Seras stretches, her right arm straight up and the other behind her head to hold onto her right elbow. Her shoulder pops and she sighs in satisfaction. I watch her from my position on the floor and wipe my bloody nose with one hand and my tears with the other, waiting to be dismissed for the night. My body aches all over and I feel like one big, throbbing mess. Seras, on the other hand, appears renewed, if tired. She's practically glowing.
"Much better," she murmurs, wiping a spot of my blood off her left breast. She pushes back her hair with her untainted hand and her eyes land on me. I gulp, shaking, and look down at her feet, unable to hold her gaze.
"You're a mess," she sighs. She moves closer to me and touches my head, causing me to flinch. "Go shower," she tells me, ignoring my fear.
"Yes, mistress," I wobble out, already moving to stand.
"And don't bother making breakfast tomorrow. I'm going in early."
Nodding, I limp toward the door. A stabbing pain in my side makes me groan but I continue on and gently close Seras's door behind me. The scent of blood and arousal diminishes drastically with the room cut off and I feel better the further I get away from it. My body and soul are spent, and I'm no longer enticed by the usually lovely aromas. Though my pain and fear probably have something to do with it.
Moaning and hissing, I shower as instructed. The water stream scrapes against my fragile bruises and fresh cuts, and I have to be extra gentle when scrubbing my skin. If only Seras would give me a few days to heal before starting in on me again. She has yet to give me that kind of reprieve, and that truth makes me remember what the moms at the park told me. I know they're right about Seras, but what am I to do?
Washing the shampoo from my hair, I sigh and try to forget any thoughts of freedom, or at least gentler sessions with Seras. This rough life is what I have to deal with. If I try hard enough I can convince myself that things aren't so bad. I've been treated worse in the past, and, comparatively, my time with Seras is luxurious.
I step out of the shower and dry myself off, unsurprised when little maroon blotches spot my towel. My nose has stopped bleeding, though, so that's good. Tiredly, I dress in soft clothes, then trudge off to bed. It hurts to lay down but I manage to find a position that allows me to rest with relative comfort. A moan of relief passes my lips and I allow myself to fall asleep, uncovered by harmful blankets.
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Breakfast without Seras is bleak, and I move Night's bowl closer to the kitchen table to make me feel less lonely. I'm so used to having Seras around so early in the morning that it's distressing to have her missing. She left before I even got up, and there weren't any dishes in the sink to tell me that she ate something before she went off to work. Breakfast is an important meal and she shouldn't miss it. I'm hoping that she at least ate a bagel or muffin with her usual coffee.
When I'm finished eating I scoot Night's bowl back to its original spot then clean up the kitchen. After that I let Night outside to do his business, watching him for a while simply because there's nothing else to do. My body is still hurting and I really don't want to do anything. All my chores are pretty much dome already, or can wait until tomorrow, so I opt for having a day of relaxation. Inside, of course. I don't want to go to the park and have the moms give me another impromptu intervention. I appreciate their concern about my wellbeing but there's really nothing that can be done. Having them tell me what I already know will only depress me.
Mood low, I let Night back in then gently place myself on the couch, moving to lie down. I'm comfortable enough and I shut my eyes as Night plops down beside the couch to rest with me. He sighs a doggy sigh and I reach down to pet him, leaving my hand on his head as I start to drift off.
