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Chapter One: Abduction

It was Thursday night; I was tired from a long shift at the bar. The sound of my heels clicking the cement almost lulled me to sleep as I walked the 18 blocks to my flat. I never liked walking past Jim’s garage though. There is a long dark alley over there and you never know what or who might be lurking. A couple of girls were abducted from that alley a few years back. Normally Ted gives me a lift home, but tonight, he never showed up for work, so I am stuck walking.

I step up my pace as I approach the alley wanting to pass quickly, but it’s not my lucky night. I feel a pointy object in my back and a leather gloved hand wrap harshly around my mouth.  I freeze as he pulls me back against him.

“You may walk slowly backwards and do not attempt to scream,” a man’s muffled voice says.

Instinctively my hands reach up to his arm in an attempt to pry it from me, but I felt the point in my back tear through my blouse and poke at my flesh. I took a step back while tears started to form in my eyes. Then another and another as he virtually pulled my stiffened body along.  A tear rolled onto his glove and I could see the glint of it from the street light. My nose started to run and it became harder to breath. He stopped and leaned his head next to mine.

“Stop it, my dear, or I shall give you a real reason to cry those tears” and he poked the knife a little further into the space between my shoulder blades.

I flinched and tried to nod my head. My legs were trembling now and my hands and arms were shaking. We reached the back of the alley and he pulled me harshly, removing the knife from my back as he shoved the heavy metal door open. He used his foot to shut it and held me tightly to him just inside the door.

There was a dim light coming from the bottom of a set of concrete steps. I could see the sliver of his blade as he brought it to the bottom button of my blouse and sliced through each thread until they were all scattered to the cement below.

“I am going to let go of your mouth now, you scream and you will bleed... do you understand me?” his voice sounded as stiff as my muscles.

I nodded my head and felt his grip loosen from my lips, the blood quickly returning to them. He slid his hand from my mouth, to the back of my hair and gripped it tightly, and his blade went to its previous position on my back. I gasped and put my hand to my mouth for fear of crying out.

I heard him chuckle, sliding the blade delicately down my spine. He used the blade to pull and lift my blouse off, turning me to face him in just my bra and skirt. His eyes were a bright sky blue, and the rest of his face covered by a black ski mask. His hands were firm on my shoulders, the leather gloves smooth and worn. His eyes were piercing into mine as I tried to avoid their contact.

“Do you think I mean to hurt you, my lovely frightened little rabbit?”

My shoulders were trembling, partly in fear and partly from cold. My hands folded in front of me as I fumbled with my fingers looking at them.

“I don’t know what you mean to do with me,” I said quietly, feeling his gloved finger on the bottom of my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“I mean to make you my own you lovely little bitch.” His hand moved from my chin to my forehead as he brushed the straggly red hair from my eyes. Once again, I looked down, not wanting to keep eye contact with him.

“Okay fine, I see how it’s going to be.” He gripped my shoulders and forced me to turn around. He nudged me towards the stairs. I was reluctant but knew I had no choice as my left hand rested upon the peeling gray paint of the handrail.

“I think you’re going to like the basement, my dear.” He laughed a little and nudged me again to start descending.

The clack of my heels echoed between the cold gray cement walls with each unwilling step I took. The steps turned and I could see where the light was coming from now, as I peered into the doorway of what must be the basement. We reached the bottom platform and he told me to stop, taking a hold of my right arm and standing next to me.

“This is a special little place I have prepared just for the two of us.” There seemed to be a hint of excitement in his voice.

I stood there peering into the room shaking badly. I saw a long silver table and a workbench where a single light bulb was suspended. Various tools strewn about on the workbench, wrenches, leather gloves, a pipe wrench, and some smaller hand tools. As my eyes adjusted a little more to the dim lighting, I got a better look at the long silver table; there were stir-ups at one end… an exam table. Fear started welling up inside of me more and more, what kind of sick things did he intend to do to me? I could no longer hold back the tears. I sobbed thinking he was going to kill me. He nudged me with the blunt ended handle of his blade.

“Get the hell in there, my precious little fuck toy,” he said dauntingly.

I took a couple of steps forward as he kept thudding the handle of the knife in between my scapula’s, shoving me along. There was a divot in the cement floor and my heel caught in it. I stumbled forward and fell, scraping my knee on the abrasive floor.

“Priceless… now we really do have a reason to doctor you up, don’t we?” He said, as he took hold of my arm and helped me to my feet.

