Despite the incident with the knife, which he had promptly removed and snapped in half, Jackson had made the decision as he left her cell, still covered in his blood, to purchase her, if only to keep her safe from herself. He had spent the past few days with the looming promise of Johanna visiting with their children for the holidays tidying and decorating the bedroom he had designated as the slave room. He had set up the bed and a couple of stray items of furniture. Soon her closet would be full of wonderful clothes. She was never to be hungry or dirty or beaten (without deserving) again.
Jackson stood outside Makayla’s cell. He opened it with the guard’s keys and returned them to the man. “Makayla?” he murmured into the darkness. “Come here.”
“I want to spank you, but also want to know you want it. I need to hear it sweetheart, tell me you deserve it…”
― Felicity Brandon, Friday’s Lesson
One by one, over and over, I will impress upon you my resolve. Until you wear mine with pride.