The Beginning of The End

Chapter Eight

Ms. Venable had woken up a few more times throughout the night, sobbing and clinging to you like you were her lifeline. Each time you took her into your arms, laying her head on your chest and rocking her. Whispering sweet words until she fell back asleep. She professed that she loved you each time while she sobbed about your murder. 

You were baffled that you'd had a similar dream as her but didn't think too much on it because you were exhausted, and mentally drained. But the view you were met with when you awoke made it all worth it.

 Ms. Venable had her arm wrapped tightly around your waist and her bare leg draped over yours. Her auburn curls ran freely down her back and her face lacked its usual rigidity. Even when she smiled there was still hurt and pain behind it; but as she slept, she looked at peace. 

'She's so beautiful'.

 Ms. Venable snuggled in closer wrapping her leg tighter around your waist pulling you closer and putting her pantie covered core directly onto your naked upper thigh. Your breath caught in your throat and for the first time you noticed what she was wearing; a small purple shift that scarcely covered her toned ivory form. 

One of the shifts thin straps had slipped off her shoulder making her cleavage extremely visible. And the shift had been worked up to her hips allowing you a small glimpse of her lace lilac panties. Somehow the restless woman had managed to kick the blankets all the way down to the end of the bed leaving you both completely uncovered.

 You wished you could have this all the time, but you knew that would never happen. Ms. Venable would surely punish you for seeing her vulnerable like this. You looked down at her back spotting the top of her curved spine. You hated the people who made her feel bad about her disability. You knew the treatment she received over it was what made her the guarded. 

The first time you had gone to her job you had seen firsthand how evil people were. They mocked her behind her back making up various names for the woman they saw as wicked. They never stopped to think that maybe people like them were the reason she had to be so mean.

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You were excited to go to work with Ms. Venable. Anytime you got to leave the house was a treat, but you were really curious what the woman did all day. She didn't share much about her life with you, and you hoped that this would be a start at understanding more about her. The car ride there was anything but silent as you ranted on about the show you'd been watching. Ms. Venable listened intently and asked questions when appropriate. You swooned, the fact that she listened and cared about such stupid things just because you cared about them meant the world to you. You asked her once why she cared so much about you, she responded simply "I own you darling. I like to take good care of my things." It offended you at the time, but it also brought you some comfort knowing that she'd always be there to take care of you.

Her office building was beautiful. It had tasteful art and a minimalist style. You walked through the halls for what felt like an eternity before you came to a room full of people. They all say at their own desks, taking calls or typing away on their computers. Ms. Venable didn't stop to say hello or even glance at them.

You noticed that even thought they were 'working' all of their eyes were on you. It was unnerving and it made you stop in your tracks. You didn't realize you had stopped to stare back until you felt Ms. Venables hand on the small of your back encouraging you to continue walking.

Her office was very purple just like her house. It was on the top floor away from almost everyone. But knowing her abrasive nature you figured that was probably for the best.