He must have pulled his gloves off, his fingers clutched hard and tight into my arm as he led me to the exam table. I could see the black hairs on his knuckles as the light reflected off the table the closer we got to it. His hands were smooth. I questioned as to whether or not this was his workplace. A man who uses those types of tools would not have such smooth, clean looking hands.

“Up you go, princess.” He shoved me hard as we approached the table.

I stumbled again and my hands fell hard onto the cold stainless steel on the table. I thought about losing my shoes and making a run for it, but I didn’t. I stepped onto that little black step, turned and sat on the table, just as I would if I were really at the doctor’s office. My nose was running again as I sat there topless except for my bra. I was cold and trembling, my fingers curled around the edge of the table, part of my exposed thighs warming the steel and robbing me of my body heat.

“Let’s make sure that cut on your knee doesn’t get infected first, shall we?” He pulled open a drawer on the table that happened to be on my left side. There were many medical supplies… tape, gauze, speculum (the older metal kind), and the bottle of alcohol that he was taking out. He closed the drawer before I could get a better look.

“Hold this.” He said handing me the bottle of alcohol.

My hands shook badly as I took the bottle from him, and held it in my lap, looking at it. He turned from me and walked over towards the workbench. His black T-shit was snug to his body, and neatly tucked into his black pants, a black leather belt around the waist, and black rugged boots. He had to be over six feet tall, his shoulders were wide and his arms looked slightly muscular. He looked back at me mid stride.

 “Don’t try to run while my backs turned, I’ll be on you well before you make it to the door and you wouldn’t enjoy seeing me angry, my dear

I could see his lips turn up into a smile before he turned and took a duffel bag from under the workbench. He turned sideways, keeping his eye on me while he opened it and fumbled through the contents, pulling out a small towel and a bottle of water. He picked up a stool from alongside the workbench and came back to the table, sliding the black step back into the table with is boot, while setting the stool down behind him.

“Princess… you are such a mess.” He set the towel and the water onto the stool, and turned around standing extremely close. His thighs pressing into my knees, I winced as his pants pressed into the cut. His hand came up around the bottom of my chin and forced me to look at his masked face. His fingers felt cold against my flushed face.

“You’d look prettier without all this black shit all over your face… Why are you crying, my dear?”

I watched as his eyes looked into mine, from one to the other. He brought his other hand up and wiped at my face a bit. I didn’t want to say anything and tried to look more at his neck than his eyes. I didn’t like the way they seemed to pierce right through me. His grip tightened on my chin while he brought his other hand down on the table next to my left thigh and leaned forward bringing his face about an inch from mine.

“You’ll look at me while I’m talking to you… do you understand?” his words weren’t harsh but they were firm.

I nodded as his eyes bore through mine, my bottom lip started to quiver and I sniffled.

“Why are you crying, my dear?”

 I could feel his breath against my lips as he spoke. I wanted to rip my face away from his hand and just scream. “I’m scared,” my voice was tight and it cracked.

 I felt his grip on my face loosen and he slid his hand down onto my shoulder, while his other wrapped around the small of my back. He pulled me in closely, smearing my messy face all over his T-shirt. I let go of the bottle of alcohol as he squeezed me. I could feel his chin resting on the top of my head.

“Oh my, my, my… yes… I imagine you would be scared wouldn’t you, princess? Look what I’ve done to you. I hope you will forgive me one day for putting you through this. I will tell you right now, my dear. I do not mean to harm you. If you are thinking I intend to rape and kill you, I assure you, I do not.”

 His hands roamed up and down my back before he took hold of my shoulders and stepped back a little, looking at me.

“Let’s get you cleaned up a little.” I saw him smile again as he reached behind him and grabbed the towel and the water.

 He picked up the alcohol, put it on the stool and then faced me again, while he poured some water onto the towel, wetting it amply before bringing it up to my face, wiping the tears and mascara from my face, as well as my nose. My arms were shaking as I placed my hands back around the edge of the table, next to my thighs. I prayed that he would just let me go.

“You’re looking better already, princess… you have the most beautiful eyes.” His voice was soft and tender as he finished cleaning my face.

I was feeling very confused and a little sick to my stomach. What did he want with me then? He set the towel onto my lap, and cupped his hands around the sides of my face; turning my face up.

“You’re so precious and so pretty.” he sighed heavily, as his warm fingers slid from my face.

