Psycho

Annabel coughed, she had choked on a bone. He rushed towards his bed and picked the water Jar up, poured some into the glass cup on the table. His habit of having water nearby had come handy. He rushed over to her and placed it in between her lips as she parted it then dropped the cup.

" Are you feeling better now?." He asked seeing she could move more better than she did before.

" Yes...yes...Master." She replied and dropped the pill in her mouth then swallowed it. While growing up, she hated pills the same way she dreaded being sick and vunerable. Pills to her was torture.

" You should feel better in no time.' He said and stood up. ' You can use the bed." He added.

" Why Master?." She questioned.

Why was he being so nice to her all of a sudden? At first she had thought it was all a act and he would get bored of it and change.

" Why what? Do you mean why you should sleep on the bed? You are sick Anny, you need to rest." He replied her.