Make me happy

Well,” he whispered,

I'm so tired. I didn't sleep all night. Eric was silent and I was glad. I have nothing to say to him. Even so, I really wish he would stop the torture for a while and allow me to sleep - alone.

I began to fall asleep while he walked around and untied the straps of my thighs and legs. It's odd to feel dreamy and fulfilled, and at the same time feel jittery and anxious about being released. His warm palm touched my ribs and my sleepiness disappeared, but my anxiety increased.

“How are your ribs?” he asked with concern.

“It hurts a little,” I say, so quietly I doubt he can hear.

“Is it that bad?” he looks worried.

I hate it when he's like this. I'd rather he be a cold-blooded bastard. At least then, I could forgive him for what he did. Instead, he showed me a rare side of his humanity. It's even worse - knowing that he knows the difference between being kind and being cruel and still chooses the lowest of the two. I shook my head.

He uncuffed my wrists and I i