The Pet

Chaptert 4

Alexander strode into the shelter where Katie and Elizabeth were waiting anxiously for news about Damien.

"Alex!" Katie jumped from her seat and paced to him. "How is he?"

Alexander shook his head. "Not good." He gave them the rundown of Damien's injuries.

"How is he holding up now?" Elizabeth asked.

"He's resting. I held him until he fell asleep."

Elizabeth hugged Alexander. When she stepped away he asked, "What was that for?"

"You looked like you needed it. Mom and I arent the only ones suffering."

You have no idea, he thought helplessly. He knew that Katie and Elizabeth would not be happy to know that their son and brother was his Pet. He had kept the fact that Damien had been brutally raped out of the report. He didnt want them to know how his father punished anyone. If a beating didnt work, then he went to rape and if that didnt work he tortured. His father was sadistic.

"I have to get back to Damien. I want to be there when he wakes up."

"Alex," Katie said slowly.

"Yes, Miss. Vahn?"

"I know he is only your servant, but please try to make him happy. He hasnt smiled with happiness since his father and twin died."

"He has suffered much. I will do what I can for him."

Alexander wanted to shoot himself. He wanted to make Damien happy, but he also had to make him suffer when disobedient. How could he do both and not kill himself in the process?

Alexander stepped into the night and thought about that. He couldnt find the answer by the time he got home. He threw his jacket on the couch and headed for the bedroom. Damien wasnt in the bed. He went to the bathroom and saw Mr. P toweling Damien off.

Damien couldnt stand that he still felt Asher all over him; his hands roaming, pinching, cutting and violating. It made him want to be sick. So he had asked Mr. P if he could help him shower. He hoped that the shower would somehow free him of Asher's touch and smell. Asher's scent was gone, but his touch was still there claiming him.

Damien looked up from watching Mr. P dry him off. Alexander was standing in the door watching him intently.

"Master." He tried to get up only to have Mr. P push him gently back on the toilet.

"You arent ready to move without help, yet. Sit still."

Damien barked out a laugh. "I've gotten up from worse."

"I bet you have, Damien. But right now you are going to sit your sorry ass down and let me finish drying you off. I'll let Alex dress you." Mr. P was stern yet whenever Damien tried to stand or do something on his own he was right there telling him to relax or pushing him back down.

Alexander strode in and Mr. P handed him a robe. "I havent gotten him clothes."

"Thank you, my friend."

Mr. P nodded and left them alone.

"How are you feeling, Damien?" Alexander asked as he wrapped the black silk robe around Damien's body.

"Alright. Like I said Ive gotten up from worse."

Alexander had to smile. "I went to the shelter and told them what happened. I left out the rape and other details I knew you didnt want them to know."

"Thank you." Damien really needed to get rid of Asher's touch on his skin. It was like snakes crawling all over his body. Maybe Alex couldhe stopped the thought immediately. He looked at the floor ashamed to have even thought about asking Alexander to help him. He had already put him through enough.