A shifters healing love

The sound of the whip cracked through the air. Violet knew what was coming and clamped her lips and teeth together so not to make any noise. Master didn’t like noise.

She couldn’t brace herself enough when the pain struck. It was toe-curling, fist-clenching, eye-watering, breath-stealing pain. She swayed, but she defiantly stiffened her body and remained kneeling. Today she felt like fighting, to stay knelt up and not collapse on the floor. She was taking a risk, but there were times she knew Master loved her defiance. Other times it pissed him off and she’d be subjected to more punishment.

Slowly, some of the pain ebbed to a burning sensation. Instead of concentrating on her new agony she tried to think what she had done wrong this time. She’d been asleep when Master had walked into her small, enclosed, padded room, demanding she kneel and crawl backward to the edge of the door and take five strikes. The room wasn’t big enough to swing a cat, let alone a whip.

Even with the door open, she had no idea what lay outside of this room. She was either told to crawl backward, or Master would walk into the room and shut the door. To exit the room, he would lift a small panel that hid a numbered keypad behind it, and then enter a number, which released the door. When she first became aware of the pad, she’d tried many times to crack the code, only to receive punishment for it.

She guessed the room she’d woken up in after a night out was about the size of a prison cell. It was padded in thick, white material. In one corner was a toilet, but not the usual sit-on kind, it was more of a hole in the floor with a seat cover over it. On the floor beside another wall was a thin mattress with a blanket and pillow. The lights came on in the morning—well, what she assumed was morning—and were turned off at night. There was nothing to do, nothing to see. She had no sense of day or night apart from the lights coming on and going off.

The first few days—she presumed with the lights going on and off—she’d fought against Master. She’d sworn blue murder at the man, demanding to be released and allowed to go home. Gradually, over time, that changed to pleading, until finally it was easier just to submit. Now, after so long and so many punishments, she didn’t speak unless Master asked her to. Her spirit was well and truly broken. She dreamed of release, but the longer she was there, the more she knew the only way she’d leave this room was by death.

Violet often wondered if anyone was missing her. She’d barely started her new job as a secretary when Master had taken her, so she hadn’t really known any of her work colleagues. It was the same with her flat—she’d just moved into it. She’d had to move all the way across London for her new job, so she didn’t know anyone around the new area either. Her parents had died over four years ago in a car crash, not that she’d been close to them. They had always been more interested in their jobs than they were in her.

“You are the mistake I didn’t know about until it was too late.” Violet had repeatedly thought about her mother’s words. They bit at her heart as often as Master’s whip bit her skin.

Master was as well dressed as her father had been. And even though she thought of Master as a monster, he smelled good, like he wore expensive cologne. He’d been the one to approach her at the nightclub. She wasn’t someone who went clubbing, she preferred to sit curled up with a book, but she’d been talked into going out with an old college friend. As the night went on, her friend had drifted off with a partner, leaving Violet on her own. She’d been sitting at the bar, staring into her drink and thinking about leaving, when a deep, sexy, male voice had asked if he could buy her a drink. She’d looked up to see a handsome man with stunning eyes staring at her.

She was more than flattered enough to say yes. She was a woman with curves, and not often picked up by passing men. She’d taken a few sips of her drink and hadn’t even had time to ask Master his name, yet alone anything about himself, when she began to feel funny. She didn’t remember much else until waking up here. In this room. Naked.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been in this little, padded room. There was no way to judge time, other than basing it on her periods. And even during that time she wasn’t allowed to wear panties, or any other clothing. She was just given a few tampons.

She’d had eight periods before she’d started to feel nauseated each time she woke. It wasn’t long before as soon as she opened her eyes she had to rush for the hole in the floor to empty her stomach. At first, she thought she was being poisoned, but when her breasts had also begun to feel tender, she guessed she could be pregnant. It wasn’t as if Master was using condoms or she was being given birth control—unless it was in her food—and he always came inside of her.

Was this what Master wanted? Was this another cruel mind trick of his? Did he want her to have his baby? If not, then what would he do when he found out?

