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His hands grip his hips as he looks first to the ceiling, then to the floor before returning and sitting down.

I won’t take my eyes off of her. This is my own punishment for not doing enough to protect her.

I failed her over and over again, but I will commit everything to memory so I can be here for her and help her now.

“I’ll remind you I gave you a safe word, Jessa.”

Dropping her head back in place, she chooses silence, and I understand why.

There is nothing that will stop Maxwell now. He’s given her some kind of safe word in the hopes that she’ll ask for mercy so he can deny her request, and she knows it.

“Have it your way.” The shuffle of Maxwell’s body causes Jessa to tense up.

She knows what’s coming this time. She just doesn’t know where. The switch connects along her lower back, and she sucks hard to suck in air as she coughs out her pain. Her hands remain fisted tight as her head lolls. Her body is still exhausted from the cage, and I silently hope she passes out again from this horror she is barely living through.

My wish is granted on his next swing. Her head snaps back when the switch hits her upper back, then immediately drops limp onto the bench.

Maxwell notices it too.

Pausing only to check her pulse, he smiles at his accomplishment, and I vow to make him feel every single thing he is inflicting on her.

He whips her another ten times as hard as he can while she is unconscious. I couldn’t say if it was his intention to continue striking her, because on the tenth hit, the switch snaps in two across her back.

He drops the broken branch to the ground, then steps close, watching.

Slowly, almost one at a time, the strikes that broke her skin swell as blood pours out in trickles.

I glance over to Logan, who is frozen in his seat with his hand covering the look of shock on his face. In the ten years I’ve known him, he’s never inflicted this level of pain on anyone.

This is raw sadism, without control and void of humanity.

The video cuts back to Jessa’s body lying limp across the bench, and I’m hoping for the end when a bucket of water is poured over her head. She jolts in her binds, and water spurts from her mouth as she regains consciousness.

The belt has now been fastened around her throat, but she doesn’t notice it. Her body trembles as the pain from the beating registers in her brain, and she lets out an exasperated cry.

“IT HURTS. PLEASE.”

“Shh. That’s all over now, Jessa. I’ll have the doctor give you something for the pain. It hurts much worse than it looks.” His arrogance knows no bounds. He knows damn well the scars he’s inflicted on her.

“Let me go, Maxwell. I’ll contact Zane. He’ll work something out.”

“I’m not ready to let you go, Jessa. Now that you’re mine, I think I want to keep you.” He reaches his hand slowly between her legs.

He’s challenging her to deny she’s his, but she doesn’t fall for it. Closing her eyes tight, she drops her head back down to the bench, and her upper body heaves as she cries.

“You made a mistake with Jack. You realize that now.” He slides deeper into his psychotic break. “It’s no matter. You belong to me. Just like it was always supposed to be.” Stepping back from her, he continues talking as he unzips his pants. Jessa hears it, and she struggles, pulling against her binds and pleading “no” over and over again. “You still with me, my little crybaby?”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“No, Jessa.Youdidn’t have to do this. It’s your choices that brought us here. I wanted your light.” Stepping forward, he positions himself behind her, grabbing her hips and jerking her toward him. “Now all I can think about is snuffing out your light and showing you my dark.” He snarls as he lunges into her, and she screams a long, painful cry.

Bile rises from my stomach as I bear witness to her forced sodomy. I fail her and close my eyes, knowing if I watch one more second, I will go to a place I will never come back from.

His grunts and her cries fill my head, and I’m moments from spiraling when Jessa screams, “JACK!”

My eyes fly open to find him holding the leash end of his belt with one hand as he fists her hair with the other, wrenching her head back to give her a full view of my fake happily ever after, still plastered on the screen in front of her as he violates her.

Then it comes again.

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