Anna's Pov
I drove home from his house with tears still on my face, and my hands stayed tight on the wheel. The weekend started right then on Saturday morning, and I was alone in my apartment, which felt smaller than ever when I walked inside and dropped my keys on the table. I looked around at the quiet rooms with no chains hanging from the ceiling, no commands coming from his mouth, and no