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My wrist was burning and something stank of sweat. My head was pounding violently and something was seriously burning me. Am I in hell? I found myself trying to hold tears in because the pain was so profound. I even bit my tongue to keep from screeming out in pain. Despite the horrible pain in my body, I moved my head from side to side as if to wake myself up from a nightmare. I peeled my eyes open then immediately shut them tight, squinting away from the light of a bedside lamp in my face. I thought I was supposed to be dead. After a few more agonising seconds, I tried again, slowly opening my sand papery eyelids.
There was a black cloth tied around my wrist but it was no ordinary cloth. It had what appeared to be bones and feathers and weird looking beads poorly sewn onto it and it appeared to be stained in blood. The sight of it made me sick and I struggled to get my head to the edge of the bed to spew the contents of my stomach across my bedroom floor and somehow managed to do so without messing the bed too much. Warm liquid began seeping through my nose and ears and I moved my heavy hand to touch my nose and instantly regretted it as soon as I saw that it was blood but had something else in it; a black chunks that looked like clots. I screamed out in terror and pain, heavy hand shaking. I tried to remove the black cloth from my wrist but it only burned more when I touched or tampered with the thing. I could feel the pain spreading to my upper arm now, invisible flames hungrily licking at my flesh, singing hairs. It was torturous. And I felt like it had been going on for hours. The pain soon got to my neck and ears, I felt like my ears were burned so badly they were going to break off and crumble onto the bedding like burnt cookies.
Master then entered the room. I forced my aching body to cooperate and turn away from him, it hurt me so much that I was momentarily blinded and I could swear that the friction had peeled my skin right off.
"For fuck's sake, you're going to play victim right now?" He sighed.
I said nothing in return, just bit my tongue and shut my eyes, hot blood oozing from my nose and ears and onto the pillow, insides churning in indescribable pain, bile still burning my throat. My entire body now shook, writhing and burning everywhere.
"Say you're sorry and I'll make it stop." Master said. I said nothing still. He sighed and then walked around the bed and sat down, making it so I was facing him. "You're complicating things." He gently touched my face, his cold fingertips soothing me slightly. No, no, no. Don't touch me.
"Jamaica...?" He said softly. I opened my teary eyes to meet his solemn gaze. Master blinked twice then sighed again before reaching out to touch the wretched thing he'd put on my wrist. He closed his eyes and whispered something that sounded like another language and then quickly untied the thing. The burning stopped immediately, like a weight lifted off my shoulders. My stomach then clenched suddenly and I projectile vomited a black chucky liquid all over the bed, the floor and master's bare feet. The vile taste of the stuff clung to my taste buds and my stomach still seemed to be trying to strangle itself by the time I had realised what I had done. Eyes widened in realisation, I struggled to mumble my apologies to master.
"Relax, I'm not mad." He said simply while getting up from the disgusting bed. "I'll leave so you can clean yourself up. I'll come get you in 20 minutes." I gave him a questioning look that he ignored.

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Despite the spinning room, wobbly knees and acidic taste in my mouth, I was able to shower and brush my teeth. I had been putting on a hoodie when master came back.
"You need to eat." He stated.
"I'm not hungry." I mumbled, my voice was so small, so raspy, I struggled to identify it as my own.
"Doesn't matter." He replied as he placed his hand on the small of my back, an action I didn't appreciate. Master proceeded to lead me out of my room and into his room.
"You're gonna have to spend a few nights in here while I organise for someone to clean your room." He finalised.
"But there's other rooms..." I said with my voice lowered, and slightly defensive. I was so uncomfortable about sharing a room with my master and all the pressure was giving me heart palpitations and making me light headed.
"Just relax." He whispered, his arms moving to massage my shoulders. I recoiled instantly, stepping away from him.
"I don't want to be part of any of these games."
"Don't know what you're talking about." He sighed.
"You want me dead one minute, then you want me to suffer the next, then you want me intimately and now I'm so confused. I can't do this. Not knowing whether you're going to let me help you or you're going to kill me-"
"I'm not going to kill you, I don't want to." He cut me off.
"But you almost did..."
"Ahhh." He raised a long finger to my face as if to shush me. "Almost... I didn't."
I scoffed and turned to walk towards my room even though I really didn't want to go back in there and my head was pounding.
"Hey..." He grabbed my upper arm. "Just come eat and then rest up." I gave him a nervous glance before accepting his offer and following him into his room.
"Sit." Master gestured towards the bed. The soft black carpet tickled my bare feet as I slowly made my way there, uncertainty and nervousness weighing me down as I took each step. Sitting down meant that I was going to stay for a while and the thought of staying in there any longer petrified me. Sitting at the very edge of the mattress with my back straight as a ruler, legs clamped shut and hands on my laps, master gave me an exasperated look.
