The return to work hasn’t being easy. After a whole fortnight of absence, now I have to face my bosses. I have to justify my nonattendance. Of course I have a very good reason for it, but also I have to face the hearing about what started the worst days of my life.

The hospital has to determine if the death of that young patient was unavoidable or was medical negligence and, if that so, who is the responsible. I, as the physician in charge when she died, am the first suspect. I was sure it wasn’t my fault, I did everything in my power to save her life, but I did suspect negligence from other doctors, the ones who treated her in the E.R.

The hearing lasted after midday. My suspicion wasn’t wrong; the hospital board determined, after talking to everyone involved and seeing the autopsy report that the attending doctor on the E.R., had overlook an internal injury. If that bleeding would have been noticed in time the girl would be alive now. When she got into my O.R., was too late to do anything to save her.

When finally I got out of the meeting room I was going crazy, I hadn’t talked or texted pet since I got out of home. I wanted and needed to know how she was. This morning she wasn’t happy that I made her stay in bed all the time, except when it was exceptionally necessary. I knew she was uneasy doing nothing, but she need the time to heal.

I got my phone out and called her. At the first ring, she answered. She sounded glad to hear my voice. “Sorry, pet, that I couldn’t call you earlier. How are you? How are you feeling?” She told me she was fine but bored. She tried to sell me she was perfectly fine to do house chores. “Suzy, pet, I told you no before and my answer hasn’t change”

“But…”

“But nothing Suze, you’re still recovering. You don’t have idea how glad I am that you feel ok, but I won’t risk your health, you know that. If you strain your body you’ll feel it later and your recovery will be longer. When you’re apt to go back to your daily chores I’ll tell you, but till then you will rest. Is that understood?”

She accepted my order, reluctantly. She was too eager to continue our life together; I am too, but I have to make sure she’s completely healed first, and then I have to protect her, from everyone and everything, including me. I know she want me forgive myself for what I did to her but it’ll take a while –a long time– until that happens.

We need to have serious conversations for me to feel comfortable again taking all the responsibilities as her Master. She’s my life and as such, I’ll treat it like the treasure it is.

“I gotta back to work pet, but I’ll talk to you later, ok? I love you”

The rest of the day went by pretty quick, but no quick enough. At the end of the day I was desperate to come back home and give a lot of loving to my beloved pet.

 Say that the search for Suzy search was frustrating is an understatement. Just after Gabe told me everything that happened at the store, I was taking out my cell to talk to the bodyguards I had protecting her, when I got a call from them. Immediately, we went to the crash site, finding one bodyguard dead from the crash, another badly hurt, shot in his chest, probably wouldn’t make it, and the third, the one who called me, had minor injuries. We also found scraped metal all over the street.

As the escort explained what happened, I felt sick to my stomach imagine how afraid Suzy could be in that moment, helpless, and in the middle of that awful accident. My thoughts are broken when I put more attention to the guy’s words.

“She got out of the car and walked towards us… She wasn’t hurt badly, but…”

“She walked towards you?!!” That was what I was hoping for?

“Yes! She crawled out of the car and started to walk to our way but one guy throws her on the floor and knocked her out. His accomplice started to shoot at us while they got another car. That’s when they killed J.C., and got away.”

By that point, I stopped listening. I was about to explode. The police was involved now, but they wouldn’t find anything. If sorcerers where involved, a simple human would overlook the place where they were hiding and see nothing. I was the only chance Suzy had. I was the only one with the power to find her.

Taking the chance to go away, I left. Not before I had to convince, almost fight with Gabe; that he should stay close to police to be my second eyes on them, just in case they found something useful. I went straight home; I needed to be where I was more powerful and in control of my magic; also needed something that belonged to Suzy. She hadn’t left anything, but her collar. In our room, on the night stand, inside a wooden box, there it was. I kept it as a treasured reminder of the happiest time of my life.

Once in the basement, I knelt as customary, with Suzy’s collar wrapped in a string, with a pendulum on the other end, swing freely over the unfold map before me. I chanted repeatedly; just a whispered at first, then I raised my voice until I was shouting. I was using the incantation to find the person of my affection.

The pendulum was moving back and forward, side to side, but never pointing a specific place. I concentrate harder, thinking on Suzy; trying to communicate with her. We never had done it before, not as such a distance, but if what the bodyguard said was true, somehow Suzy had regained some control of herself; probably she could have freed herself in the middle of the chaos.

