Stupid martin!
My legs do their job ones again, they do what they do best
Run!
I run back to the kitchen my heart pounding like a war drum, taking a bowl of water, from the wooden bowls meticulously arranged in a rack, what’s the use of a spiral bowl, eww
I fill it with warm water, running back to the living room, blood pooling on the white chair, she isn’t doing much about it, just staring at glass stabbed hands, with a Chiffon clothes tied around it, how silly can she be, for a middle aged woman.
“ give me your hands” I say to her in the calmest most anxious tone ever, she shoots deadly glared at me, growling deeply, “ hey I can’t let you face this pain, so kill me after this” I yank her hands, a little bit hard, I expected her to show some resistance but she gives me her hand.
Which makes me loose balance slightly as my bum hit the floor slightly, making both of us smirk at my clumsiness, but soon the pain overshadows immediately, fuck!
I dip the clothes in water then squeezing it out slightly, I place it on her hands, doing it repeatedly like a mantra I must recite till I clean the blood gushing out of her hands, and I imagine a bandage on her hands which I imitate the warm clothes on her hands .
She hisses slightly, and I pat the warm clothes, “ why?” This question had lingered in my heart the moment she smashed a tinted window with her hands, she averts her gaze away like a shy lady, trying to blink tears away, why is she crying!
Does it hurt, I don’t have my phone with me, I don’t know how to stop the pain, looking around like a scared little boy lost in the forest, My eyes scan the environment for anything, anything at all to stop this weird attitude she is displaying.
Her phone
“ password” I say sternly, she sniffs, hurriedly looking at me, “ give me” she commands, the Sinclair I know is back, she grabs it from me without hesitation, taps few view buttons and she hands it over to me, she’s even secretive with her password, I am not close to her in any way, she doesn’t, she really doesn’t trust me.
The rise and fall in my heart, continues and this time it feels like it’s beating slowly, every beat come with pain, as it felt my rib cage is constricting with every second, why do I hurt so much, I shouldn’t , beside the only intimacy we would ever have is physical intimacy nothing more.
I am just her poppet anyway
My hands hang amid air, as I stare at her phone then her eyes, which must be blurry with tears, I don’t know why she’s crying
She’s injured
But either way, i just can’t stand it, she pushes the phone slightly towards me, pulling me out of my slow pace to mystery.
‘ how to relieve injury pain at home’
RICE
Was boldly written which confuses me for seconds, never been a fan of reading but I do it anyway, and it stands for rest, ice, compress and elevates, phew, then just imagine shoving her hands down in rice.
She stares at me, her eyes darting on the screen as well, first thing first, I take her to her room, which is oddly bigger than mine, being the first time entering my mistresses room, I asked for direction which she reluctantly showed me.
Me thinking I live in a huge room
She had ice cubes in her fridge which I took out, wrapped up in clothes, then placing it on her hands, with her laying on the bed, her hands slightly above her heart, just like google said it should be.
“ thanks”
“ you are welcome my love”
What the fuck did I just say?
She stiffens slightly, then glared at me, with tears pulling down her eyes again.
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The doctors arrived not quite long after the google based treatment, and after that I left Sinclair, she didn’t alter a word after I replied her, I don’t know why I said it, or what it meant to her but either way it didn’t make any of us happy.
I don’t love her, or maybe I do, no I don’t, maybe I love her style, she’s elegant, beautiful, and wealth that’s all, I know I am in love with her wealth that’s all, like look around.
The million dollar chandelier in the living room, worth more than a Million dollar, I walk into my room, it’s heaven on earth, so why won’t I love her? She brings me pleasure in a weird way, and gives me money as well.
That’s all a man like me would ever wish for, and I have it, so why respect those shitty witty feelings that goofy teenager has out in their heart, there’s no such thing as love it simply dies at senior prom.
That’s all, I take a warm shower then crawl on my king sized bed, it was the longest night of all time, more than a lot had happened in such a short period of time, and my back aches so badly.
The sheet is warm and inviting, in seconds I was fighting for my lids to be open as the urge for sleep became way too high, but the thoughts of sparkling white teeth, a brown skin woman. Hair down her shoulders keeps aparing in my head.
I see her in the dinning eating my food, I picture her ass, so close to my erect dick, I imagine her ass on my face as well, sucking like my life depended on it.
All this were done is so little time and I can’t get my head off it, she giggles in my mind one more time and my eyes shot wide open, totally sleep deprived.
“ don’t cum chucky” she says, riding the hell out of my dick, why can’t I sleep, I should be pissed at her, I was humiliated, whipped by another woman and cuffed like a prisoner before a lady who had openly ridiculed me.
I hate you so much Sinclair
“ hey Martin are you awake “
Whispers