章 29: Chapter 29: Ransom, Part 9

Charlotte

Got it!

Finger and thumbnails gripping onto the corners of a box, it shifts; not by much, but it moves, just enough for me to get a proper hold. And now as I pull, it eases towards me.

Result!

One cardboard box. Contents undetermined.

And with something to haul myself up against, I can - at last - stand... The box, stout as it is, buckles under me, but nonetheless, I finish the manoeuvre upright.

What's inside?

Old drinks bottles... whiskey, vodka, gin, beer...

A drink...

Oh, God... For a drink...

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Michael... peeling foil from the bottle, prising off the wire cage and popping the cork on a bottle of cava. His blue eyes... his sunlit hair. And his smile...

Oh, God... His smile...

My Golden Lover.

My husband.

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My Master, his dark eyes full of the promise of what is to come as he offers me a glass: a tall flute, shimmering gold in the candlelight, frothing white and fragrant as I sip wine and bubbles together...

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