He didn’t want to push her too far and have her run away. He wanted to
gently talk to her and gain her trust, make her feel comfortable around him.
All he had to remember was one baby step at a time.
Monroe cowered away as he stood up to his full height. Shit. He needed
to remember she was even more scared when he stood up. She wasn’t short
at all, but he still towered over her.
“Sorry, Little Bunny. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he whispered.
Michael quickly sat back down on a chair and looked at her. It broke his
heart that she was so scared of anything and everything. Who could do
something like this?
He knew it was a person. The bruises that littered her body as he briefly
glanced to see if there were any major cuts told him it was a person. Fists,
handprints, boot prints, and more types of bruises showed up on her skin.
He didn’t know if he had any bruise cream, but if he didn’t, that would
be at the top of his shopping list. Michael didn’t like seeing her in pain.
He felt this connection with her and would do anything to help her.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not going to hurt you,” he softly
said. “I want to help you heal and keep you safe from whoever you’re
running from.”
Monroe’s eyes went wide as he said the last part. Having seen too many
abuse victims and survivors come through the hospital and clinic, he
immediately saw the signs and knew what to do and what not to do. But it
had all gone out the window when she passed out and when she started to
choke on the water.
He needed to get better at that. He didn’t need to be Daddying her right
now, even if he really wanted to do that and thought it was best for her.
Michael needed to respect her boundaries, even if he didn’t know what they
were yet. He was going to find out, though.
“I-I’m not h-hiding from a-a-anyone!” she stuttered out.
Her voice was like music to his ears. Soft and smooth like honey. He
could listen to her talk all day long. If she continued to talk like that, it
could probably put him to sleep.
Michael’s face went hard after she finished speaking because he knew
right then she was lying. He didn’t like it when people lied to him. He had
been lied to too many times in his life.
“I don’t like it when Little girls lie. Little girls who lie get sent to the
naughty corner, write lines, or get spanked,” he said, and watched as her
eyes went wide. “If you’re thinking about lying, don’t. Just tell me you
don’t want to talk about it. That’s better than lying.”
Monroe stared at him for several seconds, taking in everything he just
told her. Had she ever been told not to lie? If she did, did she ever have
consequences?
If she was Michael’s Little, she wouldn’t be getting away with lying. He
took that very seriously.
Michael froze at that thought. His Little? He needed to not think about
that. She wasn’t his and he needed to remember that.
Finally, she nodded her head and relaxed into the couch. He watched her
body language, looking for any discomfort, but she seemed more relaxed
than she had before. What could he have possibly done that made her feel
more relaxed around him?
Her eyes started to droop and caught Michael’s attention.
“Monroe,” he softly said, trying to get her attention.
He didn’t want to scare her. He knew she was in a vulnerable state right
now, almost asleep, but he needed to check her eyes to make sure her pupils
were still reacting okay, and she needed to change and take a bath.
She slightly hummed and opened her eyes.
“I need to check your eyes one more time to make sure your pupils are
still reacting okay. Are you feeling nauseous, have a headache, or are light
sensitive?” he asked.
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