Page 55 of Letters to the Lost

“Yeah Princess. I’d love to teach you, if that’s ok?”

“It’s perfect,” I launch myself at him and wrap myself around him, “Thank you.”

Pulling back, I kiss him, his firm lips against mine making me lose myself in it.

“Come on Princess, otherwise I’ll tie you up and show you my other talents that aren’t fighting,” he growls, his deep timbre voice making me shiver in excitement.

I want him to show me these talents, to tie me up and get lost in one another the rest of the day.

A small squeak slips from my lips as his large hand connects with my ass, a breathy moan following when he does it again to the other side. Wetness floods my panties, making me want to climb him and ride him right here, fuck the training.

With a ragged groan, Zander lifts me from his lap “No Princess, I want to train with you. But trust me we’ll continue this later,” he promises as he stands and makes his way to the door, slightly leaning around the frame into the hallway and grabbing a paper bag with a store’s logo on the front of it.

“What’s that?” I curiously ask, trying to figure out what store the logo is from but it’s none that I know.

“This Princess is your new workout gear.” He tips the bag upside down and dumps the clothes onto my bed.

A black and teal tie-dye pair of yoga pants and a matching teal sports bra with a zipper that nestles between my breasts, makes me squeal with excitement.

“Did you choose this?” I look up at Zander, my breath getting caught in my throat at the smile on his face, his eyes filled with love as he watches me gush over the outfit he chose for me.

“I did, do you like it?”

“I love it, thank you so much!” I say as I stretch up on my tiptoes and kiss him, my lips only grazing his stubbled jaw.

“Go get changed, Princess. I’ll meet you downstairs,” He instructs, kissing me on the forehead before he leaves my room. Nanook follows behind him, hoping to beg for some scraps from him.

Quickly changing into my new outfit, I don my Nike trainers and throw my hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of my face. I can’t help but admire my body for the first time ever, my curves have filled out now, my breasts are fuller and I have hips now. I have a slight pouch in my stomach, but I can’t help but feel happy with the sight. For the first time in my life, I’m not seeing bones when I look at my reflection, I look healthy.

Making my way downstairs, I pause on the last step. Nanook and Zander are stuck in a battle of wills in a game of tug of war, Nanook's bushy white tail wagging furiously as they play.

A happy Parzival comes bounding over to me, his leash dragging behind him across the wooden floor.

“Did you have a good walk, baby?” I coo at him, as I crouch down, unclipping the leash and scratching behind his black floppy ears.

I never expected to come home from the program to another dog, but I’m not complaining about it.

Parzival very much became my dog that day, the bond we have developed unconsciously has turned him into my fiercest protector. Nanook is a man’s dog, always seeking attention from them even while I’m in the room. Parzival on the other hand will not leave my side, comforting me when the panic takes hold of me and bringing me out of my thoughts when they spiral into darker ones when the demons try to take over and consume me.

“He had a great walk, he got a little agitated as we walked past the gate, super fixated on one specific area. I’ve already sent men to investigate.”

“Think it was something to worry about?” I ask Sebastian, a tremor in my hands the only thing giving away the fear that is coursing through my body, as I stand to my full height.

A whine from Parzival as he presses against my legs, has my hand stroking softly over his head, he doesn’t move even as Zander drags me into his arms trying to comfort me while they assure me that I’m safe.

“We don’t have to train today Princess,” Zander says, my face pressed into his chest, his heartbeat soothing me further.

A warm presence at my back blankets me in comfort as Sebastian boxes in behind me. The little cocoon they have created soothes the oncoming panic attack.

“He’s right, Sunshine,” Sebastian's breath skates across the exposed skin of my shoulders. “You can just rest today.”

“No, I need to do this. I’m sick of feeling weak. I need this. To feel like I’m capable of defending myself instead of turning into a cowering mess anytime someone so much as raises their voice at me,” I rant, angry tears burning my vision as I remember how weak Jane made me feel every time she used me as her punching bag. When she sent strange men to my room, allowing them to violate me, to take yet another thing from me just for some cash.

“Sunshine.” Sebastian turns me, reaching to wipe the tears from my face, attempting to soothe me.

I can’t take it.

If I let them soothe me, I’ll stay home, and I won’t learn to defend myself. Will be so dependent on others for my safety that I’ll be useless.

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