Janelle POV
It had only been twelve hours since Mirabel left.
Just twelve.
But Janelle felt like her skin was peeling off without her.
She laid in the bed, wrapped in silk sheets that didn't smell like Mirabel anymore. The remote sat mockingly on the nightstand right where Mirabel left it.
The instructions were clear: Touch it and suffer the consequences.
But what exactly were the consequences? Was Mirabel watching her? Had she hidden cameras? Or was she bluffing?
Janelle stared at the ceiling, legs pressed tightly together, jaw clenched.
She hadn't even looked at another woman since Mirabel took her. Now, every sound, every sensation made her ache.
Her phone lit up.
MIRABEL
1 Missed Call.
1 Video Message.
Her heart jumped. She opened it immediately.
It was dark, grainy... Mirabel, in a hotel room. Wearing only a white robe, wine glass in hand, hair up in a messy twist. Her tone was soft, but her eyes? Dangerous.
"Do you miss me, pet?" she purred.
"I bet you're aching already. I hope you haven't disobeyed me…"
She tilted the glass to her lips. "Because if you have…"
A slow smile.
"I'll punish you again the moment I get home. But this time… you won't be able to walk for a week."
The video ended.
Janelle stared at the screen like it had slapped her.
And then
The toy inside her buzzed on.
Full power. No warning.
She screamed into the pillow, biting it, hips bucking wildly against the sheets.
She was watching. She was watching.
Somehow somewhere Mirabel was watching.
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To be continued