hostage | - dod sequel • completed ✓

12

Sasha's P.O.V -

I sit with my eyes widened, staring at the note.

He's leaving?

Good!

Right?

Yes, yes that's right. He's leaving.

He can't hurt you anymore Sasha.

I smile wide at the thought.

But you'll be all alone again.

No that's not true. I mean yeah I've been M.I.A but I'm sure Kevin or some of the girls will be up to catching up.

Except for Becky.

I cringe at the memory of her standing proudly onstage alongside the bitch troll.

She's the whole reason you were put in this predicament in the first place. Ugh.

I guess I'm free.

But Zahra will probably sign me with another dom soon.

Not all of them could be as bad as Corbin, right?

That's not possible.

Plus it'll be probably like a month before Zahra finds me a dom.

A month of freedom is better than no freedom.

I breathe in deep and smile before looking at the letter and the money taped to it.

No way in hell am I keeping this.

Sorry Corbin.

I place the letter back and go upstairs, rushing to change.

He wants me gone? Fine.

How long will it take for him to pack his stuff? Where will he go?

I frown in thought.

He will figure it out, why should you care?

Exactly. Why should I care?

For once you agree with your subconscious.

I roll my eyes at my inner thoughts before rummaging around my closet to find something to where.

Something I want to wear.

Freedom.

I smile and travel to the back of my closet, the forbidden zone.

Previously forbidden.

All these clothes were pushed back because master didn't approve of them.

Not anymore.

FREEDOM.

I move things around until I find the perfect outfit, my favorite outfit.

Surprise surprise.

I clutch it to my chest, holding on to it for dear life as if it'll disappear any second now.