I know this story isn't as sexual as the others but it is seemly impossible to have a storyline and characters who are always at it like rabbits! I hope to make the next one more exciting. x
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I lay flat on my back in the middle of the garden. It had been a good fifteen minutes since she had left me here, half-naked and bleeding. Soon after it had begun to hail but I couldn't bring myself to move.
I was her 'Darling,' her 'Sweetheart,' her 'Baby.' Earlier that morning I had been contemplating how I should tell her I loved her but I couldn't believe what she had done to me. Just being in the same room as Erica made everything seem better, nothing could hurt me when I was in her arms.
She was never lenient with my punishments but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. She was a fair Mistress; she never punished me unless I earned it and she knew when to stop pushing my limits. No one had ever made me feel so loved or so protected but in a split second she changed so dramatically.
For once I was relieved to see the back of her, relieved she hadn't beaten me with an old, splintered plank of wood. To her employees she was an incredibly harsh boss and to strangers she was a cold, intimidating woman but the Erica I had seen, the Erica she was with me would never have done this.
I wanted to wake from my awful nightmare and snuggle up beside her in bed. She would stroke my hair comfortingly and tell me she wouldn't ever hurt me like that but it wasn't a dream, it was reality.
Time and time again I tried to pull myself off the ground and stagger towards the door but my tears and the hail knocked me right back down. I could barely breathe I was crying so hard. How could she do this to me?
The hail got heavier and heavier still. I began to crawl slowly towards the door. My shirt was so wet it stuck to my back and my shins scraped against the paving on the way to the door. It hurt to move; my muscles felt like they had frozen and my ass was tender and sore. I could feel the dried blood crack with every move I made.
It was warmer inside but the heat was suffocating. I could have cried forever, I felt as though I had been ripped in two. Half an hour later the tears were still coming. I couldn't keep doing this. I breathed slowly, in and out and dragged myself to the upstairs bathroom.
My face was a mess of runny mascara and smudged lipstick, my skin still had a slight purplish tone and the front of my legs were covered in scratches. I couldn't bear to turn around and look at the back. My fingers trembled as I undid the buttons on my shirt. I realised as I was taking it off that the bottom hem at the back was sticking to the weeping welts on my ass.
I couldn't ignore it any more. I took a deep breath and turned around slowly. This was the first break there had been from my sobbing. Before I had a chance to look in the mirror I heard a door close.
I spun around in utter panic, catching a glimpse of my bloody ass in the mirror. Involuntarily I burst into noisy tears but silenced myself again as quickly as I could.
It was no wonder it had hurt so much! My ass was a deep shade of purple covered in messy welts, some of which had bled and run into each other.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. I had given myself away by crying.
'Please,' I sobbed, 'Erica... don't hurt me, please.'
'Anna?' said a surprised voice. 'It's Roz. Are you alright?'
'How did you get in?' I demanded.
'No one answered when I knocked but the door was open.'
'Where's Erica?'
'I don't know. What's happened?'
'She lost her temper and...'
'She wouldn't do that!' Roz protested firmly. 'I'm sure it's nothing.'
'This isn't nothing.'
'I think you're overreacting.'
'I'm not, please believe me. She got so angry,' I said shakily.
'Don't be silly Anna!' she barked.
'Is this being silly?' I shouted angrily through my tears. I threw the door open.
'Oh, God...' she gasped.
'You're coming with me,' she said, recovering from her shock. 'Where are your things?'
'I'm going home,' I stuttered nervously.
'To your dorm at uni?' she asked.
'Yes,' I said making a move towards the door.
'No, you're coming home with me.'
'No I'm not.'
'You'll come and stay with me for a few days,' she said firmly.
'You're just like her! I'm not listening to it anymore!' I cried, running away.
'Anna,' she caught me by the wrist. 'You've had an awful shock; you're in a bad way. You need someone looking after you.'
'I can look after myself!'
'Think of all the awkward questions,' she said softly looking me straight in the eye. 'You need someone to talk to, someone who will understand.'
'Just because Erica hurt me doesn't mean you have to play the good big sister and try to fix it all,' I screamed.
'I'm not doing this for her. I'm doing it for you Anna. I'm not leaving without you.' 'Anyone else Erica's had over the years has been a pathetic, rich little tart but she had to go and go this to you... When I get my hands on her it won't be pretty!' she threatened angrily.
Roz wasn't taking no for an answer. 'I'll just get my things,' I gave in.
'No, you stay here. Take a minute to sort yourself out. They're in the bedroom, yes?'
I nodded silently. I really was grateful.
I cleaned away my smudged make-up and dried my tears. It really hit me; if Roz hadn't arrived I had no idea what I would have done.
'Put this on,' Roz said, handing me a dressing gown.
'That's Erica's,' I protested.
'She owes you a lot more than a dressing gown,' she said sourly.
'Sorry Anna, I'm not helping. We'll get you sorted out properly when we get to my house but you can wear it in the car.'
'Thank you,' I whispered.
'Oh, Anna.' She sighed, taking the dressing gown from me and helped me put it on. 'How could she?' she murmured looking down at me like a concerned mother.
'I don't know...' I sobbed.
She pulled me into a tight hug and rocked me as I cried on her shoulder.
'I'm sorry,' I said pulling away. 'I'm just being pathetic now.'
'This is not your fault.' Roz said firmly. 'And you're far from pathetic.'
'It is my fault, it is...'
'Anna, look at me. You have never done anything to justify what she has done. Erica was lucky to have you. Now, come on. We'll talk in the car. I'm sure you don't want to hang around here.'