Good Morning,
The weekend is here so I'm going to step a little farther into the story today.
Desecrating Solomon is coming in just 5 days. Here's another little peak inside.









Dᴇsᴇᴄʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ Sᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ: A Fᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ Tʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ
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“Are you scared of the person who did this to you?”

He got an immediate hand squeeze with that one, making Solomon’s gut clench.

“Has he hurt you before?”

Another immediate hand squeeze.

“Is he… your husband?”

A slight pause then two hand squeezes.

“A boyfriend?”

Another two hand squeezes.

“Your father?”

Again two hand squeezes.

“A friend?”

Two hand squeezes.

Solomon sat there, trying to think. “A relative?”

One hand squeeze.

A relative. Then they likely lived near. “Was it a
brother?”

A slight pause then another yes. But why the pause?

“A step brother?”

Two hand squeezes had Solomon officially stumped.

Did he really need to know if she’d been raped? Surely she had and what good would it do him to know in that second? Nothing he could think of. “I’m going to try and figure out where you’re most injured. I’ll name a body part and then I’m going to start from ten and work my way down to zero. You’ll tell me how much pain you have in each thing I call out. Okay?”

Single hand squeeze.

Solomon started with her feet and worked his way up her body, bypassing privacy as he went. By the time he’d covered every body part his masseur knowledge offered him, he discerned she was in agony in all her body. It had Solomon sick to his stomach. “I’m going to let go of your hand and find you something for pain.”

She squeezed his hand tighter. Solomon looked at her fingers now gripping his. “Okay, you don’t want me to get your medicine?”

“Don’t… leave me,” she barely croaked, her ballooned lips trembling.

“I’m just going to look in the house for it, I’m not leaving.” Her grip very slowly lessened. “Okay,” he whispered, untangling his fingers from hers. “You’re okay with that?”

She nodded barely and he laid her hand on the bed, stroking it a few times when the limb shook as though lost without his touch. “I’m here. I’m not leaving. I’ll talk to you while I look.” Solomon did what he told himself not to—stared at the horror of her face. The years Solomon had spent wondering what had happened to his fiancée, imagining her lying in some ditch in this very condition, sent fury and pain burning in his gut. Whoever did this was worse than an animal. They were insane and in need of putting down. And Solomon was suddenly ready to up his trapping game and see to it personally.

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Chaos went to that quiet grave inside and waited for him to return. In all the six years she’d silently contemplated this day, not one of them had ever been this. The physical pain was a welcomed distraction to the pain in her soul. So many whys, whats, whens, whos. Why had Master hurt her so badly? What did it mean? When was this phase over? Who would tell her what to do next?

She had been told nothing. What if she did the wrong thing?

Bring back our sacrifice.

That was the only directive. No other details. She couldn’t let him call the authorities either. No one was to know. No one was to know what was coming, no one was to stop it, it was too important. For the entire town and their surrounding vicinities.
Chaos braced when Solomon drew close again. Why hadn’t she been prepared for this part? His touch. In her pitiful state, her body was weak with vulnerabilities. He’d held her hand. It had been kind and gentle and warm. She recalled her body’s panic when he would let go. She would need to be careful. So very careful with him. The only thing she knew about him from Master was that he was going to be a very powerful sacrifice. Was he special like her? Did he too have gifts?

“I’ve only got aspirin and acetaminophen,” he said softly.

To hear his words or feel them, that’s what Chaos struggled between. She remembered to nod her consent while considering his voice. It seemed to have a bewitching power. Almost like Grandmother’s. Chaos allowed it to soothe her mind. It would help her to heal quicker. She’d experienced physical discipline so many times, this leg of the procedure was mundane and boring. Mostly because it required her to be still. She was good at it but hated it. And given the extent of the damage, she’d be still far longer than she was accustomed. Her entire body felt three times its size and there wasn’t a place on her that didn’t beg for respite from the pain.

Master had always been an expert at hurting without hitting. And if he chose to hit, he could do it without marking. He could crack without breaking, beat without bruising, bruise without bursting. He could crush the spirit without ever breaking skin or bone. That was his specialty.

To Be Continued........

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Lucian