6 Months Prior:
"I didn't mean to," Sarah Wilson said, dropping the gun in her condo. "Please…he…"
"Sarah," Kenny said, holstering his weapon and looking at his partner. "What happened?"
Bruises, Max thought, those marks on her neck… "Did he violate the restraining order?"
"He came here," Sarah said. "He…raped me. He wanted to take me away, to one of the places…his family. They'll kill me."
"They won't," Kenny said. "Max?"
She looked back at him. He loves her, she thought, even through her separation he…he loves her. "He raped you, hurt you…no court will convict."
"We don't know that," Kenny said.
"Peter's family," she breathed. "THey have so much money,so much…I'll vanish. They make women vanish."
Max bit her lip, looking around the bloodstained kitchen. "Did anyone know he came here?"
"Please," Sarah begged. "For our baby?"
Kenny looked back at Max. "You sure?"
No, Max thought, no… Peter Wilson is a monster. We couldn't get him on rape charges, he's dodged money laundry…he did this. I know he's rich and…baby? Kenny is having a baby with her? I'm fine. "He won't hurt you again, Sarah."
6 Months Prior - Kenny
"Peter Wilson?" Kenny asked.
"No one has seen him in weeks. He missed his court date," Jimmy said. "I know you're seeing Sarah."
"She's terrified of him. I don't care where he is."
"That call to her house?"
"Nothing," he said. "She had a panic attack. He terrorized her. She's living with me now."
And pregnant, Jimmy thought, something isn't right. "His attorney is here. His investigators. Is there anything I need to know?"
"Nothing," Kenny lied. "I hope he rots."
6 Months Prior - Max
Adam smiled over coffee at her. Perfect, he thought, a few changes needed but she is perfect for this. "For you."
Max smiled at her boyfriend of two months. He's sweet, smart, she thought, snuggling in closer to him. "Thank you."
"You're naughty, Max," he said. "Very naughty."
She flushed at that, thinking of their rough sex and how she liked not being treated like she was fragile. "Am I?"
He pulled her into his lap, so she straddled him. "You put up a serious and studious…I know who you are."
I think he does, she thought, I'm really falling for him. "Tell me who I am then."
"You're mine."
6 Months Prior - Max & Kenny
"You look nervous."
She looked at her partner and best friend across their squad car. "I'm not."
"You can't say anything."
"I won't."
"She's pregnant and," He said, looking at her. "I know what we did."
Covered up Peter's murder, Max thought, disposed of the body. Cleaned the scene and… "Are you okay?"
"We did the right thing."
"Did we? No court would…What?"
"Jimmy said his family is asking questions. They'll kill her," Kenny said. "If they…they're rich, powerful, she's scared and."
"I won't say anything."
Now - Max
"You come with me and this all goes away, Max," he said. "You won't go to jail and neither will Kenny or anyone else. This all goes away if you agree."
She gulped. "There isn't any evidence."
"You are smarter than that, Deputy," he said, stroking her cheek. "Come. Look. Watch."
She hitched her breath as she watched the grainy camera footage of Sarah shooting her ex-husband…and what she adn Kenny did to cover it up after. I can't…jail…we wanted to help her. He loves her, they're having a baby. No, I… "What is this?"
"You're bored. You want more,," Adam said. "My client is a very powerful man and we will make sure you adn Kenny are punished for covering up the murder of his son. I know he was an abusive bastard, that he got what he deserved, but you both committed a crime, Max. I have no interest in Kenny, but you…I have more than enjoyed our time together.
She stared at him. "You knew?"
He smiled at her. "Of course I did. I was here to investigate."
"What do you want from me?"
"You'll be mine," he said simply. "To do with what I please. Come. Follow me. I won't hurt you. This is your decision, Max."
Confess, take my lumps… Peter Wilson beat her, we helped…we broke the law. I should…they're having a baby, I can't…this is insane. Gritting her teeth she followed him reluctantly.
"I have needs, Max," he said. "We've had our fun, but my needs…Ones I will train you to fill."
She inhaled looking at the closet full of whips and costumes. "What?"
"This is a mere glance. I will remake you, train you," he smiled. "You will want for nothing with me."
She gulped. "But."
"We will leave this place together. You will cease to exist, your old life will be gone, and you will be someone new."