The fifth stroke of the whip whizzed across her back, leaving her holding back her tears and breathing through the pain. She waited in silence to see if this was one of those times Master would surprise her with another strike. But instead, his hand pushed against her lower back where he hadn’t whipped her, indicating she should lean on her hands and wait for the inevitable. He tugged her head back by her long hair. She squeezed her eyes shut as he pushed his hard shaft inside her, and then rutted into her like he had many times before. Finally, he gave one last thrust with a grunt, and she felt his warm semen fill her channel.

After a pause, he withdrew his flaccid cock from her body. She waited, not daring to move.

“Crawl, slave,” Master ordered her harshly. It felt like an eternity since anyone had used her name. She was now known as slave, or it.

She did as he instructed, keeping her head down, her eyes staring at the floor. She crawled the few inches back inside the room. The intense pain across her back where he’d struck her with the whip made her feel sick.

She could feel the blood where the whip had slashed her, breaking her skin, dripping down her sides. Her back must have quite a few scars on it now. Probably looked a right mess. She fought the tears burning at the back of her eyes. They didn’t do any good, they just made her feel tired and depressed. They also wouldn’t help her escape this room.

“Master Two will be by shortly to attend to you.” And with those words, the door shut and she was left alone again.

Each night, before the lights were turned off, Master Two would enter the room. He would blindfold her before taking her to a bathroom where she could shower. He would take her blindfold off and watch her bathe. Never once was she left alone. She’d taken the chance to peruse the bathroom, but the only thing she really noticed was that it had no windows and it was decorated in black and white marble.

Once showered, she was blindfolded again and quickly returned to her room. Master Two used to only take care of her food and showers. He’d bring her a meal, watch her eat it in silence, and then leave, always making sure she never kept any utensils. But before her last period, Master Two had come into the room with Master and had raped her for the first time, under the instruction of the other man.

Master Two was different. He had only used her three times. The first time, he’d whispered into her ear that he was sorry. He’d never come to her at those times alone, Master was always there with him, watching, instructing him how to use her. But even then, Master Two was gentler. He never hurt her. It almost felt like he cared.

She had no idea how long she knelt on her hands and knees. She wanted so badly to crawl to her mattress and cry, but Master would hand out more punishment for misbehavior. She knew there was a camera somewhere in the room; she’d discovered that at the very beginning of being a captive. She’d tried to pry the material off the walls, had shouted herself hoarse, hoping someone could hear her. And each time, Master had punished her, but no matter how hard she’d looked for the camera, she had yet to find it.

Through her tired and foggy mind, she heard the door lock click. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, preparing herself for what was to come.

“Get up, Violet,” Master Two ordered.

Violet? Master Two had used her name? Hearing her name, after such a long time, seemed so alien to her. Was this a trick? Her heart pounded deep inside her chest. Was Master Two trying to coax her into doing something wrong for more punishment?

“Shit!” he cursed angrily behind her.

Still, she was unsure if she should move or not. She opened her eyes when she felt movement beside her.

“Violet, we need to move. The man you call Master is on his way to Australia. It’s a long enough trip that by the time he has landed and managed to fly home again, you could be far away from here and hopefully free.”

Confusion muddled her brain. Master Two had not only used her name, but was trying to free her? She turned her head a little and glanced out of the side of her eyes toward Master Two. He was smiling and nodding.

“I have money and clothes for you, and a plan to get you out of the building.”

Violet’s mouth dropped opened. Could this be true? Slowly, she knelt up, her hands dropping to the side of her aching body. A thousand questions ran through her mind, but she was afraid to speak.

“We will get you in a shower, clean up your back, and then I’ll make sure you get a good meal while I tell you my plan.”

Hope bloomed, but still fear won out, and she stayed motionless.

Master Two looked to be telling the truth. He stood and offered her a hand. Oh God! What should she do? Should she take his offer? Would he beat her for doing so? What about Master? Was he waiting behind that closed door to punish her again?

“My name is Kevin. Please, I beg of you, trust me. I know I have wronged you, but I plan to put that right.” He paused. “Please. As soon as I knew of Master’s trip, I knew I had the chance of freeing you and you having enough time to get away. I need you to believe me,” he pleaded.

Looking at his offered hand, Violet told herself to take the chance. She was in pain already, what else could Master do, kill her? At least it would get her out of here in some way.

Taking Kevin’s hand, she stood with his help. She swayed as pain rocked her body. Blowing out a breath, she steadied herself and walked out of the room with Kevin. She was out! She was actually out of the room and not blindfolded.

