You woke in the Judge's arms. It was Saturday and he had nothing to do at work so he lay watching you sleep in his arms. Turpin felt guilty sending you to the asylum, he didn't mean for you to be hurt and he wished he hadn't sent you. He felt you move in his arms and he smiled. You were waking, he was going to have a perfect day with you. The rain was pouring against the windows, the sound relaxing him.

"Good morning little one" he murmured. He kissed your cheek and you yawned and nuzzled closer into him. "Are you hungry?"

You nodded and he smiled. "What do you want to eat?" he asked. "Unfortunately it is raining outside so we cannot get something from a cafe. " he started to rub your back. "However we can get cook to make some warm pastries" he kissed you. "Would you like that love?" he asked.

You nodded and he smiled, getting out of bed he got dressed and went down to the kitchens. He came back up to see you dressed and sitting on the window seat, looking out at the dark rain. He sat next to you and kissed you lovingly on the lips. "I have got us some pastries my love" he murmured. "Now I have a free day and I wish to spend it all with you"

You nodded and rested your head into his chest, looking out at the rain. Turpin stroked your hair and kissed it gently. He started to sing to you gently, rocking you back and forth in his tight embrace.

"You know I love you" he murmured. "I wish to keep you safe and loved in my arms forever" you didn't reply, just looking out the window. Turpin smiled, taking your silence as a yes.

The servant brought in pastries and he fed one to you, he chuckled at your funny face you pulled and you laughed too as some of it went on your nose. "Aren't I a clutz" he said and chuckled, licking the sweetness of your nose. He ate his own and watched you watch him, you seemed calmer than yesterday he thought, he loved you so much and just wanted to hold you and protect you from this evil world. "You are so beautiful" he said, "You have no idea how much I love you"

You giggled, unsure what to say. You wished you had never met Turpin yet he seemed to burst with love for you when you were good. He is so gentle and loving when you do as he asks.

"Would you like me to read you something?" he asked. You nodded and he smiled. "I will get some tea and we may retire back to bed." he said. He kissed you, he tasted of the sweet pastries. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and grabbed your hair. you put your hand onto the misted window as he pushed you further into the wall with his kiss. Turpin let go of you and smiled. "You taste so sweet" he said and raised your chin, tickling it gently. "You taste of the pastries and of me" he went to the bell and rung it, ordering two teas he went over to the shelf. "What would my kitten like me to read to her?" he asked.

You went over to the shelf. "How about songs of experience?" he asked. You nodded and he ushered you toward the bed and you laid down. Turpin laid next to you and stroked your hair as be began to read.

"I was angry with my friend;

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears:

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.

Till it bore an apple bright.

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,

When the night had veild the pole;

In the morning glad I see;

My foe outstretched beneath the tree."

He kissed your head and smiled. You were already relaxed, his voice washing all worries from your mind. He turned to another one and started to read. His voice mingled with the rain and the crackling of the fire as he stroked your hair and you laid, nuzzled slightly into his chest.

"In futurity

I prophesy

Shall arise, and seek

For her Maker meek;

And the desert wild

Become a garden mild.

'Lost in desert wild

Is your little child.

How can Lyca sleep

If her mother weep?

'If her heart does ache,

Then let Lyca wake;

If my mother sleep,

Lyca shall not weep.

'Frowning, frowning night,

O'er this desert bright

Let thy moon arise,

While I close my eyes.'

The kingly lion stood,

And the virgin viewed:

Then he gambolled round

O'er the hallowed ground.

While the lion old

Bowed his mane of gold,

And her bosom lick,

And upon her neck,

From his eyes of flame,

Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness

Loosed her slender dress,

And naked they conveyed

To caves the sleeping maid."

He took a sip of tea, watching your face as you smiled. "That was called the little girl lost" he mumbled and kissed your cheek gently. "I shall read you little girl found, for you are found"

"All the night in woe,

Lyca's parents go:

Over vallies deep.

While the desarts weep.

Tired and woe-begone.

Hoarse with making moan:

Arm in arm seven days.

They trac'd the desert ways.

Seven nights they sleep.

Among shadows deep:

And dream they see their child

Starvdd in desart wild.