My pet is so clever that I knew if that happened, she wouldn’t let them know. Maybe she was trying to communicate with me too. I focused just in her and forgot everything else. I let my powers emerged as I hadn’t let them in a long time. I felt as my body strained, heat went through it. The flames of the candles I had lit grew and then faded. I let my mind go beyond my body, looking for her mind.

Several minutes passed until, finally, I got something. It was chaotic, nothing made sense. Only I could feel her fear. The wave of guilt almost made me loose contact, but that wasn’t time to feel pity for me. I concentrated harder.

Then, I saw it all.

I saw the vile things they were doing to her and how she was defending herself. She was using her powers to do it, and that was killing her. Her body and her mind wouldn’t resist much longer and if I didn’t get to her fast enough, I would lose her forever.

With a jolt, my mind returned to my body. I looked down and the pendulum was pointing at the exact location where she was. I ran upstairs and get into my car. I drove fast and furious, heading for the freeway that would take me to Sarcelles. The ones that took Suzy should have took her into a parallel world to keep me to find her; not that would stop me; but only take her out of Paris wasn’t enough for a good hidden place.

When I was half way there, Gabe called me.

“The police found the car they took. It’s near Saint-Denis, they should be close”

“They’re in Sarcelles. I’m almost there”

“Are you sure? Why you didn’t call me? Tell me where and I meet you there”

“I’ll call you when I get her” I hang up and throw my phone away. It kept ringing but I ignored it. I was focused in only two things. Get there and kill all those motherfuckers and save Suzy.

The house, if that it’s how you can call that place, where they were, was old and falling apart. It looked abandoned for years. It was at the northern limit of Sarcelles, far away from the properties around it. Perfect for what they were using it for.

When I got there, four SUVs were parked on front. I was surprised there weren’t guards out there. But I wasn’t complaining, as long as my arrived was unnoticed more the chances I got to accomplish my mission. Silently, I went inside the house. Soon enough, I knew where the guards were. A sorcerer, one of the highest castes of our kind was there, an oracle. They’re very rare and very few. Their words are law. All their prophesies are true. Like the one which says that Suzy and I will have a baby who will save the Witchcraft world.

He was talking. Arguing could be a better way to describe it. That’s was rare. Nobody contradicts an oracle.

Nobody.

In the room were 9 people, most of them afraid of the oracle, except one or two, specially the one who was arguing. “Why didn’t you say that before!” he was saying “Looks like you’re trying to take away my lawful right!”

“I am warning you what will happen if you continue with your plan. I’ve seen if you succeed, then the witches will have right. That child will be our destruction!” 

“I don’t believe that!!” everyone in the room gasped in horror. The oracle was annoyed before, now he was beyond pissed. “You came to me for guidance and I’m giving it to you! Now you don’t listen to me?!”

“You told me that I could be the one of the prophesy. I only needed it to fuck with that whore…”

I almost got in there to kill him. NO ONE call Suzy a whore, except me!!! She’s MY whore!! But deep inside me I knew that soon enough I would have the chance to kill him, I needed to know who else was on this. It was only this Oracle or all of them?

“I told you to fuck her, yes! But I thought you were more resourceful treating women and you didn’t have to use kidnapping and rape as flirting technique!”

The argument continued and I realized this was the perfect opportunity for me to do my entrance. First, I determined who the most powerful sorcerer in there was. I had to control him immediately. Surprise, surprise, it was the SOB who was fighting.

“I think that won’t matter” I said, startling everyone “Cuz, you all will be death!”

All the sorcerers started to attack me, but I had the advantage. Before they could do their moves, with an explosion of energy I had them all, pinning to the floor or the walls. I walked passing next to them, snapping their necks in half, one by one. They all tried to escape me, but with all my powers unleashed they didn’t have any chance.

I left for last the oracle and his pal. Both were afraid, pleading for mercy.

“Where is she?” I asked

“Please, don’t kill me! I tell you, but don’t kill me!!”

“SPEAK!!”

“In the basement, she’s in the basement!! Pleas…” he went quiet when I broke his neck. I took the oracle by his neck, strangling him.

“I should kill you too, even if the murder of oracle is the worst mistake that a sorcerer could make, but I can use you as warning for everyone else. You’ll be the example of what happen when someone messes with what’s MINE!!”

