Chapter 13
“Ah! Alex! Why is it you?!”
Susan and Amelie shrieked, their hands trembling. They even forgot to pull the reeking sock from his mouth.
I leapt from the wardrobe with a cheerful wave.
“Hi there! What are you two up to?”
Surprise! Bet you didn’t expect that.
They scattered like rats.
Alex ended up in the hospital again.
And once again, the police came knocking.
“This time you went too far,” one officer scolded. “Look at him! Not a patch of skin uninjured. After the statement, we’ll have to process charges against you.”
I pouted, then showed them my phone.
“Wasn’t me. Here’s the footage.”
They reviewed it, then asked, “Then who tied him to the bed? And the doctors said there were many whip marks and burns on his skin. The two women’s sticks couldn’t have caused that.”
I played another clip–the night vision video of Alex trying to strangle me with a rope.
“He offered himself up. This was just our… couple’s kink.” I batted my lashes shyly.
“The whips and candles? He bought those. Check his phone, there’ll be receipts.”
“Seriously? Now you’re policing S&M as well?”
The cops coughed awkwardly.
“Well… that sort of thing… as long as it’s, uni, consensual… fine, you can go for now. We’ll question the others.”
Turned out Susan and Amelie had done far worse. Their beating had fractured three of Alex’s ribs, broken his wrist and leg, and nearly punctured his lung.
Even with Alex writing a leniency statement, both women still got slapped with seven days in detention.
As Amelie was dragged off, I waved kindly.
“Don’t worry about David. I’ll take great care of him while you’re gone.”
“Nooo!” Amelie’s scream was guttural, filled with despair.
Chapter 13
