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My beast bounds in joy.

Yes.

Then all these memories can have a second life. A little gray rabbit catches my eye—the gift I gave to her when I was going away. I snatch it up. It looks like it’s been well-loved over the years.

I’ll come back later, and collect every last one of them, I tell myself. But now I need to get to Emory.

I snap a photo of the box and send it to her.

Some evidence that should help the case.Where shall I bring it?

She replies right away:

OMG!

I’m at 1603 Sedgewell Road, outside of Brunswick. Please come quick!

Come quick?She’s in danger? Adrenaline pours through me.

My phone pings again:

I miss you like crazy.

My heart leaps.On my way to you, baby,I type.

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Emory

The trial winds up running for another two weeks. The new evidence I’ve presented needs to be examined by the prosecution and defense teams. My mom was totally open in her diaries. She detailed many of my father’s crimes, including his successful attempt to poison her over a long period. When I think of everything she suffered, my heart breaks for her all over again. I’m just so, so glad she kept these records.

Due to the extreme risk to my wellbeing, it was decided that I could give evidence remotely. So, for the past two weeks, Maxim and I have been accommodated at Quantico—in what they call a ‘safe-suite’, but is more like a subterranean bomb shelter. At first they weren’t keen to let him stay with me, but I wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

He’s been an amazing support.

“This is not about me,” he keeps telling me. “This time will pass fast. You’ve got to focus on yourself.”

The truth is, I couldn’t have done it without him.

The FBI keeps assuring me that I’m safe, that they’ve taken every step to protect my anonymity, but I’m still terrified at giving evidence against my father. And the defense team is brutal. They specialize in working for the mob, and they do everything they can to discredit me.

When the live video link shuts down each day, I feel mangled. Stomach churning, tears streaming down my cheeks.

But Maxim is here for me. He waits next door, and as soon as I’m done, he rushes in and takes me into his arms. Then he kisses all my tears away.

It’s been real tough for him here. He’s such a sweetheart, he hasn’t mentioned it once, but I can tell that his beast has been struggling. It was locked up in jail for so long, then it had a brief taste of freedom, and now this.

I figure the best thing I can do to take his mind off it is to fuck him as often as humanly possible.

Every morning, I wake him up by sliding my mouth or my pussy onto his big cock. And every evening, he takes me all over our suite.

The rooms are probably bugged, but there’s not a lot we can do about it. At least we’re giving the Quantico geeks a good show. And as the end of the trial approaches, I swear he’s fucked me over every single surface of the room.

By the final day, I’m done giving evidence. Maxim and I sit in the suite, watching on a live feed as the prosecution presents its closing arguments.

The jury deliberates for three long hours, before they return a unanimous verdict:

They’ve found my father guilty of all eighty-three counts. Several of which carry mandatory life sentences.

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