My hands started to heat up, the oracle screamed in pain while my skin burned his face and neck. That would be a burn that never he could heal. Every time he looks at the mirror he’d remember what he did and everyone else will know the betrayal he did to me!

He lost consciousness and I dropped him to the floor. I went to the basement. Now was time for me to be afraid. What if I got there too late? Suzy couldn’t be dead!

“Please, don’t be dead” I walk in and it was exactly as the nightmare I had days before. Suzy was on the floor. Bruised and bloodied. Motionless. I ran towards her and took her in my arms “Suzy, open your eyes. Suzy!” I checked her pulse, it was so slow and faint, but she was alive!!! “I got you, sweetie. You’re safe now” she didn’t move or talk to me. My medical training was telling me that she wasn’t out of danger. I had to take her to the hospital, right away. “Stay with me, Suze. Stay with me! I need you!”

I carried her to my car and take her to the hospital. On the E.R. didn’t let me go with her. I had to wait while they took care of her. After of what seemed centuries to me, the doctor came out and told me she’d have to stay in observation for a few days. I enter to her room. She had an I.V. on her arm, heart monitor and oxygen tube on her nose. Her bruises looked worse now. She looked so fragile, so helpless. I sit on the chair next to the bed and hold her hand waiting for her to wake up.

A nurse came to the room and wished me merry Christmas. I hadn’t realized till then what day it was. I guess that having Suzy here with me could be qualified as a Christmas’ miracle… I don’t know if it is but I’m grateful anyway.

I leaned over her and kissed her temple, whispering for the first time the words I know she was waiting to hear a long time ago. “I love you, Suzy. You’re my life” It felt so good to say it and more have the opportunity to do it. I was complete again. I had all what matter the most to me.

I’m in my office, thinking on Suzy-subz. The house is so quiet, so empty without her. I feel so alone, not knowing to where to go, I’m completely lost without her. I hear noises in the house and, naively, my first thought is that Suzy’s back. Like if that would happen!! Anyway, I go to check out where the sound come from.

I gasp when I see a woman, in a white semitransparent dress, laying on the floor near the door, her back at me and her face looking away,  but I know who is she, I will always know her. “Suzy!!” I run to her, she seems unconscious, I gently roll her on her back.

“Suzy, talk to me, please!” her face is pale, her skin rather cold. She open her eyes as if nothing strange is going on, her stare is hurt, angry. Her lips move but I can’t hear what she is saying. “What? I don’t understand.”

She answer me with a voice so different to hers, deeper, sinister “It’s all your fault!” I close my eyes ashamed. “I know, I’m so sorry!!” Her next words are so angry, they cut me like a knife “You’ve killed me, Nate. You’re the one to blame!”

When I open my eyes, I get breathless. Her face was paler but bloodied and with dark bruises all over it, her dress was ripped into shreds and tainted with blood. “Oh, God!! Suzy, no!!” Her eyes were close, her body completely loose, lifeless. She was dead in my arms. Pain explodes in my chest making me scream at the top of my lungs….

Suddenly I wake up in my office again, with my heart beating 1000 mph, breathless and sweating, it was all a nightmare. No, my mind, my body, my powers tell me that it wasn’t a dream, it was a premonition. I’m getting up when @Gabriel_D_Eath get running into my office. I had been ignoring his calls, I wasn’t in the mood of talk to nobody. “What are you doing here…?” The dream comes to my mind “Suzy!!!”

“NATE!!! Suzy— ” He tells me, yells at me, “Steph was on the on the phone - SHE’S BEEN TAKEN!!”

I dont want to believe those words, but i know they’re true. “WHAT?!!” My vision is taint in red and fury fills my body, I lost control of my powers and the force of them makes the bulbs and all glass objects explode. “WHO TOOK HER?!”

I walk towards Gabe, breathing heavy, with clench fists and morderous intentions.

“We don’t know Nate - She was walking out the door, ignoring Steph, climbed into a car with at least 2 men - Steph thinks she was under the influence of some sort of mind control - Nate - fuck - we’ve got to find her…you gotta calm down so we can find her”

I do my best effort to keep my head calm, I breath several times, thinking that only me can help Suzy. I’ll let out my fury on those who took her. When I find them, they won’t have much time to regret their decision. I’ll kill each and every one who dared to put a finger on her. I make a silent promise to her “I’ll find you, not matter if i have to put the earth upside down to do it. I wil find you”

Look at Gabe.

