Jordy
The rumbling under my ears fills my world. Cool air hits my face and then I’m tucked into a seat and strapped in. Two doors slam, one after another, and a big presence fills the space beside me.
I say the first word that’s usually on my lips. “Master?”
“I’m not your master,” the voice growls and my eyes fly open.
A scarred face greets me. He’s glowering at me and I lower my eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he snarls and I duck my head. “No, f**k, don’t do that.”
I peer at him.
He’s rubbing his chest. “You’re all right. You’re safe with me.” He puts the truck in gear and pulls from the curb.
My fingers creep up and check for my collar. It’s still buckled snug around my throat. I sigh, sinking further into the passenger seat.
I do what I do best and stay meek and quiet f
