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53. Twisted Solace
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Saving Ava 54. No Shape To Go Home
The guttural retch echoed throughout the room as Carver leaned forward, vomiting violently onto the cold floor beneath him. It was a raw, visceral reaction, his body rejecting the agonizing torment it had just endured. Seeing his state, the dominatrix removed the headphones with a disdainful sneer. "I think that's our cue to wrap things up," she remarked, the facade of faux-sweetness slipping from her voice. With a casual flick of her hand, she gestured to the mess and disappeared down the dimly lit corridor, her heels clicking ominously against the floor. "The cleaners will handle this mess," she called over her shoulder. Moments later, two young women in black collars and not much else darted into the room. Their demeanor was conditioned obedience, eyes downcast, swift and efficient movements. The two cleaned the vomit, their actions systematic and rehearsed, making the floor spotless and sanitized within minutes. Then, as silently as they had entered, they departed, leaving behin
Saving Ava 55. Don't Shut Down on Me
The atmosphere in the bath was filled with serenity and peace, contrasting deeply with the restlessness of emotions from earlier. Peyton watched over Carver for over an hour, ensuring his comfort as the warm water cradled his battered body. The gentle hum of the bathroom fan and the distant city sounds created a soft symphony, amplifying the tranquility.After what felt like hours, Carver's eyes blinked open, registering his surroundings. "Has it been long? I can't believe I drifted off," he mumbled, his voice still heavy with sleep.Sitting on the bath edge, Peyton looked down and smiled gently at Ava, who had also surrendered to sleep, her fingers firmly intertwined with Carver's. "You both needed it," he replied softly, noting the peaceful expression still on her face.Glancing around the spacious suite through the open door, Carver said, "I noticed you rearranged the beds."Peyton shifted his gaze back to Carver. "I thought... with everything that's happened, you might want a litt
Saving Ava 56. A Deliberate Dance
Peyton, trying to maintain a semblance of composure, announced his need for solitude before their impending journey. "I've scheduled the jet. We leave in about four hours. I'm going to head downstairs and get some rest."Ava's brows furrowed with concern. "You want me to join you?" she ventured, her tone indicating more than a simple question. It was an offer of emotional support to share in his pain.But Peyton turned, the glint of tears already evident, a testament to the vulnerability he felt but didn't want to display openly. "Just a few hours on my own, alright? I promise I'm okay," his voice betrayed the lie in his words, making Ava's heart ache even more.After Peyton left, the silence was stifling. Carver sighed deeply, breaking the quiet. "He's going to be hot and cold for a bit. His emotions will roller coaster, especially after what he saw. It's what happened the last time I took him there."Feeling overwhelmed but needing clarity, Ava asked, "Tell me about it. When you to
Saving Ava 57. Of Course He Will
Ava's heart raced as she met Peyton at the doorway, shielding the scene behind her as best she could. Her face, a canvas of worry and uncertainty, met his questioning gaze. The gravity of Peyton's entrance and subsequent question brought a rush of insecurity and second-guessing to Ava. Had she crossed a line? "I've seen the feeds," Peyton began, his voice carrying a hint of reproach, but more of genuine concern. "Ava, what are you trying to achieve here?" Ava took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "I'm not exactly sure. I just thought... I thought it might help him. It seemed to be working, at least until now." Peyton's gaze slid past her to the figure on the bed. Tied and blindfolded, Carver appeared peaceful, starkly contrasting to the tormented soul they had seen the previous night. "Carver never lets anyone tie him up outside Esmerelda's," Peyton said slowly, his voice tinged with awe. "And especially not with ties that aren't designed for quick release. Do you understand
Saving Ava 58. Real and Healing
With a half-amused grin and half-chiding, Peyton remarked, "Before you take that any further, we're going to miss our flight if we don't start getting ready." Carver playfully groaned, kissing Ava before finally letting her go. The aura around Carver was unmistakable. Fueled by adrenaline, he barely contained his excitement, buzzing with energy and joy. The trio quickly packed their bags, with Carver flitting around like a hyperactive child, eager to embark on this new adventure. In no time, they were on their way to the airport, where a private jet stood ready to whisk them away to their destination. On the jet, Carver, unable to contain his enthusiasm, pulled Ava onto his lap, his voice heavy with desire as he whispered, "If I don't get to have you soon, I think I'll quite literally explode." Ava chuckled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Tonight," she promised, her lips curving into a seductive smile. Carver's reaction was almost cartoonish, his grin stretching impossibly
Saving Ava 59. Burning Bridges
The world was a dizzying swirl as Carver effortlessly hoisted Ava onto his shoulder. Her laughter bubbled up, a mix of surprise and exhilaration, and she squirmed, her feet kicking into the warm South Carolina air. Carver's chuckles vibrated against her, the deep, resonant sound warming her even more than the South Carolina air. "No taking it back now!" he teased, adjusting his grip on her. Through her playful struggles, she heard the gentle splash of water and turned her head to see Peyton on the dock. He met her gaze, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, amusement evident in his eyes. He grabbed his phone, seemingly checking something before resuming his fishing. Once inside, Carver's steps were purposeful, leading them straight to the bedroom. As he lowered her onto the mattress, she felt the cool silk of the ties wrapping around her wrists. "Interesting choice," she remarked with a smirk, recalling how she'd used those very ties on him earlier. "They've become favorite