Or I go to jail. Kenny and Sarah do too…their unborn baby…I can't…it's just me. I'll be okay. "Kenny and Sarah will be safe? They won't…this will go away?"
"Max?" he asked, running his fingers through her long hair. "You agree to be mine?"
"Are you…like sex trafficking me?"
He smiled and shook his head. "I want you for myself…I have needs, Max. I belong to certain clubs where we may be with others, but you're going to belong to me."
"Oh."
"It will be very pleasurable for you."
She nodded, oddly intrigued and disgusted by that. "When?"
"Why wait?"
"But…I have…I can't just…"
"You agreed. You'll be mine and Kenny and Sarah will be free. Tell me you'll be mine, Max."
"I'll be yours."
"You'll go away with me and let me train you."
"I'll go away with you and let you train me."
"We start now," he smiled, letting his hands drift down her body and settle on her waist. "You'll stay here with me tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Come," he said, letting his thumbs drift into the waistband of her jeans. "I'll go over your contract with you."
"Contract?"
"I'm making your legal troubles vanish, Max, and you are giving yourself to me. We have a legal agreement. There is nowhere you can go that I can't find you."
His, she thought, I'll be…I'll be okay. I'm all alone…I can do this. "Do you want me in one of those outfits?"
He smiled slowly at her. "Well, you aren't dressed for this celebration…but not one of those yet. Come."
NOW - MAX
"This is a celebration," Adam said, handing her the champagne in his office. "Come, Max."
"On your lap?" she asked as he patted it.
"We need to review the contract. You need to understand what is going to happen."
Max settled reluctantly in his lap, as he wrapped his free arm around her, settling close to her breast. Feeling a bit ridiculous in the lace, halter, mini dress he had her change into, she shifted slightly so it covered her more.
"No need for that. You look perfect."
She held his gaze for a moment. "The contract?"
He smiled at her. "Aren't you eager?"
"Curious," she admitted. "You're the Wilson family fixer and…you should want us in jail. You have proof."
"I want you more, Max. I have since I first saw you. The Wilsons?" he said. "You know what Peter Wilson was. He got what he deserved."
"I thought you liked me.."
Adam smiled, as he intertwined his fingers with hers. "I very much like you. You won't regret any of this." You're going to be trained to satisfy me. Others. I belong to an exclusive club, Max, and you will too. We will be getting married shortly, you will be my wife as well. You won't fight the training, even if it hurts…and I don't want to hurt you."
"Others?"
He smiled and nodded. "Humiliation, dominatrix, you will fill many roles…let me show you, train you, sign Max."
"Marry you?"
"Your old life is over."
What old life, Max thought, alone, committed a felony…I'm going to be some sex slave dominatrix? At least I won't be alone… "Give me the pen."
NOW - KENNY
"Max took time off?" Kenny said, looking at her desk. "She never does."
"She said she had personal issues," Jimmy said, seeing Kenny look away. "Is everything all right with her?"
"Max is fine."
NOW -MAX
She looked at herself in the waist length platinum wig, lace bralette halter top and low slung cut-offs that her ass cheeks practically hung out of early the next morning.
"This will do," Adam said, handing her the oversized sunglasses. "Come along, Max."
She stifled a yawn, feeling very exposed in her skimpy clothes. "Where?"
He squeezed her ass through her cut-offs. "You belong to me. Where we go is not your concern. Pleausring me and your training is."
She gulped as his fingers slipped into her shorts, feeling her and pausing as he did, pulling her back against him. "Is something wrong?"
"We'll take care of all that," he said, tugging on her pubes. "We need to get to the plane."
She gulped, he burned my purse, phone, no ID, nothing but what he gave me. I could run…that contract can't be legal. Neither is covering up a murder. "Plane?"
"My plane, Max."
"You have a plane."
He smiled at her, his fingers traveling up under her top and stroked her breasts. "We have a long trip. Come."
Max glanced in the mirror again, feeling herself starting to slip away. I'll be fine.
"Take these," he said, handing her the pills.
"What?"
"Take them, Max."
"But…drugs?"
"You're my property. You do as you are told."
"What are they? What will they do to me?"
"Max."
She heard his voice harden. He won't hurt me…who am I kidding? He blackmailed me…I'm going to be trained in…sex? I'm dressed up like a slutty teenager. She held out her hand and looked at them briefly before swallowing them without water.
"Very good," he said, helping her into the towncar. "Just relax."