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Everyone knows that Diablo killed his father at the tender age of thirteen. Obviously, Christa remembers that as well.
    Diablo rides back to me, gets of his horse and kneels besides me.
    ‘Diablo ... help ...’ I croak.
    He shakes his head from side-to-side and gently scoops me into in his arms. Even though he is careful, I scream in agony as he carries me to my room. With great care, he places me on my belly on my bed.
    Rosa and Maria rush in and start snipping at whatever’s left of my dress so they can administer treatment. Some of the men hurry in and start helping – getting hot water, sending for a doctor, while others shake their heads and tsk.
    A doctor is brought in. He administers intramuscular sedation and I sink into a deep sleep.
    A couple of times during my deep slumber, my eyes flicker and I see Diablo sleeping on a chair nearby. I’m glad - I feel safer with him around.
    In the morning, I feel someone stroke my hair. I open my eyes and look straight into Diablo’s. Slowly I turn my face so that my cheek connects with his hand that is stroking my hair. Now why did I do that?
    When I open my eyes again, he’s asleep next to me, fully clothed. And snoring really loudly.
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    It’s been three weeks since the whipping and I’m wide awake and healing nicely with Rosa and Maria’s constant nursing.
    Diablo sits at the edge of my bed and cocks his head to one side. ‘You need anything?’ He’s been thoughtful lately and I appreciate it.
    ‘Mmm.’ I reach over for an empty chocolate box and flip it around. ‘’Nother one of these.’
    ‘Of thiiiis?’
    ‘Yeah.’ I open and close the empty box.
    He nods and leaves.
    Hours later, a box of chocolates is delivered. Happy to have more chocolate, Maria and Rosa dive for it, only to find that the box is empty.
    I look at their crestfallen faces. ‘What?’
    Slowly, as if it is a hand grenade, they pass the box to me. Empty.
    You don’t mess with a patient’s chocolate. ‘Go call him,’ I say in a controlled but icy voice, ‘I need to ... ’
    As if on cue, he enters my room, a huge smirk on his face.
    I lift up the box. ‘Explain, Mr.’
    He shrugs. ‘You say you need ’nother one of thiiis so I give you what you ask for. Empty box.’
    Maria and Rosa fall about and laugh at his cheekiness.
    ‘Did you want chocolate too ?’
    I chuckle. ‘Very funny Diablo. Hand it over.’
    He steps out of the room and returns with three huge boxes of chocolates and hands one to each of us.
    ‘Aaaah! That’s better,’ I say, pleased the two ladies won’t need to steal my chocolates.
    I cram two into my mouth. ‘Pank wu.’
    Pleased that he was able to successfully prank me, he leaves with a huge grin on his face.
     
    18 August 02
    Up and about now. Diablo’s back to his obnoxious self now that I’m okay. But he still doesn’t visit at night. Great.
    He was nice to me though. Bought me chocolates, magazines in English and DVDs. Had Troy install a Television and DVD player in my room. Watched Spanish movies with no subtitles. Couldn’t understand a fuck they said, so Maria and Rose took turns translating to me while eating up all my chocolate and hogging the TV remote.
    Diablo now works from the ranch so I get to see more of him these days.
    Q: What’s worse than being shot three times, thrown off a cliff and being fucked in the ass by Diablo?
    A: Being whipped by Christa.
    PS: Thank God for Troy boys.
    PPS: Christa broke her leg when she fell off her horse. Yay! Neigh
     
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    The whipping incident confirms that my life depends on Diablo being alive. He doesn’t want anyone hurting me. He can violate me, slap me, cut off my clothes with a knife and grab me by the hair, but nobody else can touch me.
    Now that I’m on my feet, I’m expected to join him at the dinner table again. Soon my injuries are forgotten and he’s back to being his old self again - offish in front of his men. Knowing he’s capable of extreme tenderness and