The woman leans into Jack as he begins to unravel the rope in his hand. She lifts her wrists on his command, and he softly whispers two words that course straight down my spine. “Good girl.” Lips parted, I find myself wondering what it must feel like to be in her position, to be so adored and treated so gently by him. To feel his touch, his attention, his gentle praise. He mumbles something else to her I can’t understand, and I wish that I could. And then his eyes lift, making their way out to the crowd where a small group of people is standing, myself included. I do my best to hide, ducking
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