By Taurus
Part 17 – “Sorry”
Russell was almost bursting into tears like the slave in his arms, whose arms clamped around his handler with all his might.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…”
Russell shushed and stroked the back of his slave to the best of his ability in order to quench the crying.
Taking initiative, he dialled the doctor.
“Ugh…it’s way too fucking late, just let me -”
“Sam, my slave just had a really bad panic attack. I need you here at Cell 1 right now.”
“Be right there, keep him alive.”
James continued his panicked chant of “I’m sorry” before Sam rushed in after five minutes and directed him to breathe deeply and slowly.
After half an hour, at 11 pm, James was more or less calmed, and able to talk again. Russell took off his shirt and sandwiched James’ head between his fuzzy chest and the shirt, wiping his tears off in the process.