The Uninvited Guest

Beatrix's P.O.V.

My legs were limp noodles beneath me, even hours after my punishment had ended. Bastian had been kind and loving. He drew me a bath, rubbed me down with lotion, carried me downstairs, and sat me at the dining room table with a glass of water.

I watched him closely. Every move he made as he worked around the kitchen to cook us some food was so fluid. Bastian was so calm and relax