on her hips. The word ‘no’ ghosted his lips a few times before he managed to tear his eyes away. “They raped you, didn’t they?”
“no” She whispered, wide eyes brimming with tears. ‘Please don’t look, please,’ she begged silently.
“No of course it wasn’t rape, you let them. You let them fuck you, didn’t you?” He didn’t even hear her denial as he wrenched her thighs apart and began examining her intimately. She bit back a groan at his light touch, gone all too soon. He seemed satisfied that nothing had happened when she shifted to his touch and his eye caught the redness further down.
He flipped her over easily, as if she were a child, and pushed apart her cheeks. Embarrassment overwhelmed her senses and she tried to rise to her knees, his strong arm across her shoulders kept her down. She groaned as his other hand probed her injury, examining it and applying ointment. After a moment, he removed his hand and wiped it off before running his fingers through her hair.
“Who was it?” He asked gently. He covered her with a blanket and pulled her into a hug when she didn’t respond. “I guess it really doesn’t matter, does it?” He sighed. “Ok, here’s what we’re going to do. I order you to pick me so they can never touch you again. I order you to never hurt yourself again. Its an order, so you have to obey, Ok?”

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I agreed and he turned away, suddenly embarrassed, while I put the clothes back on that he had pulled from my body. His clothes. They still smelled like him, I thought as he pulled me up against his side in bed. I laid my head on his shoulder and quietly munched on the sandwich he handed me. After all, I must do what I must do to please my new Master.