The Dead Among Us

His face contorts with anger as he presses the phone to his chest and hisses, "I'm warning you, Eli!" His attention soon diverts back to the call. "Yes, sir... Thank you."

He slams the phone back on the receiver, then takes a deep breath, appearing to try to calm himself.

I observe with anticipation as he slowly makes his way toward Eliza, who is still kneeling on the ground, his boots clunking in the timid space.

His manner changes and surprises me as gentle and caring. With a tender touch, he carefully cradles the curve of her chin in the palm of his hand, and she leans into his gesture, apparently finding solace in his presence.

Upon noticing the vivid red and purple bruise marring her cheek, a heavy sigh escapes him. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

She hesitantly responds, "My ankle, Master..."

He carefully places his gun on a nearby side table, then crouches down to nestle her into his strong arms. With ease, he lifts her and places her on the couch, ensuring that she is comfortable, especially when she gasps in pain.

He then gently lifts her leg to examine her ankle. His sweet aptitude towards her takes me aback. Isn't this his slave? The girl he forces to perform sex acts his wife can't keep up with? The girl he spanks when the house isn't spotless? He's acting more like a loving husband or father...

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A devastating illness rapidly spreading across the globe has turned the world inside out, and the situation is only going to become more intriguing. While escaping from a horde of zombies, Fábia is rescued by a community that has taken refuge within the fortified walls of Bronzeclaw Haven.
Will life within these barricaded walls provide her with the life and companionship she longs for or is something sinister hiding in their midst?

⛔️This story is intended for a mature audience and contains violence, sex, and corporal punishment (primarily Spankings), including non-sexual spanking of minors. Read at your own risk.

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