“Let’s go…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

suzy-subz:

PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF: I am Susanne McSween, Suzy to friends, pet to one. I am an independent, confident, and successful business woman.  I am also the natural heir to the throne of Witches. I am also a submissive in Training. A Prophecy told that I would meet and mate a powerful Sorcerer and we would have a child who would end the days of witches. Not so cool for the witches, huh? Of course, the Sorcerers have the same prophecy except for one tiny detail – our child would be the Saviour of all Magics.  Well, the witches got pretty pissy and bound my powers rendering them pretty useless. In doing so half went crazy with madness at the amount of magic needed to be used to perform the binding and half died. This made them more pissy and the crazies tried to murder me.  I barely got away from them and since then have lived in isolation, keeping myself to myself and being careful. Well. That was until I met Dr Nate Aughty. After having a motorbike accident and bashing up my arm real good, I had to go to the hospital and had the unfortunate –laughs- luck of meeting the most arrogant, unfriendly doc in the place.  He turned into my lover –funny how that works out- and then he became my Master. He started to train me to be his submissive, his pet, his slave, HIS. It was after I started my training that I found out he was a Sorcerer. THE sorcerer from the Prophecy. Well, that started a whole heap of trouble – and it was more important than ever to keep my identity a secret. Training was difficult, eyeopening and –grins- interesting. But then the murder attempts started once the cat was out of the bag that I was alive and living with a Sorcerer. The threat was supposed to be eliminated by Nate (Master). Things seemed to be going well.  However, the other night, and completely out of his character, my Master beat the crap out of me for no reason. Not punishment or discipline. Pure anger and violence. I left him. It broke my heart. Going back to my old life was meant to be a fresh start. Little did I know that the threat had never left me – Nate didn’t eliminate it – and now I find myself abducted by masked men in the back of their car, my mind being controlled by them – I’m helpless, alone and in danger.  And there is no one to help save me.

suzy-subz:

@Dr_N_Aughty DIARY OF A TRAINEE SUBMISSIVE – DAY 37

I was still on a high after such a good day yesterday and the day passed quite quickly. My master had returned to work after taking off the last few weeks to protect me from the murder attempts, but now that he had – as he put it – eliminated the threat (didn’t ask, don’t want to know) – he felt safe enough to leave me alone and go back to work.

I could tell he’d had a busy day because usually I get lots of random texts from him throughout his shift, but today I had received nothing since early morning, but knowing that he was due home soon, I knelt in my obedient position, back straight, knees spread, arms behind my back and head lowered awaiting his return.  I heard his car pull up on the drive and the crunch of gravel as he made his way through the front door.  As soon as he locked the door, I started to crawl over to him, my daily ritual was to greet my Master by ‘worshipping his cock’ – a duty I enjoyed almost as much as my Master did.  But as I reached him and put my hand on his belt to unfasten it, he pushed my hand away telling me to stop.   I was confused.  He has never done that before.  Never. He said that he was going to the bedroom and stormed off, not telling me to move, nor telling me to join him.

Did I stay where I was? Did he want me to follow him?  This had never happened before! Deciding that my wily clever Master must be doing this as part of my training – after all, he had told me that my training was going to get harder since I’d completed my first Phase. Deciding that was definitely why he was behaving so out of character, I stayed in position – I have learned the hard way that I was only to do as I was instructed to by my Master and as he didn’t tell me to follow him I should be a good pet and wait.

After the longest time, I heard my master yelling for me, wanting to know what the hell I was doing still down in the hallway. “I .. You.. I wasn’t given permission to move or told to follow Master, I apologise” I quickly crawled to the staircase and practically ran up the stairs to kneel at his feet – confusion increasing and annoyed at myself for getting it wrong – again. “I apologise Master”.  But instead of his usual calm, patient –and yes, often patronising- tone, he spoke low, menacing – telling me apologies didn’t mean anything and that I was to tell him what was going to happen next. I jumped a little at his harsh tone, gulping as my throat went dry, my heart sinking to my stomach “I should be disciplined Master, so that I learn from my mistake” Thinking to myself -what mistake? –my mind racing, replaying everything- but obviously I’ve done something really wrong, cos he never gets this cross with me for something trivial.  Shouting at me now, telling me that mistakes will no longer be tolerated and that I know where I should be – the Dungeon, I walk quickly downstairs and crawl to the rooms, with my master walking behind me, my body shaking – with pure fear. I can’t understand what is happening, why my master is being so mean, but I can feel his anger around me, suffocating and intense.

