Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 77

She’s shaking and trembling. All that nerve, all that defiance has evaporated.

Have I finally broken you?

Here? Now?

Is that what I wanted?

What did I want?

What do I want?

“What the fuck have you done to my life? I never hurt you. And my mother really did nothing either. No-one chooses who they fall in love with. But she might have stayed with both of you if you’d let it happen…. But it’s all about you, you selfish, evil bastard…. And with what they’ve got on you now, my testimony isn’t even going to make any difference. You’re in here to stay, but you’ve got me in prison too….”

Shaking and rocking, she sobs hard. Blondie looks alarmed, wrapping his arms around her, murmuring something quiet.

And if the screen were not between us, I would hold her myself….

Mitch….

Mitch’s daughter….

She wipes a runny nose on her sleeve. It’s inelegant but endearing….

What the fuck am I thinking….?

The guard taps Blondie on the shoulder, pushing a tissue into his hand. He passes it to her and she blows her nose loudly and gracelessly.

A silence falls.

Ahh…. Christ….

What have I to lose…?

“Jennifer…. Charlotte. Go get your life back.”

Clutching at the tissue, she blinks through swollen eyes. “What?”

“I said, get your life back. You’re right. You appearing in court, no matter what your testimony, isn’t going to make a difference to me at this point. Go home. Go back to your university. Go find your mother if you want to. If she’s still alive. You won’t have any more trouble. Or at least none that I’m responsible for.”

Blondie stands, his chair scraping back, looming over me through the screen….

Jeez, you’re a big bastard….

“You’re kidding,” he says. “Just like that, it’s all different?”

Is it?

“Yeah… just like that. I suppose you won’t believe me, but, for what it’s worth to either of you, you have my word. Whatever else happens in your lives, I won’t be behind your problems…. But there’s a price….”

She wrings at the tissue. “Which is?”

“I’m going to be locked away for a long time. Probably for good. Come and visit me.”

And now she stands, rising from her seat and stepping back. “You cannot be serious.” She looks appalled.

“I’m perfectly serious. Come and visit me….”

Mitch’s daughter….

Mitch’s image….

“…. Talk to me sometimes.”

Blondie, outrage in his voice, “You murdered her father, tried to destroy her mother, enslave her…. And you want her to visit you?”

“What harm can it do? You think they’re going to let me near her?”

“What I have to get past….” says Blondie, “…is that I’m looking at a man who kidnapped, assaulted, and intended to rape and sell, my wife-to-be, and to crown it all, suspects he might be her father….”

Conners’ daughter….

And my stomach lurches again….

“….. suddenly turns into Father Christmas and says that everything’s suddenly okay?”

“Yes, I did all that. But that was then. And…. I’ve already lost the game.”

He looks at me in utter disgust and disbelief, wraps an arm around her and with a nod to the guards, steers her away and out. As they leave, she looks back at me over her shoulder.

*****

After they leave a guard takes me by the arm. “Back we go, sir.”

Sir?

“You're new, aren't you?”

“Yes, Mr Klempner, I am.”

Mr Klempner?

He keeps his voice low. Low enough not to be heard by the other guard. “I ran into an associate of yours recently. A Mr Baxter….”

Ahhh...

“…. He asked me to ask you if there is anything you need?”

“News mainly.”