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He places his hand down at his side, to my surprise, not intimidated at all by my not falling in line with his act of chivalry. I walk by the rules of my Owner, even in front of a man that seems so like him.

“Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll order something for the both of us.” He takes a seat and lifts his hand, immediately catching the attention of a waiter, at which point he orders smoothly and effortlessly in French. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered for us. I ordered you shrimp. If you don’t like it, please let me know, and I’ll get you something else,” he smiles bright, causing me to flinch at his attractiveness.

“Do as you will,” I state, picking up the pitcher of water a waiter brought over and pouring it into a crystal glass.

“I will. Thank you.” His voice rumbles around me as I take a sip and feel his gaze slowly take me in once more. “Wow… you are simply stunning. The pictures your brother showed me do you no justice, even though you were gorgeous in those as well.”

“Thank you,” I set the glass down, already bored. I see he’s got an aura like Saw, but he’s not like him at all. My Owner would never ask me if I was okay with him ordering for me. I would never have a choice. He’d order for me, and I’d eat it just because he wanted me to.

My Owner would have already made me crawl under this table to suck his dick while he drank his wine and fed me cum as an appetizer. This man is just like the others.He pales in comparison.

To go even further, I knew he wasn’t a fit Owner for me when I went home, and there was no instruction on what I was to wear, how to do my hair, or what shoes to put on… the simple fact that I had tothinkat all is a turn-off and dries my coochie up.

For a woman who likes a little control and adores her rights, this would be a perfect man. He smells good, he’s attractive, and he’s commanding to a certain degree without being pushy. He is the perfect guy... yet he’s a blatant no for me.

“Can you tell me more about you?” he reaches out to touch my hand, and I stand quickly, knocking the chair back, clutching my stomach, and placing my hand over my mouth to keep from retching… “Hey are you o—” He tries to touch me again but I stagger back and spring off to the ladies’ room into the stall, throwing up until there’s nothing left in my stomach.

It’s always like this… anytime a man shows me attention romantically, I feel sick. I feel like I’m going to lose my balance,and my world is being flipped right side up, and I can’t stand it. No, I hate it! I hate it so fucking much it makes my skin crawl.

By the time I flush the toilet and wash my hands, I feel like I’ve dropped three pounds from how much came out. I glance in the mirror and grimace, seeing my reflection. How can a person look good on the outside but feel so fucking horrible on the inside?

Anyone looking at me would assume I’m a happy-go-lucky woman who’s got her shit together. But in truth, I’m dying day by day, and soon, when Shawn goes off to live with his person, whomever that may be, I’ll be an empty shell with nothing to hold on to.

I feel like I’m going insane. No… I feel like I went insane in that cabin, and I’ve come out into a world of beings that make me sick.

Turning away from the mirror, I leave the bathroom and pause when I see Mr. James there…

“Hey, are you okay? I was worried about you.” He comes over to me, and I take a step back.

“Y… yes. I’m sorry, I’m just not feeling well,” I smile half-heartedly but he frowns.

“So, you’re what… you’re just going to leave?” he cocks a brow, and I set my mouth firm, daring him to stop me.

“I am, and?” I level him with a glare, and he falters before taking a step back.

“Fine, then go. I don’t know why I took a chance on your psychotic ass anyway I just did your brother a favor since he was worried about you. I should have listened to the blogs about you losing your mind after that psych—” All too quickly, I pull out the knife I keep on me and hold it to his throat.

It’s the very knife my Owner left me. He’s unworthy of having it slice into his skin, but it can and will at least shut him the fuck up.

“What were you saying?” I smile, staring deep into his eyes, which causes me to shudder and avert my gaze.

“N-nothing… ha-have a n-nice e-evening, m-ma’am,” he stammers, and I giggle, nipping the tip of his nose.

“I thought so.” I tap his face with the knife before placing it back in my holster and strutting off.

“YOU CRAZY BITCH! I’LL TELL ALL THE NEWS OUTLETS ABOUT YOU! I’LL—” I hold the middle finger and walk off, leaving the restaurant and immediately getting a call from my brother, which I don’t bother picking up.

I just pull open my texts to tell him I’m on my way to get my son as I head to the car when my heart pauses in my chest, my lungs cease function, and my entire being goes still. Out of the cornerof my eye, I see a man… no, a beast, the exact spitting image of my Owner, coming out of a bar with a woman, smiling while he holds the small of her back, ushering her out kindly.

I swallow, heart thundering in my chest, unable to even think as he throws his head back and laughs just like him. Even the wrinkles in the corner of his eye are the same… Saw… My Saw! My Owner.I found you!

Chapter 19

Carnivorous Bird

BIRDIE

Ichew my nail, watching them having a casual conversation, stomach churning because his smile that’s supposed to belong to me is being so freely given to another woman when he made me earn that smile.How could you?!

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