Chapter Seven
The Perfect Dom
When Williamson returned to the condo, he found Carlotta asleep, her wrist still tied to the bed post. He took a shower and shaved. Changing into his black silk robe, he looked at himself in the mirror and scowled.
My face looks like road kill.
Williamson put his black mask back on and sat down in a chair to relax and watch Carlotta sleep.
At that moment, the Voice came to him, quite unexpectedly. At first it sounded soft, as if calling to him from the distant end of a long dark tunnel, but grew in volume the more it pervaded his consciousness.
“Phillipe…Phillipe, my old friend. How good it is to speak with you again. I can’t express to you how relieved I was you survived, that is, we survived the accident. Not a smart move, jumping on top of the hood of
