Final Rundown

Marcus He had gathered all the information he needed to create the contract; now, all she had to do was wait for him to bring it back for her to sign. She will sign it, Marcus is right now giving her a way to freedom she wouldn't have had without him.

She remembers the part about sexual pleasures, where it stated if he becomes comfortable, he wasn't expecting Avalyn to ask about that. She wasn't expecting herself to, but she knew full well her husband wouldn't be touching her. With that thought in her mind, she craves it now, purely because Cain always said no. The door opens, and she looks up, Jace stands glaring at her.

"You think you have him fooled; you may. I, however, am not. If I so much as think you're ready to bolt, tell anyone or run with our money, I will shoot you, and then I will shoot Marcus. Consider that, his death will be on your hands for trying to save you." He turns and walks away shutting and locking the door behind him.

Avalyn stares at it, Marcus seems nice, and she doesn't think she can live with herself if he did kill him, especially when he is the only one wanting her alive. The door opens again this time Marcus standing there with the contract in his hand.

"I will leave it here for you to read, it goes into detail about contact with me, where you will stay if you're not at home and such". Avalyn nods as he places it down and walks out, locking the door behind him. She picks up the contract reading the first line.

'This is a binding contract between Avalyn Alderson and Marcus Lemmings'. Sitting she spends hours reading through it, making sure there is nothing in there she didn't agree to.

Sure enough, there wasn't, a part of her thought that maybe he would try to put something in she didn't want, but he hadn't. It makes her smile and feel like she can trust him just a little more. She looks at the contract.

'The slave is okay with a 24/7 lifestyle.'

'The slave is okay with the use of paddles, whips, floggers and crops.'

'The slave is okay with the use of other items such as belts, slippers and such if first discussed.'

She keeps reading through the equipment everything seems okay. She moves on to the next part.

'The slave is okay with wearing restraints throughout her day-to-day life.'

'The slave is okay with being used as furniture such as a chair, or table.'

'The slave is okay with being used as a statue to hold a lamp or such equipment.'

She spends hours reading the contract finally reading the don'ts.

'The slave does not agree to watersports and as such is a hard limit.'

'The slave does not agree with scat and as such is a hard limit.'

'The slave does not agree to auctions and as such is a hard limit.'

'The slave does not agree to any sort of activity with minors and as such is a hard limit.'

She reads them all satisfied he had listed everything she disagreed with and him as well. She sees the final part, her eyes casting over it, unsure if she wants to know what he has put down.

'The Slave will be given sexual pleasure when the Master agrees or if the slave believes she deserves a treat, the following items are allowed to be used'

Avalyn smiles, that is more than she had expected. Finishing reading the contract, she signs it, her hand shaking as she does. The door opens, and Marcus walks up, he leaves the door open as he picks up the contract and reads it. He signs his name next to hers and smiles.

"Right, here is the plan, it is nearly midnight. You have been there four days now. So we are going to dump you at the house. We already sent a letter about your inheritance; it would have arrived by courier. It has been four days Avalyn, but you're not sure as the room had no windows." Avalyn nods.

"We need to make it look real." Avalyn looks at him confused what does he mean? She sees his apologetic look.

"I need to tie you up again, blindfold you and everything. When it comes to dumping you." Marcus looks at his feet, feeling guilty. "We need to roll you out of the van while it's moving. We are going to time it, so he is outside and see's." She nods, Avalyn knows if they stop and help her out of the van Cain will think something is going on.

"Right, this is the address to meet at." Marcus hands her a piece of paper.

"There is a phone hidden in the garden; it is hidden inside the plant pot near your door. It's in a plastic bag. Only I have the number for that phone, and my number is saved, that is how I will contact you." Avalyn nods at Marcus's explanation.

"What are you going to do?" He looks at her; she had considered this over and over in her head today. Will she play the scared, distressed woman or be calm and rational?

"I am going to be crying, screaming and kicking, trying to escape. When Cain takes the bag off my head and releases me, I am going to hit him, a lot. I am going to think it was him, and he will reassure me it wasn't. I am going to tell him I have had that bag on the whole time; I was only allowed to take it off when the men were outside the room." Marcus nods smiling.

"They didn't tell me anything; they just kept saying they fucked up. Then I was dumped back at home." He nods.

"Good, when he speaks about your uncle dying, what is your plan?" Marcus needs to make sure she knows what she is doing, so this goes to plan.

"I am going to act confused, tell him I don't have an uncle, not that I know of. I will act like I am searching for my family history, that is when I find out I was adopted, my parents died not long after I was born, and I had just one uncle. He wouldn't adopt me, so I was put up for adoption." Marcus nods clapping his hands. They need to get sorted; they are running out of time.

"Right, it's time. Make sure you keep that phone switched off when Cain is home and on silent the rest of the time. We will give it a few days before meeting up as no doubt; he will act like the doting husband." Marcus explains as Avalyn nods, holding out her hands and waiting for him to tie them.