Deadly Captive
“Joe had taken me from Bruno, not saying a word as he carried me to the bed, laying me down as Bruno closed and locked the door behind him. I held onto him, pressing every inch of my body against his, letting his warmth cover me, making all well. I was almost asleep before I realized something was wrong.
I wasn't sure how I knew. Joe hadn't said a word, had simply held me, knowing I needed it without asking. But the way he held himself, something in his eyes, haunted me.
Joe remained asleep as I slipped out of bed, not moving even when I turned on the light and returned to his side, pushing him flat on his back so I could look him over.
It was the blood I saw first, fresh blood, seeping through the cloth of his shirt and jeans.
Black bruises marred his flesh, and his eyes where nearly swollen shut. A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his split and battered lips. I covered my mouth with my hands. What had happened to me was horrible, but I knew from just this cursory inspectio...n that what Cyrus had done to Joe was worse.MoreLess
I wasn't sure how I knew. Joe hadn't said a word, had simply held me, knowing I needed it without asking. But the way he held himself, something in his eyes, haunted me.
Joe remained asleep as I slipped out of bed, not moving even when I turned on the light and returned to his side, pushing him flat on his back so I could look him over.
It was the blood I saw first, fresh blood, seeping through the cloth of his shirt and jeans.
Black bruises marred his flesh, and his eyes where nearly swollen shut. A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his split and battered lips. I covered my mouth with my hands. What had happened to me was horrible, but I knew from just this cursory inspectio...n that what Cyrus had done to Joe was worse.MoreLess
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