"TRUST CHALLENGE"
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basricTITLE: "Monday After Part 4 OF 4--MEGAN"
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: G/E
WORD COUNT:
RATING: M
A/N: FOR THOSE BRAVE ENOUGH TO LIVE THROUGH Alex's weekend it's on my Live Journal under an LJ cut titled "Weekend". Graphic sex/pain/bondage. This is a true tale from one of my patients who did not get out as lucky as Alex--She was in Trauma ICU for two weeks and almost died. She gave me permission to use parts of her story here as a warning for other women.
Megan watched Alex with concern across the café table.
“You’re hurt. Jim do that?”
“We got into a little rough sex play is all. I wanted it. He always asked permission before they...”
“THEY?”
Blood red Alex pressed cool hands to her face. I. . .I don’t want to talk about it."
“Alex? Go to Bobby. You can trust him.”
“Make no mistake Megan. Bobby is a sweet gentle giant, but he was Brooklyn bred and raised on the New York City streets. If he knew. . .he would kill Jim. No, I mean literally kill him. So, swear to me.”
“You won’t see Jim again. Promise or I won’t.”
“Promise,” Alex lied.
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: G/E
WORD COUNT:
RATING: M
A/N: FOR THOSE BRAVE ENOUGH TO LIVE THROUGH Alex's weekend it's on my Live Journal under an LJ cut titled "Weekend". Graphic sex/pain/bondage. This is a true tale from one of my patients who did not get out as lucky as Alex--She was in Trauma ICU for two weeks and almost died. She gave me permission to use parts of her story here as a warning for other women.
Megan watched Alex with concern across the café table.
“You’re hurt. Jim do that?”
“We got into a little rough sex play is all. I wanted it. He always asked permission before they...”
“THEY?”
Blood red Alex pressed cool hands to her face. I. . .I don’t want to talk about it."
“Alex? Go to Bobby. You can trust him.”
“Make no mistake Megan. Bobby is a sweet gentle giant, but he was Brooklyn bred and raised on the New York City streets. If he knew. . .he would kill Jim. No, I mean literally kill him. So, swear to me.”
“You won’t see Jim again. Promise or I won’t.”
“Promise,” Alex lied.
