I had just knocked down one of the vases from the coffee table in the living room, when I passed quickly from the kitchen to climb the stairs to the bedroom, when Fred's door opened in the office.My master had his eyes slightly reddish, which made me think at the same time of a very big tiredness. He seemed entirely exhausted, as if the day had sucked each of his energies. I didn't want to be the one that would bring the most problems, but I had the constant habit of getting involved in them.When he approached the room that had already triggered the motion sensor to turn on the light, I was kneeling and reaping the hollows of the expensive and old vase that was in the center of the room. My master stood next to the couch, watching me as if wondering why I was giving myself the job of collecting something unrepaired."I was..." I stuttered, with no answers. "It was by accident, master.”"Don't worry, Babygirl," he said, calm down. Then he glanced towards the bands on my exposed belly
Just that night, I ended up dreaming of the second date that Fred and I had, after that night at the BDSM club.My feet squeezed inside the tight black suede shoes, while my body tried to get used to the tight dress with silk fabric. I had spent horrors on that dress, just to try to impress my boss, who despite all my efforts was always far away and talking to some men, women, all from high society.What would I be doing there? At that party full of fine grains... Oh, of course. It was the party of the company where I worked, and all the employees were present, in addition to the company's partners, obviously.My eyes went through the huge main lobby. There was a luxurious chandelier on the ceiling and I could barely remember seeing it before that party. A pair of beige leather sofas gave a more sophisticated air to the place, in addition to the decorations on the ceiling, all very elegant. Next to the huge main door were two security guards who spoke constantly on their radios. I pas
"At the moment, I just want to enjoy a little. What do you think? "I blinked at her."Drink? Dance? Or flirting? I saw several cats around here. "She cast a few glances at the guests around, excited.For a moment I thought she had forgotten that we were at a company party, and constantly being watched by the owner."Calm down... these men here are not up to us. The only ones who serve us are Isaac, and Harvey. "I pointed my head at the two thin and clumsy boys who were a few meters away from us."Oh, not for all the drink in the world. "And Elizabeth took her eyes towards the boys and then smiled. His joy was contagious."I think we should just drink a little, or at least get away from so many well-dressed people.”I was referring to all the elegant women I've never seen inside the company, thinking they would certainly be the wives of the guests. Or even partners. They all seemed rich and sophisticated.I wondered what my life would be like. Next to a rich and famous man, I soon died
"Did you feel any more symptoms besides dizziness and lack of appetite? "Doctor Cirion asked on his hundredth visit, withdrawing me from my thoughts about the dream of last night. "Is there no abdominal discomfort?”"No, doctor.”“Delayed menstruation?”I frowned. Damn, I had been stabbed for more than a week and he asked the same questions on every visit. No babies."I'm not pregnant.”"It's okay. "He wrote it down in a small booklet already almost fully written. "I'm going to ask for some tests to evaluate the healing of the wound, so I need you to go to my office. I will schedule your appointment for next Thursday.”"Right... but I feel good. I'm just stressed.”And a large part of that stress was due to the fact that I was stuck in my dominator's house, without any fun.“I would also like you to take this medicine. "He scribbled something in his notebook and pulled out the sheet for me. “Buy it immediately. It's weak, it won't interfere with any other medicine you take. It's just
I threw my cell phone hard on the floor. I needed to break something, and I could always buy another case if it really broke. I couldn't stand to feel the same pain as Rebecca when she asked to be punished. Because I had already realized that it wasn't right since the last two months.Even though I wanted everything to be done responsibly, I still felt the need to have it, but not for a contract. I wanted you to give yourself to me by will, not by benefit, not because I thought I could provide that reverse therapy of your traumatized head.I saw the pain in her eyes, and she already knew what I felt for her, and her eyes were always sad. Sad because she couldn't reciprocate, she couldn't love me, and because she knew that sadomasochism was a limit to me, especially when used negligently.Taken by anger, I threw another object from the top of my table, listening to the snap in contact with the floor. It had been past 5 a.m., and I hadn’t closed my eyes. My head hurt a lot, and I let my
I felt dizzy for a few moments, as I desperately fled to my room. I entered and before closing the door, Fred had already entered. His green and bright eyes contained a thin layer of water. My God. He would cry."Are you going to tell me what's going on? Damn, you went crazy overnight. I'm going crazy. I don't know how to act in these situations. "I demanded to know, already without the pretext of the contract to maintain that obedient posture. "Say something! "I screamed once again.His eyes were still on mine. His body looked tense, not even his gray sweater could hide it. He ran his fingers over his rebellious hair, trying to control it, maybe."I can't do that to you. Not anymore. "His breathing seemed to fail. "And you should have made it very clear what was happening, Rebecca. I shouldn't have lied at all.”" But I want you to do it. “I got closer. "I want the pain. I want to be punished.”“No. "He walked away. "You don't want to, you really don't want to. I can't make you suffe
