True Surrender (Closed for MsAmative)

[LucianDevine]

Aaron's life started, truly started, when he turned eighteen. In his own mind he was finally free. He and a couple of his friends had gone out clubbing. It was at their last club of the night when he saw her. She was older than him, that much he knew, but it didn't detract away from how beautiful she was. Her name was Diana. She had long black hair, black like his, her eyes a deep green, a counter to his own blue gaze. The two hit it off like they were meant to be together.

It wasn't until later, back at Diana's house, a surprisingly large and stunning estate, that Aaron learned the truth about her. She was a domme, and had been looking for a submissive. He'd been creeped out at first, but the idea had intrigued him, but only because it was for her. Over the next year, Diana showed him the joys of submission. He'd quickly moved in with her, becoming naught but her full time submissive.
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Aaron had been on a business trip with his mistress for several months, but been sent home two days before her to make sure that all the utilities were on, shopping done, and that everything was ready for her when she returned home. Nothing could have prepared him for what happened when he got home, though. He pulled the car into the garage, took the groceries out of the trunk, and entered the house through the side door. He was in the process of putting the groceries away when he heard a board creek. The sound confused him, because nobody lived here except for his mistress and himself. When he turned his head to try and see what made the sound, though, he felt a sharp blow to the side of his head before everything went black.

Aaron wasn't sure how long he was unconscious, but eventually a constant throbbing pain in his head eventually woke him up. He groaned in pain as he tried to figure out where he was and what had happened to him.

 

[MsAmative]

The flight from Tokyo to New York seemed to stretch on for ages for Diana, regardless of her plush surroundings in business class. Alone and still for the first time in months she couldn’t help but think back to everything that had happened to get her here. Her accomplishments in the last 15 years were impressive, the reality far surpassing what she dreamed her career would be when she graduated college. A chance meeting with an executive ended up bringing her directly into the fold of one of the largest consulting groups in the east coast, her position funding her graduate studies helping her easily climb the proverbial ladder.

As she leaned forwards to grab her phone she couldn’t help but think about what awaited her at home, Aaron. Truly, Aaron’s presence in her life was the biggest blessing. Their meeting almost seemed cliche. Bored and alone while on a job she went to a club that the concierge had recommended. While far from something she’d usually do, she decided to check it out anyway. When Aaron had actually approached she almost wondered if it was a joke. Sure, she looked good for her age, her skin not yet giving away her 36 years of age and her figure was lean despite the endless travel, late nights and often indulgent food. Her long straight black hair framed her face, and her deep jade eyes contrasted beautifully with her olive skin. At 5’6 she was comfortably between short and tall, allowing her to fit easily no matter where in the world work had taken her. By most definitions she was undoubtedly beautiful, but she had long stopped dreaming of happily ever after. Finding someone who could deal with her traveling was hard enough. Finding someone that was willing to give her control of everything? Submit to her darkest desires? That alone seemed near impossible, clearly it seemed she would never find both. Somehow fate had other plans that night, revealing everything she had hoped to find in a vessel she never considered. When they hit it off she had expected her sexual tastes to drive him away, but he surprised her. The last year was filled with so many memories as they explored the world and each other.

She was surprised when her messages to Aaron inflight received no response. He had yet to respond to her for what seemed like ages after he called and left her a message to let her know he got to the airport safe and sound. She brushed it off easily at first. He had left two days earlier, endured the same long and exhausting flight. She could not deny him some rest, and the time difference made it more complicated. It had been about a day since he arrived home, surely he should have gotten back to her by now. She pushed the worry to the back of her mind, but the uneasiness it brought still chewed at the edges leaving her increasingly anxious as the hours wore on.

