At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter Ten (Zyan)

When I got to my house, I didn't think much of what to do. My reasoning only turned on one thing: Don't let her die of hypothermia, I needed to warm her up. Despite the resources I used to bring back her normal temperature, the most beautiful and innocent girl remained with a pale face. I needed to do something urgently, lose her when I got her so close, it wasn't an option. Even if I need to find a community with advanced technologies in another plant, able to bring it to life again.

"Thomas, call Doctor Germano, tell him to come here and without delay— I order carrying in my arms until then my strange perdition. I do not expect the answer and promptly walk towards my room aiming at the bathroom.

Carrying her is no sacrifice, she is as light as a feather, perhaps it is a characteristic of angels. My unnamed angel was still unconscious while the hot water occupied the whole tub. "A hot tub will be enough for an hour.—Even though you had it in my hands, touching her, not the way I wanted, and not in those circumstances, it didn't seem wrong her there, in my arms, it's like she belonged to them, to me. She's definitely my ideal prey. However, taking off the pieces of his clothes, unraveling every part of his skin, until then secret to me, seemed wrong. Her supposedly immaculate skin should be revealed to me by her, with her consent, with her thin little fingers sliding through the tissues that cover her body, while I have all the attention of her beautiful blue eyes craving me.

Even though it seems impossible, I try only to focus on your face, recording every detail like the few twill on your face, in which each dot refers me to a braille map, which I will soon decipher, explore and venture. With her only in underwear, I decide not to totally break the barrier of her nudity, leaving her with such pieces.

"At the right time angel, I'll have you naked in my arms," I tell her, even if she doesn't listen. I take off my shoes and go into the tub with her, positioning her in the middle of my legs, with her back on my torso. The water was perfect, gradually your body becomes warmer, your fingers got back blood circulation.

Gradually she would go back to being her.

With the perception of changing the temperature of the water I leave the tub carrying it and covering it with a towel. As a presupposition,

the water descends like a waterfall through my clothes creating a path from the bathroom to the bedroom. I gently put her in my bed as if at any wrong move she was going to break.

My fragile angel.

"I'll be right back," I say by planting a kiss on his forehead. I can only be crazy. Kissing the forehead of an unconscious girl. "What are you doing to me angel?",— It's more of a rhetorical question, it's not like I'm waiting for an answer.

I go back to the bathroom i remove all the clothes attached like a second skin from my body, pick up a dry towel my hair and then use a second to dry my body. Properly dry I leave the bathroom wrapping in a towel, if it was at another time, one in which the girl in my bed, was unconscious right after the relaxation of some orgasms, I would not be using anything to cover me, she would wake up and see me totally naked, she would have the sight of my c**k excited at the sight of her shyness illustrated by the rosy cheeks at the same time that her eyes devourme me, in which she begs with the look to have me inside her, to her the only way I know, hard.

Unfortunately this is not the time, and as such I owe her respect even if unconscious. I may be a bastard, but I still have a remnant of respect, and I use him sometimes. And she apparently deserves my respect, until she proves otherwise, she'll have it. I'm going to go down to the closet and put on some sweatpants and a short-sleeved blouse. As I be back in the room looking at the vision I have in bed, I feel no carnal desire, but strangely the flowering of a desire to take care of her. With the thought that she can't get wet and practically naked, I call Antonia, the lady who runs the house. Antonia lives in the house intended for the servants, however only she, her husband Paul, the gardener and the son live in the house.

"Antonia, come to my room. I'm asking you not to take too long” — I'll tell you as soon as she answers.

I'm going, Mr. Lamart, with your answer, I'm calling you... It won't take three minutes and I hear three knocks on the door.

"Enter— I order. Antonia opens the door and soon has in his vision the girl in my bed. She looks at my face with confusion and says:

"Sir, what can I do for you?

"The sequest and the view, you can pick up any clothes from my closet. Take good care of her, Antonia.

"Yes, sir... Can I ask you a question?- she asks, she knows I hate meddling in my personal life.

"Say!

"What's she got? Is she all right, sir?— she questions with her eyes inspecting the girl.

"No, but it's going to be — that's my only answer, she's my maid, and as such you don't need to know everything, just what I want you to know. I'm going to give you guys some privacy, I'm going to be back- I keep saying it and I'm leaving them alone.

As soon as i go into the living room to give Antonia the time necessary, Thomas walks through the door with the Germano. And now with the clearest mind, without the presence of the almost icy girl in my arms, I remember that even though Germano is one of the best doctors in the country, he is a man and I don't want any male species around her, looking at her, touching her, not even imagining her. She's mine, masculine looks on her are forbidden. Just thinking about someone breaking that rule, I feel the sensation of my blood warming all over my body, but I control myself, she needs the best care.

