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“Now, Miranda.” That was the final straw. Mira didn’t speak. She didn’t cry. She turned, head high, but her heels hit the floor like war drums as she marched to the door and disappeared into the hall. ******* Mira paced her room like a lioness ready to strike, her heels clicking hard against the wooden floor. One hand tangled through her long blonde hair, pulling and tugging, the other held a cigarette that trembled between her fingers. She took a sharp drag and exhaled, and the smoke swirled through the air like a ghost.

The comment section was already three hundred replies deep. “Victoria.” Julie’s voice came through the phone. “Talk to me.” She stared at the screen, and responded. “I see it.” Somehow, her voice didn’t wobble. The articles online felt humiliating, but rather than cowering in fear, she felt angry. Her body was vibrating with rage. Forty-eight hours, Ryder had said. She hadn’t even made it forty-eight minutes, and her involvement with Ryder was everyone. “What’s the matter?” Miranda asked, still focused on her crossword and unaware of the problem.

she ordered. She reached for the journal, opened it to a marked page, held it above his head. “Aloud.” His voice came muffled against her flesh. “April 3, 2005 First full submission. I bound her spread-eagle on the library table. Whipped her breasts until they were crimson, then fucked her throat until she gagged. She came untouched when I called her my perfect little cunt. Afterward she thanked me on her knees, licking my boots clean.” Mira’s breathing grew ragged as he read. Her hips bucked, grinding against his mouth. He sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking fast.

I hated to say that I was scared to leave her all alone. “I am fine Harry. I promise to call if I need anything. Thank you for getting me a job”. She smiled weakly. I was at a loss for words. All I did was nod and walk out. Mira’s POV. My shift began and I had already read the eighty six pages of instructions. For a reason, I knew I would get used to them gradually. My first duty was to send a broadcast mail to all the staff informing them of a meeting at 12pm in the conference room.

“I want him to beg, Alex. I want him to look me in the eyes and see the woman he tried to break. I want him to fear me.” Alex nodded, his own resolve matching hers. “And he will, Mira. He’ll regret every moment he underestimated you. But we do this right. No mistakes, no rushing in blind.” Miranda took a deep, shaky breath, her tears slowing. She wasn’t just a victim anymore—she was a mother, a fighter, and she was ready to reclaim everything Aaron had stolen. “Let’s make him pay,” she said, her voice steady. Alex smiled grimly. “We will.”

It was as if the Fourth of July was being celebrated inside my body. When he fell on top of me and we both flattened onto the mattress, I was amazed at how powerful I felt. I could literally feel the magic filling my shine to the extent that it was oozing out. “You were right,” I murmured into the sheets. “You were very, very right.”

I was just about to call out her name when I froze completely, because of what I heard next. “What do you mean?” Mira laughed, like a madwoman. “There’s no way Jay will ever find out I’ve been tampering with his fertility just so I could have him to myself. I lost my womb four years ago!” My heart stopped. Mira? Mira was the one? “What did you just say?” I stormed into her room. The strong stench of cigarettes hit me instantly. She stood by the window, puffing, but the moment she saw me—she froze.

Present day. Denver, Colorado. Miranda Campbell, née Kane, hesitated outside Cassie’s Café. She caught a glimpse of her own face in the window, and she sighed at her haggard appearance, at the deep purple bags under her violet eyes. She’d barely slept the night before, and no goddamn wonder.

I asked, panicked. Miranda paused, just to twist the knife. “No. I had my associates let him go.” As relieved as I was, I was also stunned. “Why?” “Because he’s going to prove quite useful to me, as well. Would you like to know how?” She opened the black box. I couldn’t see what was inside, but she pulled out a cell phone, a cell battery, and a SIM card. “Your phone,” she said to me, just to make it obvious.

"Mr. K, Miranda, I'm more than okay. That was the most amazing thing I've ever done. Are you okay?" I let my dress drop as Miranda smirks at me and lifts the hem of her skirt until I can see the light blue lacy thong. The fabric tight against her smooth pussy, her slit imprinted on the dark, wet fabric. "I masturbated three times today, just thinking about it." She runs her finger up her slit. "Wanna do something wicked?" I look out the doorway. Miranda says. "No, there's no time. This is what I mean."