Demoralized Prey

Song of the Chapter: Don't Talk To Stranger

I flinched and winced as Mr. Way ran the water soaked cloth over my post ignited skin. She continually apologized and reassured me that it would be over soon. It felt like forever and a day. I felt guilty for making her feel guilty. I should've just told her that I was okay to do it alone. What a weaklink, I am! Ugh, how pathetic of me.

After what felt like a year, but was really only 10 minutes, she put the blood covered cloth back in the sink. Then she picked up the antiseptic cream and opened the cap.

"Now this is going to sting. Feel free to curse, I don't mind. Just take a deep breath because there's a lot to cover her." She warned sympathetically.

I felt my knees get midly week as she said the last part. A lot to cover?! Just fucking great!

I just nodded and ook a long breath. Without another word of warning, she applied the cold, burning cream on one of the fresher sores.

"Ugh! Son of a bitch!" I cussed through my teeth. "Erh. Sorry..bout..thaat." I apologized between shrieks.

"It's alright sweetheart! Just do what you need to do. You're doing great!"

I seemed like the more cream she put on, the more random curse words I created. I tried very hard to stay still, but that was just asking way too much. It was all too much! Especially for just one day.

Notes

Short chapter!
Sorry but its just a filler
And there will be a part 3
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