A Slave for You

Chapter 18

For hollafood

Scott's P.O.V.

I was rushing over to the Wicker household. I can't believe my father did that. Selling Mitch to a man that can't keep a slave alive for more than a week. I broke pass the gates and through the front door. I wasn't waiting. Who knows what he could be doing to Mitch. I stopped in the middle of the house.

"Richard, you sadistic bastard!" My voice bounced off the wall as a growl. I heard what sounded like a door slam open and someone falling to the ground. I ran to the sound. "Richard you son o- Mitch?"

"Scott?"

"Oh Mitch." I fell to my knees next to him. He was completely naked. I pulled his bloodied body into my arms. He immediately began crying. "Come on darling. I'm getting you out of here."

"I think he's dead."

"What?" I slipped an arm under his legs and one around his shoulders. He wouldn't look up at me.

"I hit him over the head with a rock." I kissed the top of Mitch's head. It didn't matter as long as he was safe. I turned to leave but a voice stopped me.

"Where are you going with my slave?" Richard was standing in the basement doorway. There was blood dripping down the side of his face.

"Next time get the paper work. He's mine." I didn't wait for a response. I left. I walked back to my house with Mitch whimpering in pain every time I took a step. I helped him into the shower. "Mitch? Look at me baby." His eyes met mine. I looked at his busted lip and the cut on his cheek.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. I shook my head. I turned on the water and he gripped onto my shirt as the water poured down his back. I didn't care if I was getting wet. He tried to make me back up.

"No. I have to clean you off." I took some soap and rubbed it lightly across his back. Instead of cuts, they were raised welts. "Tell me what happened." He wiped the tears from his eyes. He put his head on my chest.

"A man put a needle in my neck and then I woke up in that basement. There was so many awful things there." His arms wrapped around me to keep me close. "He whipped me while I was raised off the ground. And he cut above my ribs with a hot knife. And then he....he...." He didn't talk anymore. I finished cleaning him off before bring him to the bedroom. He pulled on some fresh pants.

"What did he do Mitch?" He sat on the edge of my bed as I dabbed alcohol on his cuts. The cuts on the ribs were so every time the victim moved, it would hurt. Mitch didn't seem to register it.

"He tried to take advantage of me. I fought though, I really did." I began putting bandages over his wrists. "I hit him over the head before he could do anything. I was so scared Scott." I cupped his cheek in my hand.

"It will never happen again because I'm going to free you." He shook his head. When you free a slave, you can't come in purposeful contact with them afterwards. Mitch put his forehead against mine.

"I don't want to be without you." He brushed his lips against mine. "I love you."

"I love you too." He initiated a soft kiss. I felt my heart pounding. The things this boy could do to me. "But you can't keep getting hurt."

"There's another way."

"No there isn't." His scarred fingers ran across my neck.

"You could marry me." I was going to laugh but his tone was serious. I looked up at him.

"What?"

"At first I thought marriage would be bad. Like you would be stuck with me and you'd end up hating or killing me." He put my finger over my mouth when I tried to defend myself. "I thought it would be like the chains of slavery just different obligations. But it's not with you. You make me feel free. Alive even. And when Richard tried to take advantage of me, I realized that you are the only man I want to be with. Forever." I noticed the blush rising to his cheeks when I didn't answer. I could only stare.

I moved forward to capture his lips in a kiss. His hands slipped around my neck, staying squarely on the back to keep me close. I didn't know where to put my hands. I was afraid of hurting him. He backed away. I looked into those beautiful eyes. Mitch bit his lip as he put my arms around him. I flattened my hands against his back. He winced slightly but held my arms so I couldn't move.

"Who took you? I'm going to kill who ever sold you to Richard." I removed my hands from him to stop from hurting him. He shrugged.

"I only saw their shoes." He began playing with my hair. "I don't care Scott. I'm just glad I'm back with you."

"I care Mitch." I looked over his cut ribs. I kept my fingers far enough. He could still feel the ghosting heat of them. "They hurt you. How many are there?" He shifted.

"Twenty-nine." My hand went over his welted back. "Seventy-six. Three the first time then the rest later." I clenched my fists and my jaw tightened. He used his finger to outline my lips. "But it's fine because you're here."

I moved us both back on the bed. He was snuggled up to my chest as my fingers raked through his hair. I wouldn't mind marrying Mitch. He was cute and smart if he believed in himself. He was so strong. He stood up against Richard. I was so proud of Mitch. He hit an older man over the head with a rock and it was so empowering. Kind of turned me on. I felt Mitch chuckle.

"What are you thinking about?"

"What?" I looked down at the top of his head.

"Your body got warmer and your breathing is coming faster." I laughed awkwardly.

"Nothing." He kissed under my jaw.

"Please touch me." I watched as he moved my hands once again to his back. He pushed them down to his butt. We smiled at each other. "Make love to me."

"Always." I tilted his chin up so our lips met. I loved him. Enough to marry him. I broke the kiss. "Only if you marry me." He nodded.

"Yeah. Of course."