"You are mine."
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Despite Yumi's reluctance, she had been giving into Sebastian's darkness every night since their first kiss, and she couldn't stop.
As they investigate a string of missing teenagers, Yumi finds herself stuck in the blackness...
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Episode 17 - Her Butler, Understanding
I carried Yumi into the manor, knowing she was still traumatized and weak from earlier.
Scarlet, Maddox, Cammie, and Carter, all followed us.
"Master, are you alright?" they said in unison. "Do you need anything?"
"I can get you water!" Cammie said frantically.
"What about soda, tea maybe?" Scarlet continued.
"I can freshen up your sheets!" Carter said then. "Would you like that?"
"Surely, you're hungry! Perhaps a freshly baked pie?" Maddox added.
But I carried her to her bedroom, and then turned toward them. "Master needs some rest, and you do, too. I know you all want to help, but, please, leave her be for the rest of the night."
Before they could respond, I closed the bedroom door.
Yumi remained silent as I guided her down, and she clutched onto my shirt tightly.
"Master, can you stand?" I said gently, holding her arms in case she fell.
She nodded.
I released her then, testing to see if she fell and she didn't.
I then gazed down at her cloak, starting to undo it.
It fell to the floor, and I briefly held her shoes as she walked out from them.
She padded over to the bed and sat onto it, still looking a bit numb as I made my way to her and pulled off her jacket, finishing with unbuttoning her dress and lowering it.
She stared at me sadly as I gazed up. "Why don't I give you a bath? You're covered in blood, master."
She nodded gently.
I just caught her hand and helped her up, guiding her over to the bathroom.
The tub was made quickly, added with salts and everything, and I held her hand to help her balance as she stepped into it.
She lowered herself into the water, and I stood, bowing before her. "I shall be right back."
I then left the room to gather her freshly cleaned night shirt and walked back.
She was still in the same place, half her face under the water as she blew bubbles.
I just smiled and set her clothes on the counter, closing the door behind me before kneeling down to her level.
I scrubbed her arms then, watching her close her eyes in relief as I moved to her back and then her chest, finishing with her stomach.
Afterward, I poured some water over her head, making it stream down the strands of her hair and dampening it enough it looked like black ink.
I then started massaging shampoo into her scalp, and she seemed to calm more at this.
"Is that better?" I said then.
She gazed up and nodded.
I continued cleaning her then, and her lashes lowered.
But when I was done, I stood, catching a towel from the counter and stepped over to her.
She stood up, the water streaming down her arms and hair, splattering into the bath.
She just stepped out from the tub and stood in front of me, gazing up.
I wrapped the towel around her, making her gasp shortly, but I just pulled her against me and held onto her.
She stared down at my chest then.
I closed my eyes and lowered my lips to the crown of her head, gently running my hand up and down her back.
She didn't move away at all.
I parted my lashes then, feeling my pupils slit as my red eyes glowed angrily.
Mine.
All mine.
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