He pulled the stool closer and sat on it. He pulled the towel from my lap and wet it again in a different spot. He started to dab my knee with it and I flinched.

Shh…. You know this has to be done.” He started to press a little harder and wipe at the dirt.

My thighs started to tremble. I just wanted to go home. I would have been thankful to be anywhere else actually. I looked down at the top of his masked head while I watched him pick up the alcohol. I turned my head knowing the sting was coming. My leg jerked in reflex to the cold and the sting, he wiped at it quickly with the towel. The alcohol worked its way into the raw exposed flesh and I winced a little while he slipped off my heels, setting them on the floor.

I felt both of his hands on my bare thighs and my body tensed up even more. I turned my head back slowly looking at his hands. His fingers spread out and started to wrap around my legs as he roamed my thighs soft and slow. My heart started to race with fear as his fingers crawled up the inside of my thighs; my belly was trembling.

 “Shh… my dear…. I am not hurting you, am I?”

“No,” I answered as quietly as I could. I didn’t want him touching me. I felt like I wanted to throw up. I watched as he pushed my skirt up, nudging me to wiggle my hips so that he could pull the fabric from under my ass as he pulled my skirt up around my hips. I heard him sigh as he peered at my crotch, hooking his fingers into the front of my panties and sliding them back and forth, rubbing the back of his fingers over my shaved mound. I was breathing more rapidly and all I wanted to do was kick him and run.

“These need to come off, my dear. It would be better if you could relax a little. I know you’re still going to be scared but it will be much better for you if you could at least try to relax. Move your hands back behind you on the edge of the table, and scoot your precious little ass to the bottom of the table.” He never took his fingers out of my panties while he waited for me to comply.

My arms were shaking as I placed them on the sides of the table behind me and lifted myself, scooting myself down to the edge of the table. He let go of my panties and was pulling out the stir-ups and angling them for my feet.

“Get them in here, precious, you know how this is done.” He took my left leg and helped me put it in the stir-up, and then the other. The tears were running down my face again.

“Lay back princess and please try to relax…it really is important. I wouldn’t want to hurt you because you got scared and flinched.” He pulled out a drawer in front of him, as I unwillingly lay back onto the cold table. I gasped as the cold hit my back. Tears ran from the corner of my eyes into my hair. I slid my arms to my side and held the edges of the table. A sob escaped from my lips and I could feel snot running down the back of my throat. My thighs were trembling badly as his fingers moved up my exposed calves and then to my thighs. He stood up between my legs and started to pull my panties down.

Oh my…. You’re crying again, you’ve ruined all my hard work of cleaning you up.” He continued to pull my panties down, lifting my left leg out of the stir-up to pull them off and then left them around my ankle on my right foot. He rested his palms on my knees when he finished with my panties and sighed as he looked at my shaved sex, and then slowly walked his eyes up to my bra and cleavage, while his hands roamed up the inside of my thighs, his fingers came to rest in the crease of my trembling legs. His thumbs were lightly petting my soft pubic lips. “I know you’re scared, my dear. Please… try to relax.”

He pressed my inner thighs outwards with his elbows. I resisted until his elbows started to hurt my thighs and then I reluctantly let my legs fall open. My palms were clammy and cold as I continued to keep my fingers wrapped around the stainless steel. I felt like I wanted to throw up and I could feel the watery feeling in my mouth starting. “I’m going to be sick,” I said with urgency.

There wasn’t any time, I turned to my side pulling my left leg from the stir-up and vomited on the floor next to the table quite violently. I watched my abductor go back to his duffel bag and come back with a bottle of pills and a fresh bottle of water. I felt dizzy and my head was starting to hurt, as I lay leaned over the table. He approached the unsoiled side of the table and softly touched my shoulder.

 “Sit up, my dear.” He helped me into a sitting position, and handed me the bottle of water. “You have let your fears and frets run away with you… You really need to calm yourself down and relax.” He was rubbing my shoulder and my back as he talked.

“These are Valium, I want you to take one of them… it’ll help you relax.” He took one of the tiny pills out and offered it to me on his outstretched palm. My body was trembling.

 “I’m okay now.” I said softly.

 His hand was still roving my back softly as I opened the water. As I was drinking, he unsnapped my bra… I dropped the water, and my body froze.

“You see, my dear; your actions speak louder than your words. You are NOT okay now. When I said I wanted you to take one of these…it was not an offer. It was an order.” He pushed the pill before my face.

