Bless Your Little Heart

TWENTY-SIX

Submissive.

I never took myself for the submissive type, the way I held myself all throughout my life said the opposite. I always took life by the balls and did things my way.

It's the reason I had four acceptance letters to some of the best colleges in the US.

But none of that mattered now.

Now my life added up to being a slave for a man who wanted nothing to do with me.

Granted he had been being somewhat nice to me, as nice as the man who kidnapped you could be. But even when he was berating me, or shaming me. I couldn't help but feel something deep inside for him.

It longed for his touch, craving the sweet sensation it sent coursing through my body.

But he hadn't gave in, into the urges I knew lingered in his soul, thinking of me as his. I was his, if he wanted me I would get to my knees and be at his beckoning call.

I had lost myself in my thoughts as I stretched away at the pan before me, the beef slowly sizzling in the hot grease.

It scared me how attached I had become to him. We had shared countless small moments and nothing more but I still couldn't get rid of the feelings I had.

They grew more and more each day, never stopping even when I wished they would. When he was being his absolute worst to me, treating me like the dirt on his shoe.

I still cared.

Cared for him, cared for his affection, everything he did infatuated me. The way his gestures would so lightly soften around me, the way he would compliment my cooking. It all outweighed the bad to me.

Smoke rose from the pan, slowly growing a darker grey. I continued to stir not paying it any mind.

Lost in my own thoughts I never heard Malcolm enter the room.

"What's that smell?" He spoke scrunching up his nose, before his eyes widened.

"Madelyn?" His voice was nothing but words in the wind, not hearing a word he said as my thoughts drowned it out.

"Madelyn jesus christ!" He runs across the kitchen before grabbing a cloth, wetting it under the sink. He pushes me back before throwing the cloth on top of the pan.

As soon as he touched me I snapped from the trance I forced myself into, seeing the situation before me.

I didn't hide my shock as I looked ahead, the wall had black marks cascading up, the paint bubbling below from the heat.

"Madelyn what the fuck?" He breathed before turning to me, complete shock took over his face. "You almost burned the house down!" His voice deepened at the last remark, causing me to sink into myself.

All I could do was stare at him, seeking the anger starting to slowly appear in his eyes.

It was an accident, I truly didn't mean to cause a damn grease fire. I could've already burned the house down if I wanted to.

"I-It, I-I." I couldn't muster the words to defend myself. My face still, as the shocked expression stays glued. I couldn't break my eyes from the mess before me.

He stares at me confused before scanning my hands, immediately taking them into his.

"You burned yourself." He huffed, pulling my body toward the sink. Instinctively it followed, I didn't need to cause more shit after the stunt I just pulled.

He turned the faucet on putting it to a cool temperature, slowly bringing the burnt area underneath.

I seethed in pain as I tried pulled my arm back to no avail, his grip on my wrist was tight. "Stop. It will help." He tone was emotionless, as if he was almost annoyed at the situation.

After a minute he grabs some paper towels before running then underneath the same water, pulling my hand back and placing them atop.

In one swift motion he scoops me into his arms, placing me on the counter gently before bending down to the sink cabinets.

I liked the way it felt when he was taking care of me, being so gentle trying to not further hurt me. How he took action to tend to me out of his own free will.

He was so confusing, I could never get a good read on him and it frustrated me. The fact he went from angry to caring was enough to be confused about, now he was caring for my wounds? My mind was about to explode from running.

He stands back up bringing the small first aid kit to the counter beside me, watching every move he makes. Clicking open the top and taking out a small vial of cream, squeezing out a pea sized amount before lightly pulling my arm to him. Fibbing her finger lightly against the rugged charred skin.

"Thank you." I give a small smile up at him, taking in his handsome features. The way his jaw was tightened as he moved across my hand, trying to not hurt me with each touch.

His eyes flick to mine as he stays silent, still moving his finger against my skin. He lets go of my wrist before grabbing a white bandage.

I finally took the time to look at the damage caused, it wasn't awful but it wasn't good either. It was As my shock wore off the pain started to seep in, soon completely taking over. I grit my teeth to try and hide the searing pain in my hand.

He slowly starts to wrap the bandage around my wound, as it presses against the fresh flesh I let out a whimper.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to be gentle." The tone of his voice shocked me, it was one I longed so much for. Even if it was for a second, it was one of care.

Maybe even love.

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God writing this was hard idk why lol, maybe it's because like my biggest fear is burning to death. But our girl Madelyn is a clumsy hoe.

anyway

enjoy!

xoxo