34. Slave and master(18+)

[Carys]

A train of questions hit my head, but not a word came out of my mouth.

His presence was overwhelming, as always. Fear tore through the senseless comfort his closeness brought me. I could feel his warm blood smear around my wrists.

My stomach twisted as I took him in. His gaze split me apart, like he was glaring right into my soul. Every secret that I had concealed within myself laid naked under his scrutiny.

Tears slid down from the corners of my eyes.

Hatred and anger loomed in his eyes, evident in his grip, his voice and his words. I laid paralyzed beneath him, trying to make sense of the situation, but I found none.

A sob escaped my lips as he left my jaw with a jerk.

He got up and climbed down from the bed. His back faced me as he ran his hands through his hair.

His palm was still bleeding. The wound should have healed by now. Is the cut deep?

After gathering the leftover strength, I sat on the bed. I looked at my wrists and the bloodied fingerprints he had marked them wi