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Author: Evelyn Glass
tails, with that kind of long handle, but the whip part was a thick, braided cord. It fell precisely across her shoulder blades, and she cried out again. “I want you to think about what would have happened if that asshole had found you.”
Another blow, this one on her legs. She hadn’t recovered from the sting of the last one on her shoulders, she cried out again, and one hand came free from the foot board. Alex grabbed it, pressed it back into place, and yanked at the nipple clamp on that side. It pulled free, and blood rushed back into the compressed flesh with a sensation that should have been delicious but just added to the places on her body that were screaming in pain.
“I want you to think about what it would have been like if it had been you that he’d gunned down in that hallway.” Another blow. This one came down on her ass, but it wasn’t well placed; the bulk of the strike stung, but at the very end, the flog curled around her hip, and she shrieked with the cutting sensation of pain on the edge of her hip. “I want you to think about if that woman would be sitting in her house mourning you, wishing she could have helped you, or if she would just be doing her crossword puzzle, or whatever she did when she wasn’t ruining other people’s lives.”
His arm drew back again, and Zoey let go of the foot board with both hands, holding them up in front of her. Her cheeks were wet, but she didn’t know when she’d started crying again. “Cucumbers, green peppers, I don’t fucking know what you want from me, just stop, ” she cried out.
Alex did. He went still as a statue as Zoey’s knees gave out and she slipped down to the floor, crying furiously. Her hip, where that last blow had landed, ached and stung, and when she brushed her hand over it, she saw blood.
There was a clatter when the flog fell to the ground. Zoey didn’t look up.
She listened to the footsteps as he walked across the room to a small sink. She heard running water. She watched as he came to her with a bowl of warm water and a towel. She managed not to flinch when he touched a cloth to the injury on her hip. She stared at him, waiting for some sort of apology or even acknowledgment that he’d hurt her, but he didn’t look up. He just kept staring at his work, studying her flesh and his hands.
Finally, he did meet her eyes. “I want you to think about whether or not that motherfucker would have stopped when you asked him to.”
It was like he heard the harshness of the words only after they escaped his mouth. He winced vividly, and the Alex she knew flooded back into his eyes like the tides. “Your hip—Zoey, I’m so sorry, I’m better at placing blows than that. I think it needs a bandage.”
“It’s fine,” she said. Her voice was mouse quiet, and she hated that. She hated being quiet.
He looked nervous for a moment, chewing on his lip, and then shaking his head. “I don’t think it really is,” he replied.
“Stop touching me,” she said, brushing his hands away. “Please. Just stop.”
The tears that she’d been swallowing all night long came with a vengeance then, releasing in a thick wave of grief that swamped her. Even though she’d just pushed his hands away, she reached out to him, making herself as small as she could and then tucking herself into his lap. She had just enough awareness to turn so that she wasn’t bleeding on him, and then she knotted her hands in his shirt and let herself scream, trusting that he would keep her safe until sanity returned.
CHAPTER FIVE
Zoey didn ’t know how much time had passed when she lifted her head again and looked around the small room. Her body burned and ached, and her spine gave the kind of creak that implied she was going to be punished when she stood up. She was warm, though. Alex had wrapped a blanket around them, and it felt like there was something heavy on her hip, where the lash of the flog had
Another blow, this one on her legs. She hadn’t recovered from the sting of the last one on her shoulders, she cried out again, and one hand came free from the foot board. Alex grabbed it, pressed it back into place, and yanked at the nipple clamp on that side. It pulled free, and blood rushed back into the compressed flesh with a sensation that should have been delicious but just added to the places on her body that were screaming in pain.
“I want you to think about what it would have been like if it had been you that he’d gunned down in that hallway.” Another blow. This one came down on her ass, but it wasn’t well placed; the bulk of the strike stung, but at the very end, the flog curled around her hip, and she shrieked with the cutting sensation of pain on the edge of her hip. “I want you to think about if that woman would be sitting in her house mourning you, wishing she could have helped you, or if she would just be doing her crossword puzzle, or whatever she did when she wasn’t ruining other people’s lives.”
His arm drew back again, and Zoey let go of the foot board with both hands, holding them up in front of her. Her cheeks were wet, but she didn’t know when she’d started crying again. “Cucumbers, green peppers, I don’t fucking know what you want from me, just stop, ” she cried out.
Alex did. He went still as a statue as Zoey’s knees gave out and she slipped down to the floor, crying furiously. Her hip, where that last blow had landed, ached and stung, and when she brushed her hand over it, she saw blood.
There was a clatter when the flog fell to the ground. Zoey didn’t look up.
She listened to the footsteps as he walked across the room to a small sink. She heard running water. She watched as he came to her with a bowl of warm water and a towel. She managed not to flinch when he touched a cloth to the injury on her hip. She stared at him, waiting for some sort of apology or even acknowledgment that he’d hurt her, but he didn’t look up. He just kept staring at his work, studying her flesh and his hands.
Finally, he did meet her eyes. “I want you to think about whether or not that motherfucker would have stopped when you asked him to.”
It was like he heard the harshness of the words only after they escaped his mouth. He winced vividly, and the Alex she knew flooded back into his eyes like the tides. “Your hip—Zoey, I’m so sorry, I’m better at placing blows than that. I think it needs a bandage.”
“It’s fine,” she said. Her voice was mouse quiet, and she hated that. She hated being quiet.
He looked nervous for a moment, chewing on his lip, and then shaking his head. “I don’t think it really is,” he replied.
“Stop touching me,” she said, brushing his hands away. “Please. Just stop.”
The tears that she’d been swallowing all night long came with a vengeance then, releasing in a thick wave of grief that swamped her. Even though she’d just pushed his hands away, she reached out to him, making herself as small as she could and then tucking herself into his lap. She had just enough awareness to turn so that she wasn’t bleeding on him, and then she knotted her hands in his shirt and let herself scream, trusting that he would keep her safe until sanity returned.
CHAPTER FIVE
Zoey didn ’t know how much time had passed when she lifted her head again and looked around the small room. Her body burned and ached, and her spine gave the kind of creak that implied she was going to be punished when she stood up. She was warm, though. Alex had wrapped a blanket around them, and it felt like there was something heavy on her hip, where the lash of the flog had
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