I’d have to say that his brief speech had the effect he wanted, for as I took another deep breath, the angry pain in me eased off. “Thank you, Mr. Jones, for bringing me home,” I said evenly. Then I leaned forward and let him unlock the handcuffs. I emerged from the car into the inky night, which cloaked my barely dressed body until I was safe inside my apartment. The air was still thick with the scent of rain, which still hovered threateningly in the atmosphere.
I came on my hand in about ten seconds. In the back of my mind, I could hear Theo mocking me, and then laughed at myself as I recalled my silly fears. Maybe I was covering up deeper emotions of terror and panic, but I also remembered Mr. Jones reminding me that I was Theo’s slave.
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Nothing in my world escaped Theo’s dominion
