Free to Feel [Temporarily (??) Discontinued]

Chapter 26

Catherine felt her heart about to break when Heather stumbled on his knees in front of her bed, panting heavily, sobbing and trying to breathe all at the same time. She shook her head and pulled on her hair, what was going on with him?! Why was he suddenly acting this way?!

He'd never been this way. Ever. Even when she'd first brought him home and he was constantly on the edge, he still wasn't such a... Such a broken slave. He didn't cry so much back then, he didn't... He didn't give off those horrific vibes.

She shook her head and did the first thing she could think of - she pulled him up on her lap, and some stones fell off her shoulders when she felt him clutch her clothes and tuck his head underneath her chin. Alright, this was better than seeing him kneel in front of her, at least they'd been in this position many many times before and she knew it calmed him down. Oh well.

"Good boy." Cat whispered and raked her fingers through his hair, feeling his skin heating up. He was burning at this point, he probably had a fever or something like that... How could she make him feel better? What made him feel better?!

Well... She did know what he liked, especially in a condition like that, when his mind was racing and he was feeling so unwell. She knew and she hated herself for that. It was wrong and messed up and against all human rights, but... If it was what made him feel better...

"Good pet." She kissed the top of his head, feeling his breathing stop for a moment as his grip on her slowly relaxed. "Good boy, good boy. Let your mistress take care of you now."

She hated it. All those degrading words, those words that were supposed to make Heather feel like an animal and not a human - why did theh have to be the words that calmed him down?! Why did he have to find comfort in them out of all the words in English?!

And of course, of course when he looked up at her, there was a teeny-tiny smile on his lips. Her heart throbbed and she looked away, feeling like she'd just condemned him to an eternity of being a Peculiar Slave. He... He wasn't supposed to feel this way! It was wrong!

"Mistress?" He whispered, and his voice was so weak that she immediately forgot everything there was about her discomfort and hatred towards herself. He needed her right now. He needed her more than she needed comfort.

"It's alright. It's okay." She chuckled and pulled the blanket away, and then patted the bed. Ordering him, like a dog, to go lie down. His eyes - he was sick, she could see it in his eyes - lit up and he crawled over and lay down, smiling when she tucked him in. She sat beside him and brushed his purple hair off his forehead, and a small grin appeared on her face when he leaned up against her hand. His face was too warm for comfort, and a small cough that was born somewhere in his throat only proved it further. He was ill. That was undoubtedle.

"I'm sorry for... For breaking down." The guy whispered and looked at her, wiping the cheeks off his face and sniffling. Catherine looked around and found a box of paper tissues she liked to keep beside her bed just in case. She handed it to him and he gratefully blew his nose, then rolled the tissue in a ball and put it aside.

"It wasn't your fault." Catherine chirped and smiled at him more. "Shh... You're unwell. You should rest. Do you want me to get you some tea? Do you want me to stay with you?"

Heather blushed and scooted back, then held the blanket up, inviting her to join him. Cat smiled and slid under the blanket, hugging him close to her and feeling the extreme warmth of his body in her arms. It was... It was wrong. He wasn't supposed to be this warm... Maybe snuggling with him wasn't the best idea right now, but she rarely got sick so it was worth the risk. He looked so precious when he pressed up against her body like this! So adorable and sweet... And broken.