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“So you’re alright for tonight?” he asked pulling me away from his mouth.
“Why wait for tonight, Jason?!”
His eyes opened wide and I slipped gently down to my knees before him.
He touched my hair with his fingers. “Oh, Gemma. You’re my heart and soul.”
Oh, the night we had in that room. Afterwards I was content, lying on the bed. We had spent the entire night in his lair, fetching in refreshments when our stamina ebbed. The bench was amazingly erotic. Though he had inflicted pain on me with his favourite whip and paddle, he used them sparingly, breaking me in gently. I had called him master when in entered me and used me to reach his powerful climax, mine conjoined to his like a twin. Soon we would be married and our relationship would be complete. The traumas of my past put away, not forgotten but contained. I was being healed and my future felt secure.
Jason lay alongside me asleep, wrapped in the sheet. He looked wonderfully calm and at peace with himself. I snuggled up beside him and fell into a deep sleep.
Epilogue
Gemma Lucas picked up the small artist’s paintbrush and started to rinse the tip under the cold water tap. The water ran about the b
ase of the chrome sink, swirling and twisting about as it made its way towards the plug-hole. As the brush hairs came into contact with the water, the colour of the paint mingled with the clear liquid. The stark bright red colour formed a twirling pattern like raspberry sauce on top of an ice-cream sundae. Round and round the redness turned as the water carried away the colour. The brush was small, typical of the ones she chose to paint with, and was unremarkable other than the fact it seemed to hold the paint to its fibres like glue.
The rinsing was taking too long.
She gripped the wooden handle tightly in her hand and it felt like it was going to snap between her fingers. Her gaze was transfixed on the paint eddy, almost hypnotically and other images flashed before her eyes but not like a daydream. What she saw was reality in her mind and uncompromisingly realistic. The pictures forming were not the problem. It was the emotion, which accompanied the vision, that caused her to panic.
Fear.
No, no. No! God no!
Everything went blank.
THE END.