She glanced around, taking in every single detail she could. It looked like they were in an expensive, high-rise office. It had floor-to-ceiling windows. There was a large wooden and glass desk with office paraphernalia on it, a leather chair sitting behind it. Two large, L-shaped, plush, white couches were sitting in one corner. The oil paintings on the wall looked real and not printed like she had in her apartment.

The thought of home had her wondering again if she would ever see it. Quite often while in the room, she wondered if anyone was looking for her. She had no family, and what friends she did have weren’t close and wouldn’t really miss her. Now that she saw what was outside the room she’d been held captive in, she could only think that if Master was this rich, why had he needed her? Surely he could have found a woman who was willing to adhere to his sexual demands, no matter how perverted they were.

Kevin walked her across the black marble floor in front of her, toward another door. A brief thought drifted through her tortured mind, perhaps he was just moving her to a different room. This was just a ruse. But then he opened the door for her to see a small bathroom, the one she’d used many times before.

“Take a shower. Once you’re done, I’ll bandage your back and you can get dressed. But don’t take too long, we still need to get you out of this building.”

Clothes? Still plagued by questions, she held her tongue and nodded. She climbed into the shower and turned it on, allowing the water to drift over her body. She watched the water mingle with her blood as it curled around then sank down the drain. Small beads of pain racked the cuts on her back as a drop here and there slipped into her wounds.

But the biggest thing she noticed was that Master Two—Kevin—left the bathroom, leaving her there alone. Never had he done that before! Shock rippled through her as well as a small amount of hope. Turning her mind back to the shower, she concentrated on bathing. She had no idea what lay on the other side of getting clean, so she relished the small amount of freedom that she hadn’t had since being a captive.

* * * *

A short time later, Violet sat on one of the white leather couches in the large office, with her back bandaged and dressed in a light blue skirt, blouse, and jacket. Hope grew as she ate the meal Master Two…Kevin had given her. She still hadn’t spoken, or tried to escape. She still wasn’t sure what game the Masters were playing.

Occasionally, she could hear a phone ring or people talking on the other side of the misted glass walls. She had glanced toward the office door, wondering how long it would take her to reach it. If she could escape? Or was Master on the other side, waiting for her to fuck up?

She felt angry at herself. At twenty-one she had never been one to back down from an argument or allow anyone else to make a mug of her. Now look at her—she was beaten down so badly she was within inches of escaping and wouldn’t take the risk.

Kevin stood from where he’d been sitting on the couch opposite her and walked toward the large office desk. She peeked through her lowered eyelashes and watched him pick up a black, pull-along suitcase. He carried it back toward her and placed it near her feet and then sat on the couch opposite her. She noticed he too looked down at his feet, his shoulders slumped as if he felt as defeated as she did.

He suddenly spoke. “I’ve been providing you with everything from food to toiletries. I know you’ve missed a period and you’ve been sick. But Master has no idea, I’ve kept it quiet.”

Violet’s heart began to pound heavily, and it was suddenly hard to breathe.

“Shit!” he cursed and moved to sit beside her. “I didn’t mean to frighten you any more than you are. I’m sorry. It’s okay, Violet, I promise.”

The plate on her lap disappeared to be replaced by one of his hands. She knew not to shirk away from the Masters, it meant punishment.

“In this bag…” Kevin opened the zipper at the top of the case a little so she could see what was inside. She was shocked to see neatly lined bundles of money. “This is my life savings and more that I borrowed from the bank. All in all, there is about a quarter of a million. This will be enough to get somewhere, buy a small place, and live under the radar.” He placed a large, brown envelope on her lap. “Here is a new birth certificate, driving license, and other IDs you might need in a new name of Danielle Knight. I must stipulate, Violet, when you walk from this building, that you not use your real name or attempt to contact anyone from your old life. If you do, he…Master will find you. He is a rich son of a bitch that thinks of you as his. If you so much as poke your head out to be seen, even once, he will find you.”

For the first time Violet lifted her head and looked up at Kevin’s face, and not just out of the corner of her eye. He looked a little older than herself, and yet his eyes told her a different story. He wore a smart suit like Master did, although it was a tad wrinkled. He had what appeared to be overnight stubble on his face, and he looked tired.

