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On the way home, you notice Sheila gazing out the window. You want to say something to her, but the words are caught in your throat. What could possibly be said to cure her fear? I'm sorry for what happened? You wont have that with me? You suppose it could be said, but it could make her feel worse about the situation, or herself. The best you could do now, is love her and treat her like the queen she is.

When you arrive home, you help Sheila out of the car. You notice she still holds on to herself, like it were freezing outside. You get her inside and she takes a seat in the far corner. "How may I serve you. . . . . . . . My master." She looks down and away from your eyes, almost bracing herself for ****. You put your hands on her shoulders which she flinches at yet still trying to hold what little composure she has left.

Your heart melts at the sight of her. Tearing up, you pull her close in a loving embrace. You were afraid you didn't have the words before, but you think you have them now. While Sheila remains stunned in your arms, half shocked half scared, you turn your mouth to her ear and whisper, "My dear Sheila, the moment I saw you I fell in love with you. And when I heard of your past my heart went out to you. I promise, I will love every part of you. Your scars, both physical and emotional, I'm not asking for a chance, but I am asking for you to trust me in this. For the time being, I will belong to you. If you'll have me."

Sheila looked at you with tears streaming down her face. She then throws her arms around you and begins sobbing. All you can do is hold her close and become awash in love and relief.