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Meanwhile back in New York


“Come ON Jim!” Mack said as he climbed over the large privacy fence that separated the perimeter of the home in front of them from the wildlife park that spread out for miles. Their car was easily hidden behind some bushes off a side road, which would easily cover them from any random person that would happen to drive by. They skittered up the back wall, hoping to draw as little attention as possible - although they knew there was no one home to notice. They had scoped out this place for weeks, empty for months they knew this would be their easiest target yet. The had been watching the surrounding subdivisions for weeks, managing several heists across the neighborhood. This one? This one should be the easiest yet. A quick circle around the house confirmed it. The house was dark and still and it only took them a moment to decode the electronic garage door opener. The inside cover of the garage gave them all the time they needed to decode the electronic lock and ease their way inside before quickly moving upstairs to search for small valuables, their goal for this trip. When they searched the bonus room over the garage Mack couldn’t help but be exhilarated as he opened drawer after drawer..

“Wow, it’s like bondage disneyland in here. I might just have to come back and take some for my own personal collection. Surely this bitch can’t miss it, look at all this crap!” Mack said excitedly.

“SHIT Mack, I think that’s a car in the drive!” Jim spat as distant sound of an engine caught his attention as the SUV made its way up the driveway. “Hurry, let’s get downstairs and book it before they realize what is going on.” Jim said. By the time the car stopped in the garage the pair were pressed up against the wall of the downstairs family room. A large arch and expansive blank space stood between them and escape, both to the front door which laid almost straight ahead and even more space to cross without cover to return out through the garage. They waited in silence as Aaron punched his code into the lock, reopening the door which had automatically locked behind Jim & Mack when they arrived. Sadly, Jim couldn’t quite decide if the new occupant unloading items into the kitchen was a blessing or a curse as they waited to see if they would be discovered.

It seemed as though Mack had made his own determination as Jim pondered the situation. After several slow minutes passed Mack made a rash decision, swiftly grabbing a heavy earthen vase off a nearby shelf before heading to the edge of the wall. After hesitation for only a split second to ensure that their currently unidentified man was not looking in their direction he bolted through the hallway and into the kitchen, only a slightly loose wooden board giving away his movement. In the end, Mack was faster, swinging the vase with all his might towards the back of the man’s head before he could even think about turning around. Knocked unconscious, Aaron slumped quickly to the ground.

“Hey Jim, this is that guy from the photos in the hall, and from that kinky torture chamber up there. Quick get his feet, let's get him upstairs. I am going to have some fun with this one…” It didn’t take them long to get him up the stairs and into the play space above the garage. Having already pilfered through the drawers it did not take Mack long to locate the hood, quickly covering Aaron’s face and allowing them complete anonymity before stringing him up by his hands from the ceiling until he was practically suspended, his toes just barely touching the ground, each foot then secured to the floor to prevent further movement. It only took a few moments to strip him of his clothing with his trusty pocket knife.

Aaron regained consciousness only a few moments later as Mack dug through a drawer. His groan only further encouraged Mack’s search, quickly deciding on one of the harshest available. In truth, he managed to pull out of the few unused items in the collection a new flogger of a curious design. Nicknamed the monkey flogger by many merchants the falls ended in weighted braided balls that packed quite a punch if used with force.


“I bet you think you are hot shit, living in this house with that woman. I have to wonder who is taking advantage of who there. Not here though, I know exactly who is being taken advantage of today and it certainly isn’t me.” Mack said, his callousness ringing clear, driven home by the massive swing of the flogger. It was clear from his first hit that he meant to do damage, the first hit landing clear across Aaron’s side before purposefully moving quickly from one area to another at random. He couldn’t wait to see just how much he could make him scream.

 

[LucianDevine]

It took Aaron a couple of seconds to realize that the blackness he was seeing was from a hood covering his face. When he heard the male voice start to talk it made him wish that they'd chosen a sensory deprivation hood. He hated every bit of what the man said, but could do no nothing about it. He had been in this position before, being suspended from the ceiling, though Diana had never gone so far as to secure his feet to the floor as well. He was utterly helpless, and the man's words made it quite clear that nothing that was about to follow was going to be good.

Even though Aaron had an idea what was about to happen, there was no way for him to prepare himself for the feel of the flogger as it struck his side. The placement alone would have been enough to tell Aaron that the man meant to do damage, even without the sheer amount of force he was using. Diana had helped him build up his pain tolerance, but no amount of work towards that end would help against the abuse he was about to suffer. There was no help for the scream of pain that the first strike pulled from him, or the tears hat followed.