“If you want to live a life outside of that room and his ruling, you need to get away and do as I have said. I can’t even promise that if he was to find you, he might let you live.” Truth shone back at her from his eyes before guilt and tiredness returned. “I’ve wronged you, and the baby you could be carrying might have a slim chance of being mine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not setting you free because of that. I’m doing this because he had no right to kidnap you. No one should be used and abused.”

He glanced down at his feet.

“When he told me about you, I was shocked. We’ve been friends for many years, and I could hardly believe what he was saying. When I saw you, I knew I had to find a way to get you free. I didn’t want to rape you. I found out about his trip two months ago so had to bide my time. That, however, meant raping you. I know that isn’t an excuse, but you don’t know this man like I do. We wouldn’t have stood a chance of doing this until now, you have to trust me.” Lifting his head, he peered into her eyes. “From what I know, you’ve been locked up for about a year, and I estimate you’re about six weeks pregnant.”

Violet sat shocked and sick to her stomach. A year! Her life had revolved around being beaten, whipped, and stuck in that small white room, as well as constantly raped, for a year. And here she was pregnant and unsure where her life was heading. Glancing at the office door again, she knew she was just a few feet away from escape, a suitcase of money sat beside her, and the man who’d raped her along with Master was telling her he was freeing her.

Panic hit her. She found it hard to breathe again, and she could feel her heart sporadically missing beats. Was she having a heart attack?

Kevin’s voice slipped into her foggy mind. “Calm down, Violet. It’s okay.”

She wanted to scream at Kevin—Master Two—that no, it wasn’t okay, nothing was right. What would she do now? Kevin was telling her that Master was so rich that the only life she would have was one where she’d be constantly looking over her shoulder. Swallowing, she spoke for the first time, the ultimate test to see if this was actually happening. Master never allowed her to speak without punishment.

“What if I was to go to the police?” Her voice was cracked and hoarse from disuse, causing her to cough.

Kevin quickly rose and poured water from a jug into a glass. Violet stared at the door, waiting for it to open and Master to come in and reaffirm her beliefs this was all a test. Instead, a glass of water was placed in her shaky hands. Kevin cupped them and smiled at her. A smile that didn’t reach his guilty and sorrowful eyes.

She looked down at the glass like it was poison. What if she drank it and went to sleep again, only to wake up in the room once more?

As if reading her thoughts, Kevin urged her to drink. “Drink, and don’t worry, it’s just water.”

Shit, this was more torture than being in the room. Believe or don’t? Truth or fake? It all went around in her wounded mind. Deciding to take the plunge, she drank the water down, relishing the coolness hitting the back of her throat.

“To answer your question, the police aren’t a good idea, or I’d take you myself. As I said, Master has more money than the queen. He is also a fucking good lawyer.”

Violet clung to that piece of information in case she ever needed it, and filed it away in her mind. Master was a lawyer and rich.

“You need to travel to a far-off place, and buy a small house that is totally technology free. Stay away from city centers or places that might catch you on camera, otherwise, he could find you. Violet, I mean what I say, you have to stay under the radar, no social media or stuff like that. Do you understand?”

She decided to ask another question since the first hadn’t resulted in punishment. “This is real?”

Kevin closed his eyes and nodded before opening them again. “I promise you it’s real.”

Without wanting to feel hope, it bloomed in her chest like a flower opening its petals in the morning sun.

“Now, we need to get you out of this building without security stopping you.” Kevin pulled out a card attached to a lanyard. “Put this around your neck.”

Violet did as he asked after placing her empty glass on the table.

“I’m going to distract Master’s receptionist. When I do, grab this case and calmly walk out the door and go to the right toward the lift. Once you’re in the elevator go to the ground floor. By the time you reach that I will have caused a distraction for the security guards so you can walk straight out of the building without being stopped. Take the visitor’s pass off and dump it once you’re around the corner, then just keep going. Don’t stop ’til you’re somewhere far away and safe. Get on a train or bus and get as far away from here as you can.”

So many questions popped into Violet’s head. “What if someone stops me? What if I do go to the police?”

