Chapter 220
The nausea was strong the next morning when I woke in the black box. I turned my head to the side and retched in the closed bed. It stunk and I was lucky to get it out without choking myself. When I retched a second time my head hit the top of the box and I felt a bump forming.
The smell just made me sicker.
That’s how my fake Masters found me when they pulled the bed out. I was covered in vomit and had a bruise forming on my head. It was the worst situation I’d ever woken to and I include the day I woke to enslavement .
The men cleaned me with concern on their faces. Something was wrong, they just couldn’t figure out what. Still, they debated about calling the Healers.
“If it is unusual, they will want to study it, the same way we wish to study it,” one of the men said.
“Damien and his Brothers. talking. another Brother said and then stopped
I knew the end to that statement by the Looks on the faces of the other Brothers. Master Damien would be very displeased if I was taken for study. He would destroy these men just for fun if that happened.
I would have to heal myself, they finally decided. No Healers could be called in.
The room reeked of my vomit, so after breakfast I cleaned the box. I realized as I cleaned there were two messes in there. The vomit was one, the second was the wet sticky goo from my dreams.
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Chuckling to myself, I thought about the dream. It had been wonderful.
If that was insanity, I’d gladly take it.
Once the bed was cleaned up the men put their ornamentation on me. The chain around my waist was slightly tighter. It had to be shifted up a Little father than was usual. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
The men reasoned I must be healthy to be gaining weight, despite my nausea. That made them feel better about not calling the Healers. As we left for the Keepers their mood seemed up.
Things settled into a strange rhythm for me over the next fifty three days. The emotions and errant thoughts that came, I did my best to ignore. It took time, but I got better about not faltering every time one struck. At least that meant I appeared more normal, even if I didn’t feel that way.
The dreams came every night. I spent my time asleep with Master Damien and his Brothers. I saw fantastic places in my dreams. It felt Like the men were showing me their lives.
A magical world existed in my dreams. We roamed through the mountains and swam in the streams there. I cheered as they battled other men and learned all their moves. I imagined every place they had ever been on this world. In my dream world, we made Love and showed each other how much we cared. We were one happy family.
At night, I was connected to Master Damien and his Brothers. We did everything together. I hungered to go to sleep every night and spend time with my lovers and friends. I knew it was just a fantasy, but it was a wonderful fantasy.
The box was what my fake owners used to punish me, but I came to love it. In the privacy of that silent space I fully indulged in my insane fantasy. No one could say I wasn’t right as I spoke out loud to the figures in my dreams. My favorite personal world existed in that box.
In the day, there were things that stressed me. The nausea, thankfully, subsided, but the weight gain continued. I watched myself grow with trepidation.
The weight gain my owners had initially been pleased with, but as time wore on they were Less happy about it. They kept having to add chain to my waist. Soon they had to buy larger cuffs and collar for me. I was costing them more than they liked.
My body protested the rapid growth of my belly also. Stretch marks appeared over the prominent bump in my Lower stomach. The men treated them daily with the cream, but they always seemed to reappear the next day.
I couldn’t deny it as I petted my gravid belly. No one could deny what had happened. It terrified and shocked all of us that understood.
“Have they understood it yet?” Rose asked quietly one day when the Keepers weren’t around.