I’m a failure. I’m nothing.
Movement catches my eye and then I see Master Adam. I quickly drop my eyes away from him. Is he going to finish the punishment now? It would only be the right thing to do. I did fail him after all.
“Morning,” he says softly.
I have to get up. I can’t be lazy and stay in bed, no matter the pain. I move, and pain sears through my body. My skin hurts, my insides hurt, my face hurts – every single part of me is alive and throbbing with pain.
I force myself into a sitting position and for a moment the world goes black. I can’t faint! I blink a couple of times and breathe through the darkness threatening to drag me under.
I lift my legs from the bed and then let my body slide to the floor. I bite my bottom lip hard as a whimper bubbles up my throat. I hope I didn’t take too long! I don’t want to be in more trouble than I already am!
“No!” Master Adam shouts. I cringe, waiting for the kick or punch to come. I don’t think I’ll survive another beating.
His hands take hold of my arms, and although it hurts, it’s nothing compared to what a kick or punch would’ve felt like.
He pulls me up and the movement makes my body tremble from all the pain.
“No kneeling, Sophia. I never want to see you kneel again.” What? No kneeling? But that would be disobedient!
He helps me to sit on the bed and then he asks, “Do you need the bathroom?”
“No, Master.” My voice trembles from the pain, and I feel shame for not being able to hide it better. You never show a master that he’s caused you pain. They punish you for the pleasure it brings them to be your master.
“Please lie down again,” his voice is hoarse, and there’s an emotion I can’t place. It’s not anger.
I lie back down. If that will please him then I will keep lying here until he tells me to get up. I just want to please someone!
“Uhh …” He doesn’t say anything else and I wonder if he’s okay. I start to worry about him just as he says, “I’m going to go get you some food.” He moves but then he says, “Don’t leave the bed. Just lie like that and rest.”
He leaves the room and I feel confusion swamp me. He’s almost being … nice? A master has never told me to stay in bed! A master has never brought me food!
My thoughts and emotions are a mess. I feel my eyes start to burn and now I know that tears will follow. I don’t like crying, it makes me feel worse. I try to swallow it back. I really have nothing to cry about. I’m alive. Master Adam is being nice to me. I have to be thankful!
He comes back into the room and instantly a pleasant smell fills the room. I don’t know if I’ll be able to swallow anything, but I’ll try my best.
He places a tray next to the bed. I watch as he brings a chair closer and then he sits down. When he looks at me, I quickly lower my eyes.
“Can you manage to sit up just a little bit? Sorry, I should have thought of that.”
Sorry? No master has ever said those words to me. Why is he sorry? I don’t understand any of this but I pull myself up again. He leans forward and instantly my heart starts to race with fear. This is it! I brace myself for a blow but nothing comes. I peek through my eyelashes and then feel his arms go around me. He places the pillows behind my back and the gesture is the kindest thing that’s ever been done for me. I lower my head, scared that he will see the tears that I’m struggling to hold back.
He takes hold of some of my hair. It’s not as pretty as it used to be, but he still touches it. “You’re safe now, Sophia. I won’t let anyone hurt you again. You’re safe here.” He said the same thing to me the night he wouldn’t let me satisfy him and then I got beaten. I got replaced.
His words make my insides churn and my heart squeezes painfully. I now understand, his nice words are just another way to say that I’m going to be punished. I don’t know when he will punish me, but I have to ready myself for