Authors Note: If you have not read the first chapter I would advise you to do so, just so you got the gist of what's going on. If you have no clue what the christian reference or tattoo look up the history of the bdsm emblem. Otherwise, enjoy. P.S. this also has no erotic scenes, still setting up my plot. Tell me what you think.
~KBG
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"Slave, come over here. Now." His tone changed as I turned and frantically rushed to my vehicle.
I ignored the man and yanked open my car door. Tumbling in and quickly staring the car once again, I hit the gas and sped down the winding road. I glanced up into my rearview and was pleasantly greeted with the most startled look on a grown mans face I'd ever seen. Smirking on the inside I boasted at the fact that I just got away from this overbearing man. Pa would have been proud, and Mama was worried I wouldn't be able to hold my own.
Mother Nature seemed to be against me, If I didn't slow down I would have crashed. The pouring rain made it completely hard to see out into the night, and the wind made it hard to stay in my lane. I glanced up and saw the red and blue flashing lights coming around the bend.
I had not thought about it but all I knew was that I did not want to be caught by this man. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles went white. If it were any other day I would have already lost him but in these conditions, he was gaining on me. I turned one more corner and saw a pair of distorted red flashing lights ahead of me.
"Fuck! No no no no!" I exclaimed seeing the railroad crossing bars begin to lower. I punched the gas seeing an opportunity.
The train wasn't far away but if I passed the train there would be no chance he'd catch me. The bars just finished lowering, the train was barreling closer every second that ticked by. My car hit 80 mph and I could no longer see anything bust a sheet of water and red lights. My body jolted to the side as I felt my car jerk from the impact. The bars broke and I flew over the flat railroad tracks.
It was like every high speed car chase you've seen in the movies, except this time it was real. The train passed through my rearview mirror and I felt a wave of relief flood over my body. When I arrived home that night, it was 1 in the morning and I was exhausted. Stripping out of my soaking wet clothes I plopped under my fluffy red blanket and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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My alarm went off too early. I rolled over and hit stop on my phone. The clock read 5:30 am and I struggled to get out from under the warm covers. It was time to get ready for the hotel job that I quite despised. As I finished pinning back all my curls into a tight bun and tied my smock around my waist, there was a harsh knock at the door. No one ever visited me and I was instantly alarmed. I grabbed my purse and reached inside for my can of mace. I looked through the peephole and saw a man in uniform. I slowly opened my door and looked into the eyes of the older man standing before me.
"How can I help you, Sir?" I asked nervously.
"Are you Ms. Fae Jemerson?" The old man said gruffly.
"I am." I stepped out of the little apartment and locked it up.
I felt the old man step a little too close for comfort and I squeezed the can of mace in my purse.
"Sir, I'd like to inform you that I have a can of mace and my phone on me. The phone has been recordin' since you have made eye contact with me. Please do not step that close to me." I stated clearly knowing very well my phone was not recording anything.
The police officer scoffed and took two steps away from me.
"Can you explain why you're here? Or can I go, I'm gonna be late for work if you hold me here any longer." I said in a irritated tone.
"Last night we were radioed at the station that there was a car chase happening due to unauthorized roadside repair, disrespecting an officer, and leaving the scene without permission. We also have video footage of a light blue 1998 Toyota Corolla bashing through railroad track bars with the license place of HJM 2800. Do you own a light blue 1998 Toyota Corolla with the license of HJM 2800?" He asked as he was looking at a police report in his hand.
"Yes, I do. I was that person your fellow officer was talking about. I have an old car, the hazards do not work and that is not a law here. The car was still running so passerbyers could see my brake lights and I had a large flashlight shining slightly towards the road as a flare would if I had one. He tried to give me a ticket for being a woman out too late, because it was 'unsafe.' I used my fingers to air quote.
The officer was staring at me with a weary look.
"I told him goodnight and as I was walking back to my car he grabbed me, made unsolicited comments towards me, and I shook out of his grasp at hurried from the scene because he scared me the way he was acting towards me."
"Ma'am that doesn't warrant you braking government property. I am still going to have to take you down to the station." He replied.
I huffed out an angered breath.