Though he was blind, Aaron knew that the man was circling him, treating him like prey as he lashed out with the flogger. The targets seemed to literally be random, because the man didn't care if the flogger wrapped around and hit a sensitive spot with more force or if the blow landed clean. The only thing that was certain was that the man was enjoying the screams that he pulled from Aaron.

 

[MsAmative]

"What?? Is that all you've got?" Mack spat to the now silent Aaron as he finally stepped away with the now damp flogger. It took only a moment to discard it in the corner as he continued to consider his options.

"Let's go Mack, if he's here who knows when someone else could come by. I think you've already left your mark, don't you?"Jim said wearily from the corner, unnerved by the new side that had appeared in his partner.

"Naw, not quite done yet. This bitch has one more use in him yet." he replied with a chuckle as he stepped over to loosen the ropes that suspended Aaron from the ceiling. Mack did so quickly, leaving Aaron to practically wilt to the floor, crumbling to his knees. Had Aaron not been suspended by his arms he might have completely fallen to the floor, but the slack in the line left him partially suspended. Had he been able to see the smile that crossed Mack's face as he pulled his pocket knife out of his pocket and crossed the room said volumes. The crack that reverberated throughout the room as Mack backhanded Aaron across the face said the rest.

"Open your mouth bitch"Mack practically growled as he swiftly pulled down his zipper and stepped forwards pressing the blade against Aaron's neck. "Don't do something you might regret" he hissed as he pressed his throbbing cock past the opening in the hood. With the excitement of the afternoon it took him only moments to climax. Sated, he didn't bother to escalate things further quickly re-zipping his pants and stepping away.

"Let's go Jim. I think we got what we needed. If he's lucky that bitch will be home soon." Mack said with a chuckle as he stepped out of the door, leaving Jim to hurriedly follow behind him.

 

[LucianDevine]

In the midst of his torture, it was all but impossible for Aaron to think about anything but each strike as it came, as well as the pain and scream that it caused. Even the passage of time was beyond his comprehension just then. He was still whimpering in pain when he felt himself fall. Even the pain that surged through his wrists and shoulders paled in comparison painful throbbing that he felt through the entirety of his body. It was impossible to not feel the backhanded strike that jerked his head to the side, though. He then went from one type of hell to the other as he felt the man's cock shove it's way into his mouth. It was impossible for him to resist, even if he was able to. Between the blade at his throat and the man's other hand gripping his hair, he was helpless to stop the man from literally fucking his face with his cock. The only reprieve he was given was from how quickly the man came in his mouth, and the hope that this part of the nightmare would finally be over.

When at last the two men left him, and he was finally alone, Aaron could do nothing but sob in pain and humiliation. He didn't even have the strength or willpower to pull himself to his feet, but rather remained where they left him, half-suspended in bonds.

 

[MsAmative]

By the time the plane landed Diana was beyond restless. It seemed to take hours for her to make her way out through the airport and out through arrivals, desperate to see Aaron standing there with a smile on his face. When she had made two passes across the sidewalk with no success she couldn't decide if she was more frustrated or worried. Where was he? Where was anyone? No Aaron, no hired driver and no phone messages. She spent the next few moments once again trying to reach Aaron again, but when her calls went unanswered she had no choice but to call a cab. She had plenty of time to call work and see if they had heard from him at all, or had left a message for them a message to hire a driver. After hearing that he hadn't been in touch either she couldn't help but feel even more uneasy. After letting her own anxiety roll around in her head for so long she could no longer push it aside. The call to her security team was short and to the point. Check the cameras, meet me there; the only regret she had afterwards was that she had not contacted someone sooner. At this point, she would be the first one back - what if something did happen?

When the cab rolled into the drive she quickly pressed several bills into his waiting hands and fumbled with the keypad on the door, her luggage sitting useless and forgotten in the driveway.

