Annabel Joseph Mercy (pdf)

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care for you so little, I may just send someone else.
But Jesus, he was just getting started. While Davis and Mrs. Kemp looked on, he continued
to talk.
You can leave whatever you want here, toiletries, clothes and personal items. I ll have Mrs.
Kemp clear out some drawers. And of course I ll expect you to be impeccably groomed
whenever you re here.
Of course, I muttered.
I could feel his displeasure at my tone, just feel it in waves, but I didn t look up. I was afraid
he d bend me over the table and beat me right there, in front of the strangers who were so
obviously meant to witness all this, whatever this sick thing was going on between us.
He let it go. I like your manicure, he said. It s perfect as it is. Don t change it.
I looked at my hands in confusion, at which point he laughed. Even Davis s poker face
betrayed a snicker. Not that manicure. Your wax job. I assume you wax?
Oh, yes, I said, hating him. I have to, for work. What were we going to do next, start
discussing my period again?
Your cunt looks nice. I don t like hairless. Feel like I m fucking a twelve year old girl.
You re little enough as it is.
I m not little, I wanted to yell, you re big! He was the one here with all the power, and I, the
hapless one twisting and turning for his amusement.
Davis drove me home shortly afterward. I sat in the back seat, embarrassed beyond words. I
had loved Matthew so much when he kissed me on my eyes, and then one conversation over
breakfast had ruined it all. There was no way I was ever going back there. When Davis came to
fetch me on Tuesday, he d be returning to Matthew alone. I pictured that awkward conversation
with injured triumph, imagined how embarrassed Matthew would be when Davis told him I
wouldn t come.
But yeah, that conversation never happened, because next Tuesday night I climbed into that
black car, and Matthew greeted me with a broad smile when I arrived at his house.
Hello, Lucy, he said.
Hi, Matthew. I just couldn t stay away.
I had wrestled with my conscience all week. I knew this would end badly, in a world of hurt.
I knew there was only one way for this to play out. But I longed to be near him, for him to put
his hands on me. I craved his handling like a drug.
So on Tuesday, after the show, I had washed and dressed and put on no perfume, and got
into that car, just as I d sworn I would not do. Now I was in his darkened house trailing behind
him through the kitchen. He looked back over his shoulder at me. Intent eyes, ice blue and
possessive.
Are you ready to go downstairs with me?
Yes. Of course I am.
* * *
He took me downstairs and again led me to the center of the room.
Take your clothes off.
I fumbled with the buttons on my blouse, then jumped when he barked, Yes, sir!
Yes, sir! I parroted frantically. Had he asked a question? Was I supposed to respond to
everything he said? He stalked back to me and ripped off my shirt. The buttons I hadn t gotten to
yet went skittering across the floor. He unbuttoned my jeans roughly and pulled them off me,
berating me the whole time.
Yes, sir! You ll answer me respectfully! It s not hard! Two words, you little slut!
I m sorry! I cried over his tirade.
I m sorry, sir! He took my face roughly between his hands. You will never interrupt me
again. Never.
I m so sorry. I m just I m trying
I m sure you are, but you ll be punished just the same.
He pulled me over to the nearest ottoman and pushed me down until my knees buckled and I
fell over it with a gasp. My mind was racing. What was I doing here? Why was I letting this
happen? I looked up at his determined face as he cuffed each wrist and buckled them to the bolts.
He stood and unbuckled his belt, pulled it from his pants, doubled it over.
You ll get fifteen, five for each offense. You ll count each one out loud.
Yes, sir, I answered, already tearful.
You may cry as you wish, Lucy. And yes, this will hurt.
With no more warning than that, he landed the first blow. And yes, it hurt, it hurt like hell. It
hurt so much that all I did was cry, and I forgot to count.
One! he reminded me.
One! I sobbed.
You just added five more.
He whacked me again, and I managed a Two!
You know, it really isn t that difficult, Lucy.
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