I reluctantly took it, its bitterness dissolving almost instantly on my tongue. He started stroking my hair as he slipped the shoulder straps of my bra off. He pulled it down my arms and hung it on the stir-up next to my panties. He stood in front of me again placing both hands on my shoulders, pushing back a little. “Look at me.”

 I looked up into his bright blue eyes. I saw him smile and then look down at my bare breasts.

“I realize that you have no reason to trust me.” He brushed my hair from my eyes, and wiped at the dark smudges under my left eye. “We really should get on with things, my dear, and get this part out of the way.” He cupped my face and pulled me towards him, kissing the top of my head tenderly through the mask.

“What part?” I asked in a whispered voice as he was sliding his hands from my face to my shoulders. My heart started to race as I anticipated his answer.

“The exam, my dear, I am sure you have had a few of them in your lifetime. Now lie back please and let’s try this again and please… do try to just relax.” He pushed back on my shoulders encouraging me as I unwillingly complied, putting my feet back into the stir-ups as my insides lurched within me. I stared up at the darkened ceiling, watching the shadows sway just a little as I listened to him open drawers and remove things from them. He took a seat back on his stool, placing his things on a pull-out part of the table under the left stir-up. I flinched when I felt his hand softly touching my sex.

The medication was starting to have its effects. My eyes felt heavy, and my body started to feel warm. He slid one of his fingers between my pubic lips. I gasped, feeling as though I wanted to start crying again.

“This might be just a little cold, precious.” 

I felt the cool wet feeling of lubricant as he rubbed it lavishly between my labia. My body jerked and then he slowly worked two fingers into my soft fleshy inside. He pulled and pushed his fingers in and out several times, and then he pushed up hard on my urethral sponge, I gasped again, my insides tightening.

Very nice, my dear,” his voice was low but the tone was different. He continued to massage and work on my g spot until my body started to secrete its own natural wetness. I didn’t feel aroused mentally. In fact I felt repulsed but my body was reacting, whether I liked it or not.

He stood up while still keeping his fingers inside of me. He looked down at my face, my eyes half closed as he curled his fingers and started working them firmly and more roughly against my g spot. “I am happy to see that you have started to relax, my dear. I want you to close your eyes now.”

He brought his other hand to my stomach as I closed my eyes. His hand roamed up my belly to the bottom of my breasts. He softly felt each one of them while he kept playing with my g spot. His fingertip rubbed very lightly over my nipple forcing it to become erect, and then did the same with the other. My breathing became deeper as he massaged and caressed my entire chest.

It seemed somehow less intimidating with my eyes closed as I mentally fought against the physical stimulation. My g spot was swelling and I could feel sharp little tingles in my clit. For a moment, I wanted to give way to the pleasure and pretend this was consensual. His fingers starting to pump up against my g spot faster. No, I won’t do it.

“Oh, my precious little flower, that’s it. Don’t deny yourself the pleasure… let me feel it. Give in and let your body enjoy this.” He whispered softly as he pinched my right nipple.

 My body lurched and my grip on the table tightened, as I begrudgingly let out a groan. His fingers were rubbing my g spot harshly now and I could hear his breathing starting to change. I knew he was getting aroused.

 He pressed firmly as he slid his hand in between my breasts and down my sternum to my stomach. His fingers went to the crease of my left leg while his thumb pressed firmly into my pubic bone, then he parted my lips and started to encircle my wet clit. I flexed my thighs, my hips rising as I bit my lip. Oh god. Please don’t do this to me.

“Come for me, precious… give in and let your body have what it desires.” He whispered so softly.

 I was having a hard time trying to refuse it. It had been a couple of years since a man’s hands had touched me like this. I heard myself whimper and without realizing it my hips were rocking up and down in rhythm with his fingers inside me. This is so very wrong, what's wrong with me?

“That’s it, my beautiful little princess. Let me see and feel your pleasure.” He rubbed my clit faster and harder. What is it about his voice?

I squinted my eyes shut tighter, turning my head to the side. I couldn’t take any more of this, my mind was losing control the more I fought it and I was reaching climax even if it was against my will. I held back the soft moans that might have indicated I was enjoying this.  

“Come for me… do it now.” His voice was low and excited. His fingers were working wildly to see come gush from my drooling sex. Tears were stinging my eyes as I moved my head from side to side. I don't want this.

