Untouchable novel Chapter 5

My body was only able to relax for a second before I felt his fingers trace along my neck, covering the area where my old collar was with the same substance.

Instead of stinging, it just oddly tingled, which I was very happy about.

He saved me the embarrassment of me turning around and just reached around to get the front of my neck.

“Better?” He asked, closing the container and standing back up.

I bowed my head slightly.

“Yes, Thank you.” I said only loud enough.

He nodded in response before heading into the bathroom.

I still didn’t get it, though.

“Nico?” I said a bit louder as he entered back into the room, the substance no longer in sight.

He turned his head a bit, showing that he was listening.

I cleared my throat softly, preparing myself to ask the question.

“Why are you helping me?” I asked nervously.

When I imagined being a pet back in the shop, it was never like this. It never involved the master tending to my wounds.

It was a lot more beating, yelling, and whipping. Then again, Ive only been here for a couple hours.

But still.

Master only glanced at me before beginning to walk over to his supposed closet.

“Like I said,” He spoke, opening the door and taking a couple steps in, “I like my things to be intact.”

I tilted my head, trying to understand what he meant by that.

I remember him saying that at the pet shop too.

I guess he just doesn’t want to own something that’s broken.

So he could break it himself.

A shudder ran up my spine.

He walked out of the closet, looking in my direction.

“Youre tired right?” He asked.

I hesitated before nodding.

Exhausted actually.

Being whipped tends to make it a bit difficult to fall asleep, and of course, my nightmares.

Right… those… I hope he’ll take lightly to them.

He cut me out of my thoughts as he began walking towards me with a dark blue shirt in his hands.

I skeptically grabbed it as he handed it to me, my other arm still holding my shirt against my chest.

“Go ahead and sleep in this, just set your other clothes by my desk.” He said before walking back over to the box.

I did, as soon as his back was towards me, putting on the shirt and slipping off the jeans, all without the intense pain in my back.

The fabric was soft and cool on my skin.

The shirt was pretty big on me judging by how it almost reached my knees, then again, I was pretty short.

It must be his judging by the fact that it smelled like him.

I sighed as I made my way over to his desk, setting my neatly folded clothes down beside it.

I turned just as he pulled a pillow and a folded blanket out of the box, glaring at whatever was at the bottom of it.

He sighed, obviously annoyed.