Before I met Fred, I had gotten involved with another man. I was in love. She was silly, and immature. He just took the opportunity to have someone to fuck with. I thought he had a different way of making love, but he didn't love me. He made me a bad person. Unable to break the ice in my heart, I could never love anyone. Feeling attracted, yes, that was easy. But loving... I thought I never knew the meaning of that word.Fred moved me as soon as our eyes met the first time we saw each other, his unusual tastes made me see in him a man who could give me a greater reason to be happy. Without chocolates and flowers. Not with all the luxury. All it was was enough for him. Did I love him too? I didn't know.I felt an electric current wandering through my body whenever it was around, but that was nothing in relation to the chills inside my belly or the acceleration of my heartbeat. He had me, but he wanted me to have him too. But I didn't feel worthy of it. I couldn't delude myself again. A
The notes that sounded from my piano were the saddest I could ever play in my entire life. Nothing else made sense in all that. It had only been fifteen hours since she left, and it was as if I expected her to enter the door again, smiling, hiding her fear. It doesn't matter, even pretending not to. We knew how to do it very well. Pretend not, when the will was yes.My cell phone vibrated once again on the piano, I picked it up on the second ringtone, thinking it was her. But it wasn't."Hanson" I spoke in a hoarse tone, letting the discouragement dominate my voice."Fred. My God, I'm calling you on time. What happened? "It was Elide's voice."I'm fine, Elide. I'd just like to be a little alone. I'll call you back later.”Before I pressed the red button to end the call, she kept talking."It was that submissive of yours, wasn't it? "I was silent. "I told you she wasn't right for you. She said she shouldn't spend so much time at her house, so as not to mix things up. You didn't want to
I had woken up all sweaty and panting. I had had a nightmare like that.I found myself again in that terrible basement, and the smell was so putrid that my nose burned. The men who tortured me had faces. They were well-known men. Some good, others naturally bad. And they knew me too. They smiled when they tortured me, they screamed and laughed. And I, sitting in that chair, just wanted them to be fast, because I needed to sleep and wake up in a good place.There were days when nightmares didn't happen, but lately, they were constant. So, when I woke up in panic, I didn't need to count my fingers. I simply looked out the window and saw the landscape moving, felt the soft swing of the bed, and looked in the direction of the portraits that were glued to the walls so as not to run the risk of falling. I saw the child smiling with teeth still being born, with blond hair fluttering through the wind, and eyes similar to his father's. So I knew I wasn't dreaming.That day, I got up and looked
When I finally got to the hospital, I learned that even Tyler was fine. My mother was in a panic, but taking care of Madeleine, who seemed to be a reality show star who had just had one night like that. Raphael was with Becca's mother, because his family was still on their way to Seattle. Meanwhile, whether she wanted to or not, Rebecca was only accompanied by Pauline. My cousin's girlfriend left the room when I arrived, throwing me what seemed to be her first look of pleasure. I was surprised, but I thought it was just an effect of the madness of that day.“How are you? “I asked Rebecca.She was sitting on the bed, with her hands crossed on her lap and staring at the emptiness."I'm fine, just trying to absorb.”"Do you want to know his reasons? “I asked.Becca denied it with her head."I know they will never be enough. I've never done anything against him. And I should never have gone through what I went through.”Becca's voice became trembling at the end of her sentence, and I felt
Madeleine and Raphael were really at the place where Finley had sent me, but unfortunately the damn Donovan had set traps around the place. That day seemed to be the day I would die, or that the son of a bitch planned to be my end, but it wasn't. Luckily, or perhaps because they got tired of being incompetent, the police did their job of protecting me before I reached the destination that was supposed to be my end.As they found me, it would take me a while to know that it was because Mark was tracking me clandestinely. The damn investigator was suspicious of my steps "he still had that ridiculous idea that me or my sister were behind Joana's murder and trying to cover everything up," and that's what ensured that he would send a car to the scene. But I found out about the bombs in the worst possible way, watching the death of more innocents.If he were put on a paper, that day, Donovan would take at least a life sentence for the amount of deaths he had caused. In fact, it was those de