 My mind was fighting against my body, telling it not to give in. The physical action however, was more then I could bear as my g spot swelled to the point of hurting. I squeezed my eyelids tighter not wanting this to happen as my body begged its release. My heart was racing as my breath quickened.

“No… no …no,” I whispered.

The lump in my sex now fully engorged, expressed itself wildly as it spurted what it could no longer contain. I felt the warm flood of liquid expel past my lips, and onto his pumping fingers. My face was in a terrible state as I trembled, unable to control myself against his now harshly thrusting fingers, while my hips thrashed from side to side, my sex contracting hard around his fingers and odd noises emulated from my lips.

“Again my precious, come again, you’re body is so beautiful in this state. Oh fuck… I want inside you so badly. Do it, come againcome harder this time.” He leaned forward and laid the upper half of his body onto mine, I felt his mouth on my nipples sucking and biting at them, his mask abrasive on my warm flushed skin, his fingers working diligently to force another gush of hot liquid into his hand. He was moaning softly while his lips and mouth fondled my breasts, his body nudging the table as he rocked into it harshly, pushing and pulling his fingers within me.

 “Come for me, I know you can do it again.” I felt his breath brush past my wet nipple as he spoke and I groaned, accidentally. “Oh yes, that’s it, my dear, give in. I want it all.”

My g spot was swelling fast and hard all over again, his thumb rubbing harder up and down over my throbbing sensitive clit while he teased and tortured my nipples more. This is so wrong, yet so damn intense. I started to moan giving in to the pleasure, my body rocking back and forth and my drooling sex hungrily devouring his fingers. My clit felt like it was ready to explode. I was breathing so hard, my mouth was getting dry.

“Oh… oh my god,” I yelped. I squirted, again, my sex forcing his fingers out of me violently. He forced them back in and I screamed, clutching the edge of the table. My clit was pulsating hard against his thumb, as my legs trembled and shook. I felt his chin pressing hard into my breastbone.

“Open your eyes.” His words were urgent.

 I opened my eyes and he brought his head up enough to look into my eyes while my body continued to wriggle, my clit pulsating beneath the pressure of his thumb. His bright blue eyes piercing me as my climax slowed and my face blushed to a deep red. I felt his fingers become still within me as his eyes bore deeply into mine. I felt the wetness of my orgasm run down into the crack of my ass, as I struggled to calm my breathing.

He pulled his fingers from my juiced hole, and brought them up to my left breast and started rubbing my wetness all around my nipple. My face flushed deeper, embarrassed by what had just happened.

“That was truly an act of beauty, my dear.” He said softly with both hands on my breasts, cupping and massaging them softly. Then he pressed into them, lifted his chest from mine, and stood again, in between my legs, peering down at me. “I must admit I had not actually planned to do that to you… just yet. I guess I let myself get carried away as I was getting you ready.” I saw him smile viciously. “We had better get this done, the hour grows late and I have a long ride back.”

My heart was starting to slow down a little as I tried to sort out in my mind what had just happened. My body was still flushed and warm, and my hands still fixated on the table next to me. It was as though my body overrode my mind, insistingit reach satisfaction. It was an amazing orgasm, despite my attempt resist it. I started to feel guilty for having let myself enjoy it.

He sat down on his stool and began fumbling with his utensils. I heard his voice telling me to relax and he was going to start the exam. I flinched when I felt the cold speculum touching my puffy hot swollen lips. He slipped it in with little effort and began to open it up. Using a flash light he peered into my sex.

“You should see how amazing you look right now. It’s still seeping with a little come.” He looked up at me and smiled. “How I would love to taste you right now, but I must wait for the test results before I can give into such decadent pleasures.”

He kept working as he spoke and I could feel the swab inside of me dabbing at my cervix. It was less than a minute and he was pulling the speculum from my still aching folds. I felt him using the wet towel to clean me up.

“You have been very good this evening, precious. I am so proud of you for letting your body experience the pleasure I have long awaited to give you.” He was sliding my panties back around my ankle. “Sit up, my dear, and let’s get you dressed.” He offered me his hand.

My mind was a bit foggy from the medication but nonetheless it was spinning with questions. Why a man would abduct a woman, force her to receive pleasure and not seek his own? What did he mean long awaited?