Kevin inhaled deeply before blowing out a breath. “Please, Violet, he will try to find you. I’m giving you some good advice here. I know trusting me after what’s happened isn’t an option, but please trust in the advice I can give you before you go. You must listen to me.” He looked at his watch before fiddling with it and taking it off and handing it to her. “I’ve set an alarm on it. His flight should take about twenty-two hours to get to Australia, and then once he finds out what I’ve done, another twenty-two, give or take, to get back. When that alarm goes off, you will know it’s only a matter of time before he starts looking for you. Can you do this, Violet? Can you do as I ask?” Kevin seemed sincere in what he was saying.

She fingered the heavy steel band of the watch, wondering again if he was telling her the truth.

“Violet.” Kevin called her name sharply.

She quickly stared up into his face, her thoughts silenced as she obeyed his call.

“The longer we sit here, the less time you have to get away. Are you ready to do this?”

Was she ready? Yes and no. She glanced toward the misted glass office door. She could just scream now and someone would come running. But what if Master’s receptionist knew who she was and returned her to the room until he came back? She paled at the thought.

Turning her gaze toward Kevin, she nodded, ready to take the challenge. There were only two outcomes to this, right? Escape and be free, or be punished, maybe die, at Master’s hand because she walked out the door.

“Okay. One last thing, notice I haven’t given you his name and yet I have told you mine.”

She had noticed that, but again this whole situation had stopped her wonderings.

“On the way out of the building, don’t look for his name. Living your life looking over your shoulder will be bad enough. If you were to search his name and read everything up on him, it would just make you more paranoid.”

Violet nodded, not sure she wanted to know Master’s name anyway.

Kevin’s whole body relaxed as if he were relieved. That small action gave her a little more hope. He stood and picked up a laptop from the desk and brought it back. Opening it up, he ran his fingers over the keyboard before setting it on the table in front of her. An image was on it. Violet peered closer. It looked to be a security feed of a woman sitting at a desk.

“This is Master’s receptionist, just outside that door. I’m going to distract her. Once we’re out of sight, grab the case and walk calmly to the elevator and go down.”

Violet didn’t take her eyes off the screen.

“Violet, look at me.”

She obeyed his order.

“I cannot stipulate enough, do not go to the police. Get as far away from here as possible and live your life. I won’t be able to help you again.”

“I understand,” she replied, still unable to believe everything he said. He seemed suddenly unsure about something. Indecision was written all over his face before he shook his head slightly as if shaking it away.

“I’m sorry for everything he and I have put you through. Danielle Knight, take care and be safe. Have a long, happy life.” He leaned down and forward as if to kiss her. She nearly shirked away in fear, but held her body stiff and still. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before turning toward the office door.

With his hand on the handle, he turned to glance at her one more time before stiffening his shoulders and opening the door. He walked out in a confident manner, closing the door behind him.

Now that she was left alone, Violet was unsure if she should listen to Kevin and do as he suggested or not. There were two doors in the room. One to the bathroom and one Kevin had just walked out of. She couldn’t see a door that belonged to the room where Master had kept her. She wondered if it was hidden behind the far bookcase. She couldn’t even remember in which direction she had walked when leaving the room. She glanced around the room. A telephone on the desk drew her attention, but before she could give it further thought, from the corner of her eye she saw Kevin walking toward the woman on the laptop screen, and she turned her attention back to the computer. He said something to the receptionist, then she rose from her seat and walked off screen with Kevin following.

Violet looked to the phone and then to the laptop screen, and then repeated the action. She could call the police, but would they believe her? If Master was this rich and powerful man—and by looking around this room, she could tell he was—and given that she had no real proof… He would talk his way out of her accusations and she’d end up back in that room.

She glanced back at the screen. She had to make a decision quick, before Kevin and the receptionist returned. What if this was her only chance at escaping? Indecision made her feel sick. Was this real or a trick?

Come on, Violet, get a backbone. This might be the only way free! She cursed and berated herself. She’d been in that damn room for so long, her heart pounded just thinking about being out of it and around people again.

Finally, she stood. She hastily shoved the brown envelope Kevin had given her into the front pocket of the suitcase and cupped Kevin’s watch in a fist before grabbing the handle of the case and starting toward the office door.

She’d do this for the baby, to make sure the child would never be around the male she knew as Master. She’d protect what was growing inside of her even if it was part of him.

Swallowing the nausea rising in her throat, she grabbed the door handle and turned it. She waited for a blow, a fist, something of a punishment because she’d listened to Kevin. Opening the door, it never came. Peeking out of the door, she saw the small area that held a receptionist’s desk was empty.