"Mr. Lamart, Doctor Germano is here as a request," says Thomas announcing the "guest."

"Mr. Lamart, I am in the ore. Do you feel anything? What can I do for you?”— questions the doctor checking me up and down in order to find something that points out what's wrong with me.

"Thomas, I’m dismissed," I continue—Germano, please follow me.— I don't answer him as he wanted, leaving in his eyes the mistrust mixed with curiosity. I don't look back when I start my steps, I know he comes after, people are used to following my instructions without question. When I get to my bedroom door, I knock on it as a way to warn Antonia that I'm going in. She knows it's me for just being allowed in and hers, because she's responsible for organizing the room.

"Wait here," I say looking at Doctor Germano who is positioned a few feet behind me. As expected he just settled down.

The first sight I have is of the young woman in my bed wearing a sweatshirt and a black sleeve blouse. One of the best visionI've ever had in my life. My favorite will be when she's in my room, in my bed, asleep, with her blond hair mirrored by the bed and my chest, and after I wake up earlier than her, I watch her sleep enjoying every detail of her body, and after a few seconds of delight, she wakes up and with a shy look and smile looks at me, recalling all the sin we committed in that room, the place that is witness to our lust, of its innocence, of my malice, of our mixture. I swing my head to ward off these bizarre thoughts, I'm not a man who sleeps in a conchinha, I don't make love, I'm not a patient who keeps watching someone sleep.

"Girl, are you an angel or a sorceress?—this question I leave only so I can answer in a while.

"Antonia may leave and ask Germano to come in. Good night!

"Good night, Lord... She's a very pretty young woman, she looks like a sleeping angel.

"Yes, my angel— whisper with my eyes on the bed. I hear a pigarrear in the room.

"Mr. Lamart?", says Germano.

"This is the person who needs your medical care.

"If I may like to know what happened to her,"I take my gaze away from her by swerve to the direction where he is and I don't like what I see. Germano is looking at my girl's body not as a doctor, but with the look of desire. "Wretched, she's mine. Don't look at what's mine like that, don't wish for what's mine.— my animal instinct screams in my mind, so furiously that I almost say it out loud.

"Keep your gaze to her, if I won't have the displeasure of tearing out your eyes, Doctor Germano."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zyan," he says, almost by snare his pants.

"Let this not happen again, I will not allow it to go unpunished if there is a second time. "Germano with his eyes wide with fear by the warning settled positively.— What you should know is that I found her covered in the snow, almost dying from the cold and to warm her i put her in the bathtub with hot water for a few minutes.

Your attitude was correct, Mr. Lamart. It probably saved her life.— he says, walking near the bed— Can I examine her?—she questions her fear when a warning growl not to get so close comes out of my lips.

"Be quick—he goes to her and listens to her heart and lung. Then he checks his pupils with a flashlight, when he gets the answer from what he saw, he removes his lips with a toothpick similar to that of the popsive and also with the flashlight on analyzes the throat. Germano fits a device in her ear, which I believe is a thermometer while analyzing her fingers. The device beeps a few times and I have the answer to the menear of your head. Next he goes to his feet checking him and squeezing his fingers, finally checks his wrist and looks in my direction.

"Well, Mr. Zyan Lamart, this young lady is still a little low, but nothing so troubling. Just keep it warm that the temperature will normalize.

"All right. What else?

"She's dehydrated, I'm going to put her in the serum, that way I'll be here for a few more hours for the retreat. And I'll also have it in the morning to collect some of her blood for more detailed tests.

It's all right. Go ahead—he promptly prepares everything and puts the serum on a hook found on the wall, which I hadn't even noticed.

"All right, sir. I'll hope to give you time in your office.

"I know I called you in the middle of the night, so you can stay in one of the guest rooms, and when you finish your work, feel free to go.

"I'll take the offer, Mr. Zyan," he says, smiling without showing his teeth.

I'll take you to the room, let's go — I'll leave you at the fourth door after my room, not far away if there's an emergency and not too close to it.

"Lord," he says as I take two steps to return to my room. I stop and turn towards him seeing him with two lines between his eyebrows of thick, tousled threads.

Where did the Lord find her? She looks like she's been through a rough patch. The young woman is thin, as if she didn't see food in time.— Pause—Someone kept her in captivity?— she says by turning her gaze away from mine.

"Good night, Germano- I don't answer it." He must remember his place, the place of the one who serves me... In the bedroom I cover with a blanket my innocent and beautiful girl.

"I'll take care of you, my wounded angel!"— I say touching your blond threads scattered across the bed. I let her rest, and I sit in the armchair next to the bed, looking at her, protecting her from herself, from me and from the world.