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3.4 Measure

I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

The sounds I made while being forced to lay on the cold table where similar to hearing a strangled cat.

Max actually cleansed my wounds and stuck plasters to my skin in order to protect the wounds.

That was how he silenced me.

I had expected the worst from him, yet he took care of me under one slight condition, I did not get to see the entire apartment.

Max carried me outside of the room again and freed me from the blindfold and handcuffs.

I gazed at him.

What were his plans? I was dying to know. He confused me with his behaviour.

"Thank you," I mumbled. I had never thanked nobody from the bottom of my heart. The families I lived with made me thank them all the time for the most stupid things, but I never really meant it.

I was not used to being thankful. Somehow things could be worse. I could be back in the city serving a rich family with a baby... Amongst other things.

He raised his eyebrows, "Did you really just say that?"

"Please, do not make me repeat it," I uttered. It was a miracle that I even said it once.

He did not urge me to repeat my thank you.

We ended up in the hallway all day long, sitting around, basically, doing nothing. Max had certain documents to look through. I just sat there looking at the ceiling, counting sandcorns. Being in that underground apartment forced me to think a lot.

Around noon of that day, Max made his first direct move on me. Okay, I am over-dramatising it.

He said out of the blue, "Take off your shirt."

I was wearing clothes that he had given me. Surprisingly, he had a large pool to choose from. I was even granted a bra that almost fit me perfectly.

"What do you want to do?" I asked him, biting my lip nervously. I had been in that kind of a situation before and it made me very anxious.

"Just take it off," he demanded and made his way out of the hallway slash living room.

"Hey, where are you going?" I shouted after him, and he quickly returned with a measuring tape. I muttered, "Please, do not..."

"Do not, what?" he asked. Max was amused.

"Do not spank me with that. I am doing everything you ask of me. I am sorry if I ask too many questions, or if I kicked you too much earlier today..."

Max interrupted me, "You have been spanked with a measuring tape?"

"No, but I have been spanked with a lot of things and I do not know what else you would do with that thing," I uttered nervously.

"How about we use it for measuring? Take off your shirt," he repeated himself. I slowly took it off and put it on my seat.

Max literally measured me.

"This bra fits you?" he asked, pointing at the fabric on my skin.

"It could be smaller," I informed him.

"Turn around, take it off and I will measure your exact size," Max inquired. I did as he told me, feeling relieved that he at least let me turn around. I helped him do it, so that he did not have to touch me that much. "Put it all back on."

I did. "What was that for? Are you planning on buying me new clothes?"

"Not really, but you are eventually going to need them," he said as he put the measuring tape away.