ParadiseLost23
Fallen From Grace
- Joined
- Feb 18, 2020
- Location
- Kicked out of Eden
Astraya Rivera, Age 19, height, weight, physical description and the picture of her looking desperate and afraid. Letting out a frustrated laugh he looked at his Chief in the eyes, "Are you kidding me? You may as well stick me at a fucking desk!" He had been working the case for some girls caught up in human trafficking, the only one they managed to pull from the fire was a spanish girl who was spitting and biting like a feral animal. Now he had somehow been chosen to pick the girl with the most trama as a punishment.
In a show of rage he stormed out, the girl was sitting with a female officer and seemed to have calmed down enough to act human. He made a disgusted face and turned towards the exit for the garage. Behind he left his badge and gun in the center of the desk.
Sliding into his raven colored truck, Jason turned over his engine but he waited for the three taps to the driver door. He pressed the window button down and a small mouse looking woman grimbles, “She will arrive in three days. Please take her information and things with you. When she arrives you will take her to get things she needs. Thank you for your help in this matter.”
“This really is bullshit.” He knew that it didn’t matter what he said but still, he said what he needed before peeling out of the parking complex. The next thing he had to do would be the hardest, he would need to call Samantha.
The phone rang once and she answered, “Hello Master, how may I be of service?” She was flirting with him and he knew that typically he would entertain her playful tone.
“Our time has come to an end. Thank you for your devotion.” He sounded cold and almost cruel. The phone like went to dead silence and he almost disconnected.
“Have I done something wrong?” Her voice was shaky and it was clear she was holding back sobs.
“Not at all pet. I told you from the start, I do not have the ability to stay for long periods of time because of my work. You have been wonderful.” He meant everything he said to her. He did not care often for his play things but Sam was a sweet girl. He knew from the start, she needed more than he would ever give. She told him that she would be alright with that but he had known better.
“I understand. If anything should change I would..” she started but Jason intervened.
“It won’t. Goodbye pet.” He heard her start to bargain but then he disconnected the call. Growling he smacked the heel of his left palm against the steering wheel. Two and a half hour drive. Taking a deep breath he fought the urge to call her back.
To be continued…
In a show of rage he stormed out, the girl was sitting with a female officer and seemed to have calmed down enough to act human. He made a disgusted face and turned towards the exit for the garage. Behind he left his badge and gun in the center of the desk.
Sliding into his raven colored truck, Jason turned over his engine but he waited for the three taps to the driver door. He pressed the window button down and a small mouse looking woman grimbles, “She will arrive in three days. Please take her information and things with you. When she arrives you will take her to get things she needs. Thank you for your help in this matter.”
“This really is bullshit.” He knew that it didn’t matter what he said but still, he said what he needed before peeling out of the parking complex. The next thing he had to do would be the hardest, he would need to call Samantha.
The phone rang once and she answered, “Hello Master, how may I be of service?” She was flirting with him and he knew that typically he would entertain her playful tone.
“Our time has come to an end. Thank you for your devotion.” He sounded cold and almost cruel. The phone like went to dead silence and he almost disconnected.
“Have I done something wrong?” Her voice was shaky and it was clear she was holding back sobs.
“Not at all pet. I told you from the start, I do not have the ability to stay for long periods of time because of my work. You have been wonderful.” He meant everything he said to her. He did not care often for his play things but Sam was a sweet girl. He knew from the start, she needed more than he would ever give. She told him that she would be alright with that but he had known better.
“I understand. If anything should change I would..” she started but Jason intervened.
“It won’t. Goodbye pet.” He heard her start to bargain but then he disconnected the call. Growling he smacked the heel of his left palm against the steering wheel. Two and a half hour drive. Taking a deep breath he fought the urge to call her back.
To be continued…