"Aaaron?" Diana called softly, half expecting to see him walk around the corner... perhaps with some kind of explanation about loosing track of time, a broken phone. Something silly, trivial, something to explain all her worry away. As she slowly walked in further, her heels clicking neatly on the hardwood it hit her. The stench anyway, the unmistakable stench of spoiled meat. Covering her nose she forced herself to step further into the great room, the sight of half empty grocery bags and the small group of circling flies chilled her to the core. The anxiety that had gnawed at her throughout the flight had now turn the sheer terror. The next few moments seemed almost a blur as she seemed to kick off her heels in a matter of seconds, racing into the kitchen into what soon became only a half controlled skid as she made her way past the kitchen island. There was a moment of relief when she found the space empty, but that was quickly replaced with confusion when she spied the broken shards of pottery and the small pool of blood that had accumulated on the floor.

It took all she had to try and maintain a semblance of sanity, even if it was only long enough to realize the trail did not lead out the door but seemingly back out of the kitchen before it seemed to evaporate. "Not out of the house, not out... that means he is still here?" She said to herself, almost in a whisper. "Does this mean he isn't alone?" She asked herself, her voice and hands shaking as reached across the counter and grabbed a large chef's knife off the magnetic knife holder. She paused for a moment, somewhat considering the risks. If they weren't alone in the house, they likely would have heard her calling for him. Any moment of surprise she might have had would be gone. She could wait for security, but it would still be time before they arrived even if she didn't know how much time had passed. She couldn't bear to wait that long.

Diana half skidded her way through the lower levels of the house before racing up the stairs. She paused only momentarily when she reached the top of the stairs, glancing up and down the hall. With almost all of the doors closed she couldn't help but race towards the only open door first - the playroom. When she reached the doorway time seemed to freeze as the horror and sorrow overcame her.

No, no, no, no, no" Diana practically shouted as she careened into the room, falling to her knees in front of Aaron. "Aaron?" she whispered as she silently prayed as her brain rolled a mile a minute behind her wet eyes. It only took a minute sign of life for her to spring into action, jumping up quickly to grab the other end of the rope from its place against the wall. Thinking quickly she brought it with her, attempting to jostle him as little as possible as she sank down next to his left side on the hardwood. She released tension on the rope as slowly as possible until his limp body leaned against hers. Only when he was back in her arms could she finally feel like she could breathe again. She could only imagine what might have transpired between they last saw each other, but she would take sure he was safe - for good until her dying breath.

 

[LucianDevine]

It was impossible for Aaron to tell when exactly he passed out, but he must have, because the next thing he knew he heard Diana's voice pulling at him from the back of his mind.

Though it was Diana's voice that helped wake him up, the combination of pains assaulting his head and body forced him to both open his eyes and groan in pain. If not for those pains he might have thought that he was dreaming. The need to reach out to her was strong, but the pain that came with the blood surging back into his arms forced him to stop almost before he began. He flinched terribly with the rush of pain and then again from the pain that flinching caused.

"Mis...tress" Aaron whispered softly, even as he desperately wished that he could do more.

 

[MsAmative]

Diana bit her lip as Aaron seemed to regain consciousness in her arms. Her heart broke further when the simple attempt to reach out to her made him flinch. As she slowly inched her hands towards his remaining bonds she struggled to move him as little as possible. From the looks of him and the collection of bruises she couldn't be sure which hurt worse, the extensive bruising or bring strung up for god knows how long. He'd would have been back for over 24 hours, and that idea caused her more physical pain in its own way for her. In many ways, was this all her fault? She couldn't help but wonder, quickly attempting to blink her own tears away.

"Love, is that your blood in the kitchen?" She asked, almost afraid of what he might answer as she gently eased the cording from the back of the hood. Gently peeling back the leather she could tell before he even answered. She tried to be as gentle as she could as she slowly peeled away the soiled leather. Thankfully it seemed to only have stuck completely in a few areas, pulling as his hair more than anything else. Once she had finished she was at a loss of what to do, for what would actually be helpful. She questioned his ability to stand, she was strong but nowhere near strong enough to support all of his weight. In the end she settled on what she could do, wrapping her left arm gently around him while petting his seemingly unbruised forehead with her right.