"I won't hurt you, loosen up." He said while brought me a bowl with what smelled like soup in it. It was soup. Master then sat beside me, his long fingers then travelling through his dark curls.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, voice cracking due to exhaustion and frustration I'd held in for too long. The smell of the soup made me sick and bile rose to my throat once again. I shoved the soup away and covered my mouth in case I would blow chunks all over again. Master watched me cautiously.
"Just drink it." He said, I could tell he was irritated and trying not to force feed me because his face was slightly contorted in the odd way it always was whenever I did something that annoyed him. I took the steaming broth and quickly took three gulps of it before shoving it into master's hands. The stuff burned my tongue but I guess it didn't matter because I found myself rushing to the bathroom and throwing it all up into the toilet. Master was right beside me the whole time even holding my undone hair out of the way and rubbing my back.
Four times, I kept throwing up. I just couldn't keep anything down, not even juice or water. It was horrible.
"I don't want to try eat anything anymore." I mumbled at the brink of bursting out into tears as I brushed my teeth.
"Okay..."Master sighed, looking down at his hands. He'd been running around trying to get me to eat an assortment of things from the fridge for the past hour or so and seemed genuinely panicked and concerned I guess.
"I'll get you a doctor then." He stated, reaching into his pocket for his phone.
"In the middle of the night?" His face fell.
"Why not?"
"I just want to be left alone tonight, please."
"Tomorrow morning." He took a couple of deep breaths before continuing.
"I'm so fucking sorry..." he sighed, rubbing his face. I froze. He's apologising??? To me??? I couldn't even say anything, I didn't think I even knew what to say or how to react just then.
"Say something..." He whispered lowly.
"Do you mean it?" I inquired after an awkward stretch of silence.
"Yes." He said without hesitation. I nodded in acknowledgement as I leaned against the sink for support for fear of falling face down and giving myself a head injury because the room started spinning again and I felt increasingly weak.
"You need to rest..." Master mentioned when he noticed what I had done. "You can stay with me if you like..." He continued.
"No thank you, master... I'll sleep in the spare room."
"But I need to be able to monitor you... Check that you're getting better."
"I'll be fine..." I mumbled as I tightened my fist behind me due to the pain in my stomach.
"What if you won't, Jamaica?"
"I'll be fine." I repeated, looking him in the eye. His eyes were sunken, I noticed.
I let go of the porcelain sink and immediately lost my balance and master was, of course, quick to catch me. He effortlessly carried me bridal style out of the  bathroom and onto his bed.
"I don't want to sleep here..." I protested.
"Well, how the fuck am I supposed to keep an eye on you?"
"I'll be fine on my own." I really did want to be left alone, I wasn't used to my masters hurting me and then apologising and pretending to care. It was all too overwhelming and my sickness only stood to make it worse. I slowly sat up and tried to focus enough to be able to stand up and walk, master could tell that this was proving to be very difficult for me and decided to help me. He put my arm over his shoulders and escorted me to Amber's old room but stopped at the door.
"It would be so much easier if you just stayed with me tonight." Master whispered as he sandwiched me between himself and the mahogany door.
"I'll be just fine by myself... Always have been." I muttered. How many times would I have to tell him that I can take care of myself? Master took my face in his palms.
"Come stay with me."
"No, thank you." Why would I want to spend a night in the same room as the person who'd tried to kill me?
"You're pale and your temperature has skyrocketed, there's no need to complicate things here, Jamaica." He moved closer.
"I will manage." I stepped back, willing the door to open. Master leaned down and lightly pressed his lips to mine, his lips felt exhilarating on mine but I knew what he was trying to do.
"I'm not familiar with having to convince a woman to come sleep in my bed." He breathed against my lips. I went weak in the knees and everything began spinning tenfold. Heart beating in my throat, I turned my head to the side. I was suddenly so angry. How dare he expect me to "come sleep in his bed" just because?
"Shit." He sighed. "What now?"
"Nothing, I just want to go and sleep." I snapped and then regretted it.
"Tell me." He spoke sternly as he looked into my eyes.
"I'm not going to follow you into you room." I muttered.
"Okay..."
"I'm not like those other girls that'd do anything for such." I said as I weakly waved my hands around in his direction.
"I figured..." He said more to himself. "You're angry at me?"
"Yes." He sighed again at my response.
"Then I should go... I'm sending a doctor for you first thing in the morning. I probably won't be around... Work..." He seemed so torn as he awkwardly told me these things. "I just want you to know..." he continued. "I never ever want to hurt you like this ever again, those few hours while you were unconscious were agonising. I mean it. I feel terrible about what I've done to you." He then turned around and left me standing there, mouth agape and holding on to the door to stay upright.