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I’m not interested in becoming a drug lord. There’s also someone above you. Someone ready to swing the blade and cut your head off.

I finish my whiskey and go back to the bedroom.

I check on my Katie girl.

She’s in the cage, under a blanket, hair wet on a pillow, eyes shut.

She’s beautiful. Stunning.

I sit on the edge of my bed and watch her sleep.

One thing I learned in prison was how to lose track of time. Sitting there, counting seconds and hours would drive someone insane.

So I’m not sure how long I watch my Katie girl.

Here’s what I can tell you.

As my Katie girl sleeps in the cage in my bedroom… she’s smiling.

Chapter 37

Kate

I’m happy.

I’m relaxed yet I’m sore. Not achy.Sore.But it’s a different kind of sore. Almost like the soreness you feel after going to the gym or doing something that makes you feel alive and strong.

It isn’t justback thereeither that’s sore.

My body is just…ahh.

My head on a comfortable pillow, a blanket covering my body.

Yes, I’m in a cage. A crate. Whatever you want to call it.

I’m also in the presence of Corbin. The man I truly love. The man I’ve always loved. The man who takes my heart and gives it purpose. He knows what to do, how to push my limits, how to break my limits, and then how to grab me, hold me, and carry me.

He tucks me into my cage, literally.

He shuts the door and walks away.

I fall asleep, peacefully… his satisfied pet.

It does surprise me how fast I fall asleep. There are a million questions running through my head. Of course I’m thinking about my fiancé. Of course I’m thinking about what to do next. What Corbin wants me to do next.

Maybe I’m just more or less afuck dollfor him. I’ll stay engaged to Chad for as long as I need to be.

I force myself to stop thinking about that.

That’s a different life. A different place. That’s a house with a large walk-in closet in the bedroom, with lights that automatically turn on when you walk by them. That’s a house that always smells clean because it always is clean.

I’m not sure what time it is when I’m awakened by the sound of the cage opening.

The metallic rattling makes my body jump.

Before I lift my head, hands grab my ankles over the blanket and pull at me.

I clutch at my pillow as I’m dragged out of the cage by my ankles.

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