He finished helping me with my bra and stood next to me as I sat on the table, my knees hanging over the edge. He was stroking my hair softly as he leaned his head onto mine and smelled my hair. “I hope that you believe that I truly mean you no harm, my precious little flower.” He kissed the top of my head and for some reason I nodded in agreement with my hands folded in my lap. “Good girl,” he said stroking my hair once more before collecting his utensils and putting them all in a zip lock bag.

He walked over to his workbench and put all of his things back into his duffel bag, including the samples he took from me, keeping an eye on me the whole time. When he finished with his things, he came back over by me, standing between my thighs and put his arms under mine.

He hugged me tightly to him, pulling me from the table. My hands rested on the top of his shoulders until my feet touched the cold cement floor and then I pulled them from him quickly and straightened my scrunched up skirt. I felt his hands on my bare shoulders, turning me to face him, while he looked down at me.

“Princess?” his voice was inquisitive and I knew he wanted me to look into his eyes. I turned my face up and my eyes met with his, a blank expression on my face.

“I want you to get a good night sleep now. Do you understand?” his eyes were boring into mine, it made me feel nervous, but I nodded my head. “Very good, precious, let me show you where you will be sleeping this evening.”

He took hold of my right arm and started to pull, encouraging me to follow him. Panic welled up inside of me and I didn’t want to follow his lead as he insisted on pulling me along, tightening his grip.

 “Come on, princess, it’s getting very late now. I really must be going.” His grip slipped from my arm down to my wrist, and he held it tightly. He turned on a little flashlight as he led me away from the workbench and the exam table into the darkness of another area of the basement. I started to cry, realizing that he wasn’t going to let me go.

We reached an old looking wooden door, with a shiny new padlock attached to it. Stay put, he ordered me as he reached into his pants pocket retrieving the key and unlocking the padlock. He swung the heavy door open, the room was black. He used the flashlight to see, while pulling me into the room with him, turning on a small table lamp.

The room was very small, but in the corner sat an old television on a stand with some books and VHS tapes on the second shelf. On the opposite wall was a roll-away bed neatly made with a blue spread and a single pillow, a night stand next to the bed with the lamp.

He pulled on my wrist and walked to the bed, sitting down on it and encouraging me to sit as well. I wanted to pull away from him and try making a run for it, but I knew I would never make it out. I sat on the bed with him noticing a five-gallon bucket near the wall opposite the bed. The walls were made of cement blocks and painted in the same gray color as the stairs we came down. The room smelled old and musty.

 “Please just let me go. I promise not to tell anyone.” My voice was soft and my eye’s pleading.

Shh…it will be okay, my dear, you only have to spend a little while here. There is bottled water on the shelf over there along with some snacks.” He pointed at the shelf on the wall near the television. “I know it’s not much to look at but you will be comfortable in here until I get back.” He squeezed my shoulder and kissed the top of my head hard as he started to stand up. There were tears in my eyes as he looked down at me sitting on the bed in my bra and skirt. “Awe, princess please don’t cry, it will be okay, trust me. I promise I will be back as soon as I can.”

He walked over to the shelf and retrieved a bottle of water. He offered it to me as he stood in front of me, holding out the water in one hand and digging in his front pocket with the other. I took the water from his hand and held it in my lap. He pulled out that little bottle of pills and opened them, holding one out in his palm as he had with the first one. “Take it, my dear. I want to assure that you rest while I am gone.”

 I took the pill from his hand and placed it’s bitterness onto my tongue and then opened the water, drinking half of it. He squatted down in front of me while his hands softly roamed my hips and thighs. He took the water from me and set it on the table with the lamp, and then pulled my hands into his while he looked into my face.

“Oh, my beautiful little princess, I can only imagine how you must feel right now. You are a scared little rabbit aren’t you? You want to go home, debate on whether or not to call the police, but feel a little perplexed on how to relate the story?” He chuckled sliding his hand up my left arm and onto my trembling shoulder as he stood up. “Lie down, precious, please, and get some rest while I’m gone.” He nudged me to lay back.

I pulled my feet up on the bed and laid my head on the pillow, turning on my side and drawing my knees up into myself somewhat, placing one hand under my warm flushed cheek. He pulled what he could of the blanket around my legs and mid section and then sat on the bed and started to softly stroke my hair.

“That’s a good girl.” He said softly, while he continued to caress his fingers through my long red hair, then my shoulder and my back. “Close your eyes, my dear.” He whispered.

 I complied as a tear fell from the corner of my eye onto my nose. He sat there rubbing my arm and shoulder softly, the medication making me sleepy.

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