Saving Ava 60. Mood Killer
The cool night breeze ruffled Carver's hair as he approached the dock, its wooden planks worn smooth from countless feet over the years. The faint glow of the dock's lights reflected off the gentle ripples of the water, painting a serene picture. At the very end, Ava sat there with her legs dangling over the edge, her silhouette outlined by the soft luminescence of the moonlit water. Peyton's voice momentarily interrupted the gentle lapping of waves, attempting to bring levity, "Don't jump. It isn't that serious." But as Ava turned to look up at them, the playful comment soured. The redness and swelling around her eyes betrayed the tears she'd shed, and a pang of guilt shot through Peyton. Handing Carver the fishing pole he'd been using, Peyton gestured toward the spot next to Ava. Carver's steps were hesitant, almost reverent, as he made his way to her side. Taking a deep breath, he seated himself beside her. Before he could get a word out, Ava looked like she might voice her own
Saving Ava 61. Kiss Me
The bathwater embraced Ava warmly, bubbles dancing around her as soft laughter echoed from the shower. While the specifics of their conversation eluded her, the camaraderie between Peyton and Carver was undeniable. When the water finally ceased its gentle cascade from the showerheads, she felt a noticeable shift in the room's aura. As they stepped out, the playful glint she'd detected earlier had faded from their eyes, replaced with a somber intensity. It was as if the weight of what awaited them had suddenly hit home. "Why do you two look like you're about to face a firing squad?" she quipped, trying to cut through the palpable tension. Her words, though light-hearted, hinted at the gravity she felt. Emerging from the bath, she wrapped herself in a towel, the soft fabric hugging her as she perched on the edge of the countertop. Their gazes met hers, and for a moment, the air thickened with unsaid words and emotions. "We're...nervous," Peyton admitted, glancing sideways at Carve
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Saving Ava 91. Control Rehab
Carver's laptop dinged, signaling a new email. He quickly opened it and started typing, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He was excited about what he was doing and that much was clear.Peyton was still sprawled out on their bed, unaware of the tension between Ava and Carver. The flicker of the camera’s light while she showered had rattled Ava, and Carver’s nonchalant dismissal... claiming it wasn’t him...had done little to comfort her.“Carver,” Ava said, sharper than intended. “I know I saw it. Why would the camera light be on if not for someone watching?”He didn’t look up immediately, focusing on the screen as he tapped away on the keys. “I told you, Ava, it wasn’t me. Maybe it’s a malfunction.”“A malfunction,” she echoed, skepticism threading through her tone. “How convenient. As you are sitting over there on the only laptop in the apartment with access to the feeds.”He finally looked at her, his dark eyes flashing with irritation. “There’s nothing to worry about.”“Then
Saving Ava 90. Peek
The journey back to the apartment was a testament to Carver's deteriorated state. His steps were unsteady, his body weak and battered. Peyton, with a firm arm wrapped around him, provided the support he desperately needed, practically carrying him the last few steps.Upon reaching the bed, Carver, exhausted beyond measure, collapsed face-first onto it. He made a feeble attempt to pull off his shirt, his arms reaching behind his head in a strained effort, but his energy was spent. Ava quickly assisted him, gently pulling the shirt over his head. Observing Carver's condition, Peyton declared, "I think it's time for another IV." He began preparing the medication, his movements efficient but careful.Ava stayed close to Carver, her fingers lightly tracing circles on his back. The sight of his injuries – the bruises, lash marks, and burns that covered his back, shoulders, and arms – was heart-wrenching. Each mark a painful reminder of what he had endured.Peyton, ready with the IV, gently
Saving Ava 89. New
After finishing the omelets, Peyton handed Carver a couple of pills, which he took without protest. They all moved into the living room, with Carver walking with difficulty. Ava, ever attentive, wrapped a blanket around him and helped him settle on the couch. Peyton, needing a moment to gather his thoughts, turned on the TV and sat in a chair, his mind still racing with the revelations and the situation at hand. Peyton, looking intently at Carver, broke the silence. "Okay, is there anything else you want to admit? Get it out right now, so I can start to get over this agitation," he said through gritted teeth. Carver paused, weighing his words carefully. "I... I changed my contract at Esmerelda's," he finally admitted, his voice low and filled with a sense of defeat and embarrassment. Peyton sat up straighter, his attention sharpened. "How exactly did you change it?" he asked, a hint of worry creeping into his tone. "I added intimate encounters," Carver confessed, avoiding Peyton'
Saving Ava 88
