Chapter Twelve
Bobbie
The guards undid the restraints that held Bobbie to the bench, gently lifted her and placed her on her stomach on the bed. One of the men whispered to Jason, asking if he needed anything else from them. He quietly told them no.
Jason went about the room, adjusting the blinds to block the sunlight, turning on the ceiling fan and dimming the lights. Bobbie thought she heard him through her haze of exhaustion and pain turning on the water in the bathroom sink. He returned and placed a wet cloth over the stinging lash marks on her ass. She flinched and cried out, then sighed deeply as the ice-cold dampness cooled the fire in her skin.
He sat down beside her on the bed and softly stroked her back as she stared numbly at the wall.
“I guess you won’t be doing that aga
