She nodded. He often made made her shower with him. Wash him.
"You can go shower yourself, babe. I'll go find you some proper clothes, and get together some food for you. Okay babe?" Damien said, gently starting to lead her upstairs.
Kelly gasped, looking utterly shocked. She then flinched, ready to be beaten.
"What's wrong?" Damien asked, blinked at her.
"I apologize. I shall fetch you a switch." She whispered
"What?" Damien jolted. "I'm not going to hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
She was visibly shaking with fear, her teeth vibrating.
"Shh, shh...It's okay sweetheart." Damien said quietly. "I'm not going to hurt you at all, ever."
"Thank you Sir." She whispered.
"And don't call me sir." Damien whispered. "I'm not your master, I'm just Damien."
"I'm sorry!" She squeaked, crying all over again.
"Oh babe, shh." Damien wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug. "It's okay, there's no reason to cry. You didn't do anything wrong."
She was breathing lighter, more panicked. She felt dizzy, then almost stubbled over in her shoes.
Damien let go of her. "Push me away if I do anything you don't like, okay?" He whispered. "Can I help you get out of those shoes?"
Her breathing was still ragged and panicked. She dropped to her knees in front of him. Panicked.
Damien blinked at her. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Please..." She begged, starting to hyperventilate.
"Please what?" Damien asked kindly.
"Don't take away my clothes..." She begged softly.
"I-I won't. I just want to help you change into something clean. I won't hurt you. I won't even touch you. Just let me help you." Damien said softly.