I knelt in the middle of the room, shaking, trying to make some sense of all of this when my Master chooses a thick leather belt and looks at me, sneering, asking me if I had any complaints.  knowing that you always told me to be honest with you in all things I answered hesitantly “yes, yes there is Master…please tell me what I have done to make you so angry with your pet. I am unsure how I have upset you so much - I …I wasn’t given permission to move Sir…I can’t learn from my discipline unless I understand why i’m being punished - isn’t that what you always tell me?” my voice was hushed, body trembling as the atmosphere in the room was sucked out by his anger.

This seemed to increase his fury and he called me terrible names, accusing me of being lazy and useless and that I knew that I should always be in the bedroom when he is there – must have missed that bloody memo because this rule was new to me.  I open my mouth about to argue back, and then quickly close it – he’s in enough of a bad fucking mood without me giving him an open invitation to beat me. “Yes, of course Master, I understand” Like crap I do, but my self-preservation instincts kick in and shut me the hell up.

He yanked me up off the floor by my hair and shoved me onto the table, bending me over and trying my hands tight to the other end so quickly and violently I didn’t have time to register the pain as he told me I was to shout out each strike of the leather belt and if I didn’t it would add one more strike each time.

And with that he started to beat me. Not punish. Not discipline. He whacked the leather belt over and over onto the skin on my thighs as I cried and begged and pleaded for mercy.  All fell on deaf ears as he hit me harder and harder, ignoring me when I called out my safeword – this was no training. He was hitting me with such force and determination, as though he wanted me to suffer, wanted me to know how much he hated me. I was no longer pet. I was becoming victim. The HELL I was – I would NEVER again be someone’s victim – I’d suffered enough at the hands of my Coven and had earned the RIGHT never to have anyone do this to me again – my own anger and spite rising to meet his. How FUCKING DARE he treat his pet like this – had I not done everything he asked. Endured more than others had – he had told me again and again this…and yet the beating meted out now for what – for WHAT?!

On and on the violence went, I was blinded by my own tears and the pain was too much to bear – until all of a sudden it stopped and I was being released from the bindings.  He moved away from me as though I was some kind of diseased animal - as though I was dirty and despised, and he dismissed me to the bedroom.  I crawled out of the room in disgrace, my body bruised and bloodied, every movement agony as I tried to negotiate my way through the house, my sobs heavy, my breathing irregular as my mind turned on itself. Somehow I managed to get into the room and I crawled to the far corner, curled up into myself hugging my knees, trying to make myself invisible, as small as can, petrified at what might be in store for me now. Why do he hate me. Why did he hurt me so much. What have I done?

I held my breath as I heard him enter the bedroom, I was cowering in the corner, squeezing my eyes tight – thinking to myself ‘please don’t hurt me please don’t hurt me’.

He stood over me, showing me our Contract in his hand.  His voice was as broken and shaken as my abused body - as he told me I should rip it up before I left.  That he was sorry and knew I would want to leave. He sounded so contrite, guilty – and so he bloody well should.  But I couldn’t bring myself to rip it up - not yet. But I knew I couldn’t stay “you…you were meant to protect me. You were supposed to keep me from harm. I never NEVER signed up for this Nate” my voice was soft at first, but I found the gumption to stand up for myself the more I talked “what you did…that violence you reigned on me - no, Nate, I can’t stay” I got up up off of the floor, walking past him “I’m leaving you Nate. I don’t want to see you ever again!” Holding back a sob I held my head high as I took off my slave collar and threw it at his feet, walking out the room to dress and pack as quickly as I could.

I summoned all the courage I had and took heavy leaden steps to the door with my suitcase. He didn’t even try to plead with me - ask me to stay – he didn’t even look at me. I meant THAT little to him - and that’s the thing that killed me the most. I’m disposable, replaceable. I’m nothing - was never anything - to him other than a project. A hobby.

My heart breaks as I climbed into the back of the taxi and gave my home address…looking out from the taxi window, as it pulled away from his house, praying he’d come running down the drive begging me not to leave….and the tears fell heavy down my face as the cab turned out the drive and headed into the busy traffic.

It’s over.