"When you didn't answer and weren't there, I called security" Diana attempted to explain, her voice shaky and uncertain. "I was closer... should I call for an ambulance, the police? or call for Doctor Jones? I... I'll support whatever you wish."

Almost if on cue she could hear what sounded like a few large vehicles pull into the drive, the sound carrying slightly clear through the front door that she had carelessly left open. She tensed slightly in nervousness. Obviously it should be security, but nothing of today was what it seemed. Only when she heard the familiar voice from the head of security downstairs did she finally relax.

"Robert, we are up here! Can one of you make a call out to the Doctor?" She yelled, as a few stray tears made their way down her cheeks. "Be a good boy and let them help move you." She whispered, her tone half pleading as she heard their footfalls make their way upstairs.

"I already have my men checking the perimeter for anything, if there is anything broken I'll make sure we get a crew out here to repair it if we can't find a fix our self." Robert said matter of factly as he took a few steps into the room.

"Thank you" Diana stated, attempting to both hide and let go of her fear now that they were no longer alone. Robert was not a stranger to what this room held, he knew clearly what she did behind closed doors and helped to make sure what they did privately stayed a secret. Even with that knowledge she could see that like her, he walked into something different than what was expected.

"I will make sure we have a guard posted outside tonight, making normal rounds. I would also like to make sure we have another on patrol, and preferably in the house... since I am assuming you do not wish to have the police involved?" Robert asked as a technicality, knowing well from her earlier request that emergency services had purposefully been overlooked.

 

[LucianDevine]

Aaron heard Diana's question, but was briefly distracted from answering it by the feel of her loosening the cording that kept the hood tight. He knew that she would likely get the answer to her question from the way the blood made the hood stick to the hair on the back of his head, but he chose to respond anyway.

"Yes, Mistress." Aaron started softly as he closed his eyes against the sudden brightness that surrounded him. "They hit me from behind. I woke up here with the hood on. I...never saw their faces, only heard...their voices."

The feeling of his Mistress holding him as best she could, and petting his forehead pulled a soft sigh from Aaron. It was the first bit of comfort he'd had since this whole ordeal had begun. Sadly, though, that comfort was gone as quickly as it came, it's disappearance triggered by her words.

"Should I call for an ambulance, the police? or call for Doctor Jones? I... I'll support whatever you wish."

"Noooofuck!" Aaron all but shouted as his body tried to sit up with protest. The two words blended together, though, as the sudden movement sent a wave of pain surging this his body. He collapsed back against her, the sudden wave of pain leaving him briefly breathless and panting. "No hospital..no cops...just Doctor Jones please." Even in the midst of everything that had happened and was still happening, he was still reminded of why he loved Diana so much. She didn't have to rule with an iron fist to earn his love and respect. Similarly, he didn't have to be a doormat to please her. He was allowed to be his own person with an opinion that mattered to her, even now.

The sound of the cars, and his Mistress tensing pulled a similar reaction from Aaron. He calmed as quickly as she did, though, when he heard Robert's voice and then Diana's response calling down to him.

"Yes Mistress." Aaron responded softly to her words about having the men help move him. He knew there was going to be pain, but that much could not be helped right now. He relished the brief bit of time that he had in that position with Diana's soft hand petting his forehead, and when she finally had to step away he knew that the pain was about to follow. "Mistress...a snack please, and maybe some water?" He knew it was wrong to ask, but he hoped that she would understand that he didn't want her to be here to see the pain that he was about to feel.

Aaron was glad that Diana seemed to understand why he made the request that he did. Even still, though, he turned his head to watch her leave, wanting to make sure that she was gone before he let the men move him. He let a small smile come to his face when he saw her hesitate at the doorway and look back at him. He could see all the emotions that were trying to overwhelm her, despite her attempts to hide them. He offered up a small nod to her, that smile still lingering on his face until she finally turned and left.

Once Diana was gone Aaron took as slow and deep a breath as he could, trying to brace himself for what was about to happen. "Robert...my shirt...gag me with it..." Aaron saw the man's hesitation and continued. "I don't want her to hear me scream." Robert's continued reluctance was more than evident, but he did eventually nod and reach for the torn remains of his discarded shirt.

