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RED SOX: Believe!
WARNING: Remember the story is called…
by Phair
Mercy, kind and gentle, rained down on her in the form of droplets; pure, cold water. Her mind spun in sweet relief as her fevered skin cooled when the drops multiplied and turned to wild rivulets across her skin. She shivered as the chilly liquid caressed her body and brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
"Witchi…tai…to…witchi..tai…to…," she heard her own dry voice crack with her effort.
"I'm worried that you're hallucinating already," Commander Esau said with a hint on sadness in his voice, "and still we haven't sweated all the pagan idols never mind songs from your heart."
Kendall forced her eyes open. The sun had moved considerably since she had last been out of the sweat box. Turning her head to the right, she saw Esau kneeling next to her. His face gave the impression he was concerned but she didn't rely on that as a hard fast fact.
"Sorry. Just ranting. I'm confused. Too dry," she coughed to emphasis her point. "I want to be good for you but can't think clearly. Help me. Please, help me."
His expression changed. A grin settled on his lips. His eyes seemed to twinkle as he stared at her.
"You really want my help? Are you sure?"
Kendall nodded.
"Even if I put you back in the sweat box?" His grin turned to a taunting sneer in an instant.
Kendall swallowed hard, "Help me be good. I want to be right to serve you; to serve my Master," she paused a moment to gather her thoughts. "You should put me back in the box."
His sneer faded. Esau drew close and kissed her chapped lips long and hard. Blood trickled from the force he used. When he pulled away, he had tears in his eyes.
"Just a few more hours and we will be together. Before the sun rises tomorrow you will know how to serve me. You will learn how to please your Master."
"Thank you,” she whispered. Thank you, Master."
