Tender Mercies
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“I was his nanny when he was a baby, long before we came to this place. He was always so spoiled, but I never dreamed he’d become this.” Her eyes were full of sadness and guilt.
Grace drank the warm brew down, wishing they would hurry with the disposal. “Why didn’t the others help me or those before me?”
“Lots of justification and fear in this house. And Lucas kept us all away. We didn’t know details. It was easier that way to convince ourselves it wasn’t that bad, or that somehow it was consensual. He was the worst with you, I think.”
A little while later, Asher and the men came upstairs.
“Well?” the woman said.
“Incinerated. You can go take care of the clean up now.”
***
The ride home was quiet. Asher held her in his arms, stroking her hair, careful not to put any pressure on her back. He mostly thought. About Darcy. About Grace. About the whip he’d killed Lucas with. He’d finally been able to incinerate it, after he’d used it for something good.
“What if you get caught and go to prison?”
“That won’t happen. No body. No crime. And believe me, those three have so much guilt for not helping you sooner, they won’t say a thing. Plus they helped dispose of the evidence, and they have that nice, big house to live in without an asshole bossing them around all day.”
“But what if it does . . . happen?”
He sighed. Of course she’d worry about this. It was natural after what she’d experienced. “It won’t. But in the extremely unlikely event that it did, my wishes for what to do with you would be honored. Because it’s not a murder of a slave, it doesn’t invalidate my right to ownership. You wouldn’t be resold. You could either stay in the house with William and be free or leave the island. We can draw up paperwork indicating what’s to be done with you if something ever happens to me.”
“Okay.”
When they got home, he ran a warm bath and settled her in it. He winced as he watched her fight the pain to sit in the tub. He’d seen the last marks Lucas had put on her, but only after they’d had time to start healing and closing. Fresh like this, they were almost enough to empty his stomach.
“This is going to sting, but I’ll be as careful and quick as I can, all right?”
She nodded and gripped the edges of the tub. The water was already turning pink.
“How do you feel about what I did today?” He worried after witnessing that kind of violence from him––even with her eyes closed––it would change how she saw him. He didn’t want to become another monster in her mind.
“Happy. Safe,” she said, leaning her forehead against the rim. She hissed as he cleaned around a particularly nasty area.
“I’m sorry, kitten. I don’t want it to get infected. I should take you to the hospital.”
“Please . . . no hospitals.”
“It depends on how well this heals. If there is even the slightest sign of infection, I’m taking you in.” He cleaned her wounds as carefully as he could, helped her out of the tub, and then patted her back with the towel. She sat quietly, only flinching every now and then as he rubbed salve into the torn skin.
“You know, it’s okay to cry.”
“I don’t want to cry anymore.”
“Then you don’t have to.” He taped the bandages to her and took her to the kitchen and made her some scrambled eggs and juice. He’d asked William to keep a distance for a few days to let her get settled.
Asher watched her watching cartoons on the kitchen television while she ate. If he hadn’t listened to his instincts and gone first to Lucas’s estate, she could have been dead. He’d seen the skinning knife and branding supplies on the table. He gripped the end of the counter. If he’d arrived just a few minutes later, that bastard could have left his own mark, and Asher wouldn’t have had the stomach to skin it off her. Things could have been so much worse.
When she was finished, he took her plate and rinsed it in the sink. “Would you like to take a nap with me? I’m tired.”
She nodded, and he took her hand and led her upstairs.
Once in bed, Grace snuggled against his chest. “I love you, master.”
“I love you too, kitten. Get some sleep. There’s nothing left to haunt us now.”
His words had fallen on deaf ears because her breathing had deepened. She was already asleep.
About the Author
Kitty Thomas writes dark literary erotica. Her stories explore the psychology of ownership. This work is fiction and meant for an adult audience. The author does not endorse or condone any of the behavior carried out by characters in her stories.
Inspiration for Kitty’s work comes from many sources including Story of O, Nine and a Half Weeks, and the work of Claudia D. Christian.
Other books by Kitty:
Comfort Food
Guilty Pleasures
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