Before my mind could come to a decision, I could already see myself walking towards the door of the mall. I'm leaving, I'm choosing Ethan over my freedom.
I.. I uhm.. maybe, I should take a chance and try something knew...... I thought, while walking back to the car, my heart beating so fast.
I hopped into the front seat quietly, my fingers tangled together. I gulped nervously, staring down at my feet.
Ethan didn't say a thing, instead he started the car and drove away in complete silence.
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Ethan's POV.
My finger drummed rhythmically as I waited patiently for Janice arrival. I wonder what her decision would be.
I feel there's a 60 percent chance she would walk up to a police officer and report me. There's also a 40percent chance she would walk out that door in her slave cloth.