"Why are you doing this? "I asked in desperation, knowing that my voice would come out absurdly loud on the phone. "Madeleine never did anything against anyone. Raphael doesn't deserve any of this. If you want me, come pick me up.”“Oh, no, dog. I can't. Did you forget that you put me in jail? "He made fun of him, giggling. "And don't do so much drama, you just have to choose a name, and then it ends. At least that part, since I have some surprises for you after that.”"How the hell are you calling me if you're still stuck?”"I have some privileges.”"And how are you planning things if you can't get out of there?”"I'm still just the spokesman, dog," he said, looking so comfortable on the phone, that I swore I would be sitting with my legs up, and not in a police phone booth. It was outrageous that he had time for that kind of thing. I was outraged, but I couldn't prove it. "And I'm calling so you can decide which of your close friends should survive. Think about it, I could very well
"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here? "I besieged no one in particular, and I didn't even have an answer, because everyone was giving priority to surround me and try to take me safely to the car. Unfortunately, many of my security guards were being hit at that act. Everything to keep me alive, because the intention of the men who opened fire on us was simply to kill me. "How could this be happening?”"Stay behind me, boss," Tyler asked, shooting mercilessly at men who didn't even bother to wear masks, since they were really planning to end my life that day. "We were betrayed in some way.”Betrayed because only my team knew where I was going or coming throughout my day, and that team was carefully chosen to maintain the secrecy of my routine. And if those people were linked to my number one enemy, or to the gangs that wanted my blood every day, they were there, then that meant that someone from inside had passed on the news. In the midst of chaos, I felt my cell phone vi
"But how can I have my period normally? "I asked in despair, my eyes could barely see the test lines in Pauline's hand. I leaned even more against the door, ending up sitting on the floor. Suddenly, my stomach seemed not to know what its function was, and I felt extremely nauseous and with blurred views. “Pauline, that can't be true. Fred and I are barely having sex... I mean, we are, but not as often as before. In addition, pain remedies and antibiotics are too strong for a pregnancy to happen. The doctors told me about it in the hospital. In fact, they made it very clear that due to the lack of menstruation, I wouldn't ovulate. That's why Fred and I rely so much on not using any condoms, since I couldn't use the pill either. This is simply impossible to happen.”"But you told me that your period is in a much smaller flow and on irregular days," said Pauline, tilting her head lightly. I hadn't even noticed that she was sitting next to me, staring at the test as if he were the child h
"What is your real doubt? " Pauline asked, separating my medicines by schedules inside plastic coconuts."Well, I have several, especially about this virus," I explained after a long sigh. "I don't feel well, I had to end the self-defense class earlier today. I just wanted to lie down and be silent for as long as possible, but someone is always coming in to know how I am and if I'm still alive. I don't want to do anything in my life today. I think this is a very serious symptom.”Pauline laughed, moving away from the nightstand where she had put the medicines of the day. She only offered me a glass of water and baking soda, because I had complained about a strange feeling in the mouth of her stomach. It wasn't nausea or heartburn, but something so weird that I just wanted to lie down and complain all day.Moura didn't like that I had said I couldn't stand the stride of a full class, and left grumbling with Elijah who didn't know why he put her in situations of training people who didn
August Spencil was the dumbest man I've ever had the displeasure of meeting on the face of the earth.The worst part was knowing that he had some shares of my company and claimed to be a partner, but if everything depended on him, I would be bankrupt before sunset. I didn't know how Maddie had dealt with him in recent months, but I was already planning to buy a new car for her in thanks, because putting up with August was not an easy job for anyone. The man had such big shitty ideas that he couldn't take it seriously."It's just that you're not listening to me, Fred," said August, for what seemed to be the thousandth time. And I wished I wasn't in that car with him, I wished I wasn't going on a two-hour trip with him, and that I didn't have the blessed idea of giving a ride to that asshole. But no matter how big my will was, I couldn't make time come back. "I've already said that Canadians are trying to pass us back. They are almost infiltrating people in our company, just to know wha
The months seemed to pass absurdly quickly. In the blink of an eye, two of them passed by. Two months in which Elide remained trapped and saying that he would only recognize his accomplice if he heard his voice. The men who tortured me kept silent. They did not have lawyers, unlike Elide, who hired only the best of the entire state. Fred was also committed to listening to what Elide had to say, so he continually visited her on the days when the police tried to interrogate her.Meanwhile, my health improved, at least, on the one hand. Around two weeks before, I started to feel tired and with a ringing in my ear that didn't pass at all. I visited medical specialists, and everyone said the same thing: that it was probably something emotional, that there were no infections and no reasons for me to get so upset with that strange sound inside a single ear. The point is that I barely slept at night, and in the morning, I woke up very early to train with Elijah and Moura.Moura was a former s