Once the gag was in place, Robert and another man moved to kneel beside Aaron, who clenched his teeth on his shirt as the men counted took a hold on his arms, counted down, and lifted him up. The pain that wracked his body made not screaming impossible. He shamelessly wailed into the makeshift gag as the men all but carried him out of the room. The walk was mercifully short, since the bedroom he shared with Diana was just down the hall, but every step and jostle from the two men sent a fresh surge of pain through his abused body. Somebody had already pulled the blanket and top sheet back, ensuring that the three men didn't have to linger in their current position. The act of laying down was us as painful as getting up had been, but once it was finally done, spat the gag out and struggled to regain his breath.

 

[MsAmative]

It took Diana a moment to will her body to move from its position on the floor. She knew she would have to move eventually, and she wasn't doing Aaron any real favors by extending the amount of time that he was on the floor. Still, stepping away made her feel like she was abandoning him again... could she bear to watch them haul him up from the floor? See him in more pain than she already had?

When she heard Aaron's request she was torn between relief and anguish, and as she paused at the door she couldn't decide on which side her heart really fell. He was sparing her the pain of seeing him in more pain than she could imagine. At the same time, was this her fault for putting herself first? Does she not deserve this? This pain that would still pale in comparison.

By the time she made her way back down the stairs she could only force herself to move on, forcing herself to put one foot in front of the other until she stood in front of the kitchen. The difference between the moment she walked in the house and the air in the house now was almost night and day. The counter was no longer full of dry goods and the rotten food was gone, and only a hint of the smell lingered in the air. As she slowly made her way around the kitchen island she held her breath, silently praying that not only the counter had been cleaned. Thankfully, her hopes were correct, but it still could not stop the tears that fell as she braced herself on the lip of the sink. She could hear the footfalls in the hallway above her as she removed one of their water bottles from the cabinet near the sink and filled it before busying herself with finding something else to bring up. She browsed the cabinets and fridge, attempting to find something that was still good while also being easy to eat. So much of it seemed so dry, hardly the choice for someone who was likely incredibly dehydrated or so heavy for someone who hadn't eaten in who knows how long. By the time she finished picking out some of the better grapes that remained on the slightly withered bunch in the fridge she forced herself to make her was upstairs.

Diane was grateful that by the time she made it back upstairs Devon had already settled into the bed, at least as well as he could be. Thankfully there had been enough pillows around that he managed to lay back while being slightly elevated which would hopefully make him a big more comfortable. She placed the small bowl of grapes on the nightstand as she approached, unsure what to really do at this point.

"Do you need help to drink?" Diane asked softly as she bent down slightly, supporting the weight of the bottle as she leaned it towards his dry lips.

"Dr. Jones is downstairs. I'll let you have some privacy. We'll be in the hall in you need us." Robert said, turning on his heel to leave as the physician walked into the room.

 

[LucianDevine]

Though Aaron was glad to be on the bed, it still felt like an eternity before Diana came into the room. He smiled at her and kept his gaze on her as she moved towards him. He did see her hesitation, though, a trait that was very much unlike her. He had a feeling that he knew what was on her mind, and would address acknowledge it soon enough.

"Yes please." Aaron said in reply to her simple question, knowing that her being able to help in any way would help with what she was feeling. He leaned forward as much as he dared before he felt the sublime touch of the cool water on both his parched lips and down his dry throat. He let out a soft sigh when the bottle was eventually pulled away, and gladly laid back against the pillows once more.

Aaron opened his mouth to put a voice to the thoughts in his head, but Robert's words cut him off. No sooner did the large man leave than the doctor entered the room.

Doctor Jones waited until Robert closed the door behind him before he spoke. "How do you feel Aaron?" He asked as he approached the bed, his eyes clearly studying the aftermath of the assault.

"Better than I did an hour ago." Aaron offered up as he let a small smile come to his face.