Swiftly, she exited Master’s office and walked as calmly as she could to the lift. Her heart pounded so hard and fast it felt like it would beat out of her chest. Perspiration gathered under her arms and dripped down her back. She pressed the call button and waited for a few thundering heartbeats for the elevator to arrive. Finally, the bell dinged and the silver doors opened to—thankfully—an empty carriage. Again, no Master!

She walked into the lift and pressed the button for the ground floor. So far, so good, she thought. Again, she had to swallow the sickness feeling down.

She watched as the floor numbers decreased. Counting down from the hundreds had never seemed so slow. Fear rose with each and every floor number that showed on the small, digital window. She was terrified that the lift would stop at any time and Master would be on the other side of the doors.

“Ground floor,” the electronic, feminine voice said as the elevator stopped.

By now Violet was shaking so much with fear she was sure if a trashcan was near she’d puke in it. The doors opened for her to see a wide and open floor space. Windows adorned each wall looking out onto a busy street. Black and white shiny marble shone from every surface. Not one person was around. What looked to be guard stations near turnstiles had no guards, and the area had no stray office workers wandering around. Nothing and no one.

Again, thoughts of is this real or a trick swam through her mind. Her finger actually hovered over the top floor elevator button. If she went back up now, surely the punishment wouldn’t be that bad, right?

Kevin had looked so earnest, so guilty for what he’d done. She glanced down at the suitcase he’d given her. Fuck it! She had to take the risk. This might be the only chance she’d ever get to be free of Master and his room, or forever—until she was murdered—wonder if she could have escaped.

Violet straightened her shoulders, walked out of the lift, and headed straight toward the entrance without looking back. She was mere inches from the entrance door when a man in a dark blue security uniform bounded through the glass doors. She froze in fear, but instead of stopping her, as she thought he’d do, he held the door open. Stepping through them, she walked out into the sunlight. The man rushed off inside and didn’t look back.

Oh God! She was free? The sun was blinding. Her senses were bombarded with the smell of car fumes from the street, her ears with the sounds of horns and people talking. It all seemed so loud after being in the room for so long. Fear and panic rocked her to her very core. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a crowd gathered around something to her left. Security guards in dark blue uniforms spoke into their walkie-talkies, trying to move people away from whatever was there.

It was the heaviness of Kevin’s watch in her hand that had her thoughts turning back to her situation. Was this the distraction Kevin had set so she could escape? What was the diversion? Whatever it was, she didn’t care, she just knew she had to get away.

First of all, she had to see if the money and the ID stuff Kevin had given her was real. Leaning down to the case, she plucked the brown envelope out and peeked inside. As Kevin had said, it contained a birth certificate and all kinds of ID in the name of Danielle Knight. Clutching the envelope to her chest, she opened the zipper of the bag a little and dug inside. Pulling out a bundle of notes, she quickly shoved it into the envelope. Peeking inside again, she fingered and examined one of the notes before peeling it out of its bundle and shoving it in a pocket, deeming it real enough.

After placing the envelope back in the suitcase, she glanced around and realized she still stood in front of Master’s building. She began walking, wondering where she’d go and what she would do.

“Poor fucker,” someone said, grabbing her attention as she walked past the group that had gathered.

“Isn’t that Kevin Turner?” another asked.

Violet froze. Kevin? No…it couldn’t be him. Panic stricken, she searched around her. Oh God, was this really just a mind trick? Were Kevin and Master following her? Why would someone ask if that was Kevin though? Was his surname Turner?

The reality of her situation kicked in as her gaze stopped on the bloody pile on the ground through the crowd standing around it. The crumpled body of a man lay in a puddle of blood. He was wearing the same suit as Kevin had been. She stifled a gasp.

Violet walked off quickly. All kinds of thoughts were going through her mind. She moved among the throng of people. Workers, shoppers, tourists. All with their own lives and stories. As far as she could tell, not one passed a glance in her direction.

She still couldn’t believe what had happened. It appeared Kevin had jumped to his death to cause her diversion. He had helped her escape, giving her both money and a new identity, and then committed suicide.

But the biggest thought in her mind as she walked down into the Marble Arch Underground Tube Station was the fact she was free!