Blood Trail

Waking up, I look around. I’m still in the playroom. Smiling, I move, going to kiss Jackson then freezing as I realise it isn’t him. Marcus is asleep, his eyes closed. My mind reminds me of last night: Jackson, work, police.

I need to call him or at least text, and make sure he is okay. Moving, I get out of bed. Walking to our room, I check on the girls on the way past. They’re still asleep. Walking into the shower, I quickly get washed. My eyes look at my body in the mirror, at the marks from the whips and rope. I can’t help but smile, thankful of last night and that Jackson seems to have changed how he feels.

Getting out the shower and dried, I grab my phone. Opening the messages, I see several texts waiting for me from Jackson. Opening them, I scroll to the first one he sent.

Sorry babes. I hated leaving you, but I know Marcus will look after you. If you wake, don’t worry. I left for work. I will be back before you wake.

My mind wonders wh