“I never wanted to move again, actually, and when he tried to pick me up, I struggled and hit out at him. “Lucy.” His voice sounded tired. “Don’t fight me.” He carried me upstairs and put me in the tub. I soaked in there for half an hour while he hovered around, and then he ordered me to wash my hair. When I ignored him, he washed it himself, and when he was done he had to help me out of the tub because my legs and my back were so tired and sore. He dried me and made me lie down on the bed and a...gain he massaged my bruised and welted ass with salve. After that he combed my hair out as I lay on my stomach. I never even lifted my head from the pillow. At some point while he did that I fell asleep, because when I woke up again, it was dinnertime on Sunday night. Matthew was there when I opened my eyes. “Hello,” he said. I said nothing back to him. “Lucy,” he said, and then he stopped, and he didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, he said very matter-of-factly, “Lucy, I’ve decided to make another promise to you.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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