"What is it?" he asks in an angry voice.
"It doesn't matter," I'm not ready to tell him about the scars, "forgive me for what I said to you before the torture chamber. I was waiting for you, drank too much and started talking nonsense.
Gray nods and picks me up. He kicks open the door to the playroom and carries me somewhere. I curl up on his chest and start to fall asleep.
You ll stay with me for a few days until your wounds heal. I ll call you a doctor in the morning, Christian says.
Grey. I can get home, I m not five years old, I grumble and nudge him in the ribs.
No, Ana, I ll be calm if my doctor examines you, Christian says sternly, and at the same time, you ll choose a method of contraception.
I don t get it. I look up and look at him, puzzled.
We ll discuss everything in the morning. What happened requires an explanation from me, Gray carries me into a small bedroom in green tones. The window offers a fabulous view of winter New York and I can t help but admire it. Christian carries me to a wide double bed and lays me down on soft pillows. He carefully covers me with a blanket and lies down next to me. Christian is a fucking maniac, lying next to me and stroking my hair. I snuggle up to him and stroke his strong shoulders.
Couldn t do it right away? I mumble sleepily and grin. How about round two?
Ana, let it heal there. I won t lay a finger on you until Dr. Theron examines you, Gray says sternly.
Theron? Like Charlize Theron? I love that actress, I say and smile, or is it the real Charlize?
You ll see in the morning. Go to sleep, Lolita, Christian slaps me and I chuckle.
I should run from him, I should be afraid of him, but I don t feel fear of him, only shock and incomprehension. He can t be a maniac, maniacs don t care about their victims after their games. But then who is he? Why did he do this to me? I have no desire to understand his motives now and I close my eyes. Tomorrow I will find out everything.
POV Gray
I look at her. So sweet, defenseless and impudent. Damn, I could have killed her in the game room. I was overcome with rage, and I barely remember what I was doing. But the burning pleasure and satisfaction from the body of little Still kept me from killing and eating the girl. Now looking at her. I understand that I made her mine, that now her life completely depends on me and I must do everything in my power for her.
To begin with, I will introduce her to BDSM, teach her to love herself and her body. Then, I will develop her mind, with the help of books and sciences. She has already started to study well, which pleases me. There remains the problem with my main secret, but in two or three years I will be able to reveal it to Anastasia. I am sure that the girl will like the Darkness and she will become the same fanatical supporter of it as I am. I kiss Ana on the forehead and get up. I need to make a few calls.
First, Charlize. She doesn't answer for a long time, which makes me nervous. On the tenth ring, your mother.
- My Lord? How can I help you? - the voice is soft as always, ingratiating and caressing to the ear like a cat.
- Merry Christmas, Charlie. Can you come to my abode tomorrow? I need to examine one very young person, - I choose my words.
- Young? Oh, great Darkness, are you drawn to young people? Is she at least 18? - Theron sighs. She is the only one from my retinue who condemns my entertainment and the conversation here only concerns BDSM. She perceives Sabbaths and cannibalism with delight.
- Yes, I do, and I want her to be my submissive. We have already played in my black room and I have inflicted wounds on her, - I say imperiously.
- I will come in the morning and check her. I condemn you, My Lord. Never before have you attacked such young women, - Charlize says sternly.
- Trust me, my dear. This girl will drive anyone to assault. Nimble. Impudent. Beautiful. Knows foul language and swears with choice curses, - I say and light a cigarette, - by the way, in the next few days there will be a hunt and I will need you for it.
- I will consider it an honor to accompany you, - the blonde answers flatteringly and hangs up.
After Theron, I call Alex and ask about the non-disclosure agreement and the contract.
- They have already been sent to your e-mail, Master, - Alex says with his characteristic respect and confidence.
- Thank you, Alex, - I answer and hang up.
I like it when my servants carry out my orders precisely and in the shortest possible time. This cannot be expected from Miss Still yet, and I do not intend to. What I need from her is something else: respect, a desire to learn, and patience. That's enough for a start.