Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I knew I was in way over my head, but I also knew that I wanted to explore this new world. Anything to maybe save my marriage. Anything.
As Troy and I ventured further into the depths of the club, we encountered more and more bizarre activities, each one more perverse than the last. I had never seen anything quite like it before, and I was equal parts excited and scared.
Eventually, Troy and I found ourselves in a room with a large cage in the center. Inside, a woman was bound and gagged with rope. She was being whipped, and her screams echoed through the empty room. I could feel myself getting aroused, and I knew that I wanted to experience this world for myself. This was so unlike me. But maybe that’s what I needed.
To be different.
Troy pulled me close and whispered into my ear, “Do you want to join in?” I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I could go through with it. But there was something to this place. Something I needed to taste. To see. To feel.
I nodded my head yes, and Troy smiled as he opened the door to another cage. I stepped inside, knowing my wildest fantasies were about to become a reality.
Wow. I never imagined Troy Godwin and his wife were Vault members. There isn’t a single person who lives on Heathens Hollow who doesn’t know about The Vault. Not everyone has been there, of course. It’s exclusive and only the rich get to play in that playground. But everyone knows just how dirty and depraved it can be. People fly in from around the world to attend the dark sex parties. I had always been fascinated by them, and frankly, if it weren’t for me getting with Mark so young, I would have most certainly considered being one of the girls to work the parties. I heard there was a lot of money to be made, but what tempted me the most was I truly wanted to see what was inside that bank. I didn’t want to just hear the rumors. I wanted to see for myself.
I chuckle as I close and hide the journal. Freya Godwin, you dirty girl. I may not be able to ever look at Troy Godwin the same way now.
Nothing in tonight’s reading has given me a peek into Phoenix’s childhood, but from what I’ve gathered, love existed between Freya and Troy at one time in their marriage. Phoenix had to see that. He had to have seen glimpses of love.
“Phoenix,” I say into the camera, not sure if he’s awake and can even hear me. “What you’re doing to me, it isn’t you. You have to let go of the anger you have. I’ve apologized, and I will continue to do so every single day, if that is what it takes. But I promise you with my entire heart… I’m on your side. Your side.” I take a calming breath. “This isn’t you, Phoenix. I know that. I saw the real you before this all started. I’ve seen you. And yes, you are a Godwin, but you know your mother wouldn’t condone this. What would she say if she knew what you were doing to me? If she knew just how furious you are? Would your father treat your mother this way?”
I’m taking a risk bringing up Troy because maybe the answer to the question of whether his father would treat his mother this way is yes. Maybe he would. Maybe Troy taught Phoenix everything he knows and is willing to do to me.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Ani
Finding a comfortable way to sleep on the floor with nothing but a blanket, with the plug and handcuffs still so tight against my flesh isn’t easy, but I must learn how to accept it, or risk having continual panic attacks, which is no longer an option. I need to be strong. I have to find strength to survive. I have to. Finding my own internal peace will be the only thing to get me through this ordeal.
About an hour or so has passed since Phoenix escorted me back to the room, and I decide to take the time to really accept my surroundings and absorb them into my soul. If I can come to terms and welcome my new situation, I’ll be all right. I don’t know for sure what is in store for me with this man, but I must deal with the moment. My new strength will be in not worrying about tomorrow but rather focusing on today. Today, my concentration will be on breathing and comfort. Finding comfort. Rather than seeing this room as a cell, I need to change my opinion and see it as my haven. Trick my mind and trick my soul. It won’t be the first time.