The inspection itself was actually fairly brief, and didn't reveal much that Aaron and Diana didn't already expect. He wasn't in any immediate danger, but definitely needed an MRI to tell if there were any other injuries. That could wait until the morning, though. The cuts abrasions naturally needed to be clean to avoid infection, and sadly there wasn't anything to be done about the bruises that covered his body. When it was all said and done, the doctor stepped back and spoke.

"I probably don't need to tell you this, but you'll need to take t easy for a few weeks, and I'll have an MRI scheduled for you tomorrow.."

With that being said, the doctor turned towards the door and left, closing it behind him.

"At least we don't have to go to the hospital tonight." Aaron said softly, hoping to lighten the mood of the room. When he turned towards Diana, though, he knew more was necessary. "This isn't your fault,Diana..." He said softly, noting her reaction to him actually using her name. "There is no way we could have seen this coming."

 

[MsAmative]

Diana took a step back as the doctor stepped into the room, hoping that this might provide some sort of finality and relief to the whole situation. In some ways, she was relieved - with Aaron in no obvious immediate danger she could relax knowing that he was out of harm's way. she certainly wasn't surprised that Dr. Jones wanted to follow up on some things, she would have insisted he did had he said otherwise.

As Dr. Jones left the room she couldn't help but feel uneasy, she was glad that he had left it up to her to tend to his wounds... but it wouldn't make the pain any less for Aaron nor make it easier for her to watch. It wasn't until Aaron spoke that she realized how much tension there seemed to be in the room and she had to blink back the tears in her eyes as he spoke to her so dearly. Wasn't her job to be comforting him?

"I know" Diana softly replied as she sat down on the edge of the bed, her fingers digging into the bottle of pain pills Dr. Jones had handed her on his way out. "Why don't you take one of these and drink the rest of your water. Once its kicked in a bit we'll see what we can do about getting you clean."

The next half hour seemed to almost fly by, and before she knew it she was forcing herself to work up the courage to move Aaron. "Why don't we try to get this over and done with before you get to drowsy" Diana said as she slid off the bed. and walked around to the other side, waiting patiently to see if he would need assistance. When they finally made their way into the master bathroom she found herself thankful for the built in shower bench that separated the large walk in shower, and the relief was palpable when they finally reached it and settled in. While the water heated up she grabbed the few supplies she needed and added them to the bench.

Diana fiddled with the head of the detachable wand, trying to figure out what would end up being the least painful option when none of them really seemed to fit the bill she settled on the widest spray as Aaron instinctively leaned backward for her to wet his hair. Thankfully she was able to avoid the worst of open wounds as she wet his scalp, but she could see him tense as some of the droplets worked their way out his body and into the open skin below. Hoping she could minimize any further pain she was careful to take the least amount of shampoo as possible to avoid any stray lather that might develop. "I am going to try and rinse it all out now, and then work on rinsing off and wetting your back in case we get any run off. I am sorry if it stings love, going to be as quick and gentle as I can." Diana said softly as she brought the nozzle close to his scalp, quickly and effectively rinsing away all the soap before moving down across his shoulders, chest and back at a brisk pace with the stream of water before placing the nozzle back on the wall.

It only took her a moment to work up some gentle lather in her hands with the mild soap, before she slowly and gently worked her way down one arm and then the other, before working her way down the front of his body, making every attempt to cause as little movement as possible. After rinsing her hands she once again continued the same motion down Aaron's back and sides even more carefully... if that was actually possible. She kept the rinsing to a minimum on his back and sides where the worst of the damage was, knowing that what little remained would be removed in the next step. Diana focused on the smaller abrasions first, carefully flushing each tender spot with wound care solution before facing the large areas. When she finally walked back around him she tried to calm her nerves, but she could do little to stop the pain that he would experience now. It was better that they be clean and infection free now than face more pain later, but no matter how many times she repeated that in her mind it still haunted her.

In the end all she could really do was hold his hand from behind as she crouched behind him as she carefully flushed his wounds clean before patting him dry with a towel. By the time she had finished dressing and bandaging the numerous areas they both seemed exhausted, and she was happy to get them both back to bed to rest.