In between insanity and terror, I’d think about how there was something I had to do, but I couldn’t remember what it was.
Without knowing how I’d gotten there or when, I woke up in my room at the training center in New York. For a minute, I was confused. Had it all been a dream? But the need to urinate made it clear it had been real because my entire cock was in excruciating pain just from the pressure in my urethra.
Because of the lack of light coming through the big window, I knew it was late at night. Master was sound asleep next to me, which was strange because not even in Portugal had he dared to do that. I stared at him for a minute, satisfied to know he’d soon get his day in jail; either that, or I would kill him myself.
Slowly, I sat, put my legs over the edge of the bed, and ran my bandaged feet over the carpet. At first, I hesitated putting weight on them but eventually stood. The pain shot through my legs, but it wasn’t unbearable. Every step to the en suite resulted in my dick moving and excruciating pain. It hurt like hell, but nothing compared to that day. As soon as I took it out of my pants, I saw it. Francois was tattooed in calligraphy along my dick, from the base to the very tip. I’d think of him every time Itook it out. That’s how much he wanted to possess me, control me, and torture me.
Although I hadn’t planned it, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and dressed. I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. After, I walked to the window and used my hand to lean against the glass. It was cloudy and snowing like fucking hell, so it took longer than it should for the sunlight to light the day. Upstate New York weather wasn’t for the weak.
Then I searched my bag for my phone. Although I saw all the messages and texts from Ben, there was something I needed to do so all the information, videos, bank tracking, and emails I’d collected as evidence wouldn’t be sent to every single news station in the world. I called the usual number, and on the other end, there was a clicking sound then a recording instructed, “Enter code.” It took me a second to remember the code I’d changed it to. It was her slave number. I punched in the numbers.
Me:515611
“Thank you for checking in,” the recording said, then hung up. I texted Ben.
Me:You awake?
Ben: Sir?
Me:Yeah.
Ben:Monsters Inc.
I scrunched my eyebrows. Although we had set up a way, we’d never verified each other’s identities. We’d tell each other ourfavorite Disney movie, then our favorite colors and songs, with lyrics as titles.
Me:Sleeping Beauty.
Ben: I just finished buying all the necessary new wire.
Me:Blue
Ben:Why do birds suddenly appear when you are near?
Me:To make you feel my love.
Ben:LOL.
I grabbed my jacket and black beanie and walked out of the room as soon and quietly as I could, even though it certainly was a challenge. The window in my room faced the water, so I waited at the facade while leaning my shoulder on the wall, craving a hot coffee. I didn’t even hear his steps when he walked behind me and slapped my shoulder. Thank God the coat was thick and the slap was not too painful. I turned to him; we curved our fingers into each other and almost hugged.
“Dude! You look like death.”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
His silent staring made me nervous. At the concern growing in his expression, I bit my bottom lip, unable to hold his gaze, so I dropped mine to his black jacket, as if I had not seen it a million times over so many goddamn winters. “It’s okay. It’s finally over.”
“Come with me,” he said, placing his hand over my shoulder and guiding me to the back of the building through a bunch of halls. We didn’t say a word, not where there were cameras and speakers everywhere. We simply took the elevator down several floors and walked through more halls until we reached a door at the end which led us to the middle of the woods.
“I’ve been here more than five years, and I didn’t know of this path,” I said.
“I had it built last year.” He shrugged.
“What else have you been doing behind my back?”
“Nothing that wouldn’t benefit you. What the fuck happened to you? Do you know how many times I tried to contact you? We all thought you were dea—”
“I know who the Silver Fox is.”
“Who?”