Pale thro' pathless ways

The fancied image strays.

Famish'd, weeping, weak

With hollow piteous shriek

Rising from unrest,

The trembling woman prest,

With feet of weary woe;

She could no further go.

In his arms he bore.

Her arm'd with sorrow sore:

Till before their way

A couching lion lay.

Turning back was vain,

Soon his heavy mane.

Bore them to the ground;

Then he stalk'd around.

Smelling to his prey,

But their fears allay,

When he licks their hands:

And silent by them stands.

They look upon his eyes

Fill'd with deep surprise:

And wondering behold.

A spirit arm'd in gold.

On his head a crown

On his shoulders down,

Flow'd his golden hair.

Gone was all their care.

Follow me he said,

Weep not for the maid;

In my palace deep.

Lyca lies asleep.

Then they followed,

Where the vision led;

And saw their sleeping child,

Among tygers wild.

To this day they dwell

In a lonely dell

Nor fear the wolvish howl,

Nor the lion's growl."

At the growl, he growled down at you and chuckled. He put his tea down and started to tickle you gently. You started to giggle, sensitive to tickling. He chuckled and stroked your hair between his fingers. He kissed you again, passionately, pushing you down into the bed his fingers stayed at your hair, combing through it. He let go and kissed your neck, enjoying your little noises and sighs as you grabbed his soft hair.

"Read me more poems my love" you murmured, stroking his hair.

Turpin's heart beat wildly and he breathed against your skin, before kissing you some more. "Whatever you desire little one" he murmured and kissed your neck again.

"Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"

He smiled. "My little one" he mumbled. "I love you so much" he started to kiss you again on the neck and his fingers stroked your hips and your curves. "I want to be inside you" he muttered and started to pull at your dress. You gasped as Turpin started to feel your hole and pushed his fingers inside you. Slowly he began to slowly finger you with two digits, "So wet" he mumbled, "So wet and ready to have my cock" he took his fingers out and licked the sweetness from them. "You are so sweet" he mumbled He went under your dress and started to lick at your clit and heat. You felt his hot breath against you and his fingers as he squeezed your thighs. He suddenly changed his mind, taking his cock out of his pants and pushed inside you. You whimpered as he began to fuck you slowly at first but soon he went faster. He kissed you, tasting your sweetness as he explored your mouth again with his tongue. "My sweet little girl" he moaned as he went faster inside you. "My sweet little girl" he moaned again and the rain started to pour faster and he pounded into faster, he suddenly moaned again and grabbed your clit, rubbing faster and faster. You moaned, feeling your orgasm crash onto you, you clutched his hair and pulled him into your heaving chest. He moaned and released inside you, his pounding coming to a stop with one final push against your g spot.

"Now then" he murmured. "You wish for more poetry?" he asked.

You nodded and started to read to you again, his dick slowly becoming soft inside you. You sighed as he lay on you. You loved and hated this man. You stroked his hair as he read, enjoying his deep voice and his stroking of your stomach. As the poem ended he sighed. "I wish not to pull us apart but I must" he muttered. He pulled out of you and kissed your cheek. "I will be back soon my love" he murmured and putting his dick back in his pants he left the room. You pulled the blankets over you and sipped the cold tea. He loved you could tell, he loved you with a firey and sometimes angry passion, it was intense and hot, him wanting to be with you always. You were flattered by it and also scared, seeing what he had done to you. You decided to go to the toilet and sat on it sighing. You heard the door open and close to the bedroom. You heard Turpin inhale breath and ran out. He was looking for you. Oh God. You finished in the bathroom and got out. You went to the door and looked each way. Had he ran out the house? To look for you? You were only in the toilet.

Turpin ran back in, he whipped his chin with his hand and saw you. "(y/n)!" he said and ran up to you, hugging you close. "I thought you left"

"I went to the lavatory" you said.

"Oh" he mumbled. "I am glad you didn't run away from me"

"Never" you mumbled. He grinned and kissed you on the lips. In actual fact, you were scared to run but didn't mention it.

"Now let us go back upstairs" he said and took your hand, entertaining his fingers in yours

"Lets" you mumbled