As they settled Carver in the bed, Ava began the task of undressing him. His jeans, the same pair he had been wearing when he first arrived at Esmerelda's over a week ago, were tattered and stained with blood. Carefully, she helped him into a pair of pajama pants and one of his T-shirts. It became apparent that Carver had lost a significant amount of weight; the shirt, which would have once fit him snugly, now hung loosely on his frame.“When was the last time you ate?” Ava asked gently, her concern evident in her tone.Carver’s response was faint, “I don’t even know.”Peyton, sensing the immediate need, headed into the kitchen to make soup, considering it the most appropriate and easy-to-digest food for Carver in his current state.While Peyton was away, Carver, with a sudden surge of energy, rolled over and pulled Ava into a tight embrace. As she held him, Ava realized he was burning up with fever. “You’re so hot,” she whispered, her worry growing.Peyton returned with the soup, and
Saving Ava 87
Carver's fever worsened, a clear sign that his body was struggling to cope with the injuries. The infections from the wounds were not properly treated, adding to his physical distress. His once muscular and resilient body was now a canvas of suffering, each mark a story of his descent into despair.Esmerelda, witnessing his decline, realized that Carver was on a path to self-destruction. His disregard for his physical well-being was alarming, but it was his mental state that worried her the most. He had become a shell of the man he once was, driven by a need to punish himself that was consuming him from the inside.The fever brought with it delirium, and Carver began to lose touch with reality. His moments of lucidity were few and far between, and during these moments, he was haunted by visions of Peyton and Ava. In his fevered state, he would sometimes speak to them, apologizing, pleading, and expressing his love and regret.As Esmerelda watched Carver hanging from the rack, his body
Saving Ava 86
Esmerelda's sharp rapping on the truck window jolted Carver awake. Blinking against the sunlight streaming through the glass, he saw her standing outside, her appearance strikingly different in the daylight. Gone was the dominatrix persona, replaced now by a more business-like demeanor."I can't have my patrons sleeping in their trucks out front, Carver," Esmerelda stated, her tone a mix of annoyance and concern.Carver, still disoriented from sleep, responded, “Well, I own the fucking building, give me a room.”Esmerelda paused, considering his request, before nodding in agreement. “Okay, fine,” she conceded. She led him inside the building, guiding him to her personal apartment. The space was unlike the rest of Esmerelda’s establishment; it was more reflective of her day-to-day life, less about her professional role.She pointed to the couch. “You can sleep there,” she said, her voice softer now, a hint of empathy creeping through.Exhausted, Carver collapsed onto the couch, his bod
Saving Ava 85
As Carver unbuttoned his shirt, the receptionist silently entered the room behind him. Observing the scene sternly, Esmerelda gave a slight nod to the receptionist. In response, the receptionist sharply smacked her clipboard against Carver’s bare back, chastising him for prematurely disrobing. "No one told you to do that," she reprimanded. Carver, startled, slowly rebuttoned his shirt, his gaze never leaving Esmerelda. He was well aware of the rule against making direct eye contact in such circumstances, yet he could not look away, a silent rebellion against the order of things. A quiet plea for more pain. Esmerelda informed the receptionist that Carver had chosen the 'unlimited' path for tonight's session. The receptionist's smile turned wicked at the revelation. Carver had never before given them such control, and the anticipation of what they could do with this newfound power was evident in her expression. Led through the new halls of Esmerelda's, Carver couldn’t help but notic
Saving Ava 84
Ava and Peyton navigated a tumultuous sea of emotions in the safe confines of Peyton's apartment. Each day of the week felt like an eternity, filled with moments of fragile calm, abruptly shattered by waves of distress and grief. Ava, usually so composed and strong, grappled with an overwhelming sense of loss and confusion. Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from moments of numbness to intense bouts of sorrow.During one particularly harrowing evening, Ava curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her face, usually full of life and warmth, was marred by the shadow of heartache. "I just feel so lost, Peyton," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to get it back."Peyton, sitting beside her, wrapped his arm around her quivering shoulders. His heart ached at the sight of her pain. "I know, Ava. It’s hard, it’s really hard," he said, his voice a mixture of empathy and determination. "But
Saving Ava 83
"I'm not sure I want there to be an 'us' anymore, Peyton." The sentence hung in the air, heavy with implications and sorrow.Peyton's breath hitched, his heart racing with panic. He gently held Ava back, searching her face for clarity, for confirmation of the fear that now gripped him. "Ava?" he asked desperately.Ava, seeing the alarm in his eyes, hurried to clarify. Her words rushed and filled with emotion. "No, no, not us. I want us, Peyton... I'm just not sure I want 'us' to include him anymore." Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, bore into his, conveying a steadfast love for Peyton, even amid the heartbreak.Peyton was speechless, the complexity of their entwined lives with Carver suddenly unraveling before him. He nodded silently. Pulling Ava back into his embrace, Peyton held her close, a silent oath to be her support and anchor in their lives raging seas. They lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, finding solace in their shared grief. Ava's sobs slowly subsided, but
