The Cost of Freedom Is High

That Wasn't The Reaction I was Expecting

I finished putting on my bra and underwear per Michael's request.

"Go downstairs." Michael growled, coming back into the room.

"To the kitchen?" I asked.

"No, the basement." Michael replied.

Oh no, this was bad.

"Please no, it was an accident, that wasn't supposed to come out. I didn't know it would." I freaked out,

"Bella, just go downstairs okay." Michael stated.

I nodded, and made my way down the hall, the stairs (both sets) and made my way down to the basement.

My worry kicked in even more as I looked around the room and saw all of the equipment hanging up on the walls, along with the bed and the bench situated to the far left and the far right of the room.

"I'm sorry." I blurted out, as Michael made his way into the room, shutting the door behind.

"Bella just be quiet and listen to me. You're not going to get in trouble or get punished. Am I a little upset? Yes of course, but I just feel like you and I need to have a heart to heart." Michael told me.

"So you're not going to hurt me?" I questioned him.

"No, unless you want it of course." Michael said with a smile.

"I'm fine with the heart to heart." I replied.

"Good to know." Michael stated.

He led me to the bed, lifted me up, and sat me up against the headboard. Quickly after that he followed suit and sat next to me.

I let out a little chuckle of relief.

"What?" He asked.

"The look in your eyes after I yelled Chance's name screamed full on murder." I admitted.

"To be honest I was a little pissed off, I've had girls not scream before, but screaming another guy's name? That was a first for me, and it threw me for a big loop." Michael said.

"Well, thank you for not killing me." I joked with him.

I meant it, I knew he had the power to inflict pain and damage to my body, but he seemed to be calm now.

Words couldn't express how grateful I was, this could've been very VERY bad.