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.He merely stood there staring at his hands until finally, he began to shake uncontrollably.“Christian?” Lucca moved in closer and only then did he notice the blood.Christian’s hands were scratched and bleeding; his thighs and shins were scraped and dotted with blood, and Christian was imprisoned by the horror of it.“Christian? Let’s go get cleaned up, okay?” Lucca reached out to guide him, and when he did, Christian let out a wail unlike anything he’d ever heard.“Lucca! Oh, Jesus, no! No more!”“Christian, baby, it’s okay,” Lucca said, taking his convulsing boy into his arms to hold him close, to keep him secure.“You’re okay.I’ll fix you up in no time, good as new, shh.”“Too much blood.Too much of it.They drained that slave of his blood and threw him out,” Christian said, staring at his hands.Several seconds passed and Christian shook with the memories.“They made me clean it up with a small rag and a bucket of dirty water,” he said, looking up into Lucca’s concerned eyes, almost pleading for him to help.“I just remember there being so much blood; it was everywhere.By the time I was done, I was covered in it, Lucca.When I asked if I could wash myself, they dumped the bucket of dirty, bloody water over my head as punishment.” He looked down at the blood on his hands, flipping them over a few times; then he continued, “I had to wait three days before I could wash his blood from my body.” Christian looked up into Lucca’s eyes, and fresh tears ran down his now blood smeared face.Lucca’s breath stuck in his throat, seeing the raw suffering in Christian’s eyes.“What did he do to you? Tell me what he did.”Christian started screaming and fighting to get away, but Lucca held him tightly.When Christian finally stopped struggling, he looked at Lucca and begged, “Please God, help me, Lucca.I'm so lost."Lucca grabbed Christian and held him and whispered comforting words in his ear.He promised to take care of him forever, no matter what that meant he had to do.He let go of Christian’s arms and took a step back.“To your knees, Christian,” he commanded.Christian dropped willingly, his head bowed, his hands clasped firmly behind his back.“Look at me,” Lucca ordered."I want you to listen to me very carefully.Dwight may have stolen your body, Christian, but he didn't touch your heart or soul, because they have always been with me.So long as you are a part of me, no one will touch what is mine, and I swear with all that I am I will share what is mine with you to help you find your way back.If you can find it in yourself to trust me, I will see you through this."As the tears streamed down Christian's cheeks, he looked for another long moment into Lucca's eyes, then bowed and touched his forehead to Lucca's knees and whispered, "Be my Master, Lucca."*****Christian heard the soft snick of the door closing.He knew it was ridiculous to feel safer now that it had been closed.There were only the two of them around for miles, but he felt more relaxed, nonetheless.There was a time when being closed into this small, dark space would have caused him to panic, to curl himself into a ball and rock his body in an effort to release his mind from the fear that would consume him.His entire life had been spent in one form of cage or another, both figuratively and literally, and he’d spent so long looking for a way to escape.Escape had always seemed to be the answer—until now.He no longer wanted to get away, because he’d finally found release.He’d found freedom and he recognized the difference.With Lucca, the darkness now felt like sanctuary.The blackness that surrounded him was absolute.He was utterly blind and entirely mute, unable to ask if Lucca was there in the room with him now.He’d been blindfolded, gagged, and bound by the wrists and ankles to the bed for some time.To keep the panic in check, he’d breathed deeply and concentrated solely on the thought that Lucca would never do anything to harm him or place him in danger.There was nowhere he felt more secure than in his Master’s presence, so he took slow, measured breaths through his nose and focused on the memory of Lucca’s beautiful face.He heard the scratch of what sounded like a match being struck, and smelling the slight odor of sulfur, he knew he was right.That answered the question of whether he was still alone.He didn’t know for certain if it was true that the other senses excelled in the absence of one, but he truly did feel as though his hearing and sense of smell were more acute.Perhaps it was only that he was paying closer attention, becoming entirely attuned to his Master and to what he was preparing to do.He heard the padding of Lucca’s bare feet moving and stopping in intervals around the room.As the sulfurous scent of the matches evaporated, Christian became aware of a new aroma that filled his senses.It smelled of vanilla, cinnamon, and something earthier that he couldn’t identify.He now knew that Lucca had lit candles.He felt calmer and more relaxed as his mind’s eye conjured the image of their bedroom shimmering with the light of half a dozen candles placed strategically around them.He imagined Lucca’s bronzed skin stretched tautly over his hard, lean muscles; his broad shoulders and chest, narrowing to a slim waist; his tight, flat stomach dusted with a trail of hair that led to a perfect cock [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]