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“Where have you been?”

“M-Master. I just…I?—”

It took everything I had to stop myself from continuing. I glanced at Melissa, not letting go from fisting my slave’s dress. “I have to go. I look forward to your call.”

A yelp left my slave as I pulled her closer, practically dragging her to the apartment. I had my hand locked in her hair and her facing me before the door even closed.

“Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?Where did you go? Did you leave the building? Did anyone touch you? Hurt you?Speak!”

But I wasn’t giving her time. I was turning her face back and forth. Using my free hand to pat down her arms and chest.

“Master, I’m sorry. I only wanted to look around. I’m fine. Nothing happened.”

“And you’re lucky! God, I could?—”

Somehow I forced myself to let go as I stepped back, but I found myself spinning for her again just as fast.

My heart was racing.

My stomach was flipping.

My cock was hard.

“You went out of the building?”

Tears were welling in her eyes as my slave tried to take steps back from me, but I couldn’t stop from closing the distance. The further she got in the room, the more the darkness inside me grew.

“I didn’t know there was a town out there. A city. I saw the shops and people?—”

“And you decided to go.”

“I didn’t get hurt.”

“But you got touched. That place is so packed, you have to squeeze down the streets. You can’t fucking tell me no one touched you out there. A slave, alone. You sure as hell don’t look the part of a Mistress.You’re food.You have no idea what you’ve done.”

Margaret crashed into the wall, not able to edge down as I leveled my hands to each side of her shoulders, trapping her in place.

“I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t know.”

“You could have been hurt. Killed!”

Tears flooded free as a sob left her.

“It was a mistake.” She inched left. Then, right. “I said I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t. It’s going to be hard to leave me when you can’t even move.”

“W-What?”

My eyes searched hers, and I could feel my identities battling themselves. The old me. The new me. They were fighting to the death as I took in scared, brown eyes.

“You fucked up, slave, and now I’m going to have to show you the consequences for breaking the rules.”

“But I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know it was a rule. Master.” Her head shook. “It’s not fair to punish me for something I didn’t know.”

“Nothing about the Gardens is fair. It’s life, and yours belongs to me…Maggie-Lynn.”

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