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“Don’t, baby. Come here.”
She sprinted out, making a run for it.
Fuck! I started running for her. Then I heard a gunshot. It whizzed by me. What the fuck? I heard another shot. Angel was down. I dropped to the ground. I saw movement from the corner of my eye. He was on the other side of my car. Where the fuck were the security guards? Thank God I was still packing; I fired my gun and clipped him on the shoulder. I ran for him and he shot but missed me. I shot again and the bullet hit him in the face. He dropped. I ran and then I was standing over him. He was Asian. He was dead. I shot him again to be sure. Then I ran for her, watching in case there was anyone else. She was lying on her stomach on the grass.
“I guess your angel is getting her wings,” she said when I leaned over and examined her. She was shot in the calf. She’d be okay.
“Not yet you aren’t, let’s go.” I carefully lifted her up and carried her to my Explorer. She passed out.
11
I woke up in the hospital. I was on an exam table and they were telling Dare they were going to take me into surgery to get the bullet out, but that I would be okay.
The nurse and doctor started to talk to me, noticing I was awake and I started to feel the blood thundering in my ears, the panic setting in.
He was sitting beside me. He had my hand in his and he gave me a look, a look that snapped me into behaved slave mode. But it felt like I was splitting in two. Slave girl and scared girl who needed to fucking save her sister from the fiery pits of hell.
The nurse and doctor left the exam room and Dare said, “Hey.”
My eyes widened and I started to feel the panic rise.
“No. Chill out,” he leaned over me, seizing my wrists, “You can’t freak out, baby. You freak out and they put you in the psych ward. Chill the fuck out.”
“I gotta go, I gotta go. Holly. Holly.”
I realized my throat was naked and I started hyperventilating.
“It’s gone. It’s gone. My collar; oh my God!”
“Baby!” His voice got very stern. “Chill out now before things go really fucking wrong.”
They’d taken her collar and other jewelry off in prep for surgery to remove the bullet, but I had it all in my pocket. She was freaking the fuck out and if I didn’t get her chilled out, they’d notice her behavior and undoubtedly commit her. I did what I had to do then so that I could keep her settled. I couldn’t hold her down and rub it out here in the hospital room, so I got my mouth against her ear.
“Angel, do you hear me? This is your fucking Master telling you to calm. The fuck. Down. Now.”
I froze.
“Deep breaths,” he ordered. He grabbed my hands and held them over my head.
I took a slow and deep breath. And then another.
“Again. Keep doing it. Keep breathing.”
I complied.
“I didn’t want to keep going backwards, baby, don’t want to keep taking you back to what you used to be, but if that’s what it takes to calm you the fuck down right now, so be it. I’m your Master and you fucking behave and do every single thing I tell you to do. Got me?”
He transferred my wrists to one hand and then his other hand cupped me between the legs.
“Be a good girl,” he commanded and exerted pressure with his middle two fingers against me for a second and my body went lax. “I can’t give you what you need right now but be good and you’ll get it soon.”
I stayed still, willing myself to breathe another breath. And then another. And then another.
A few minutes passed and he let go of between my legs, but he kept hold of my wrists, both crossed above my head and braced under his other palm.
We heard someone coming in, so he let me go but gave me a warning look. It was time for surgery.
All we needed was for her to have a freakout in the hospital and them commit her. Then if other Kruna scumbags got wind of it she’d be in serious danger, meaning we all would be as I would not hesitate to go Rambo on them if they so much as messed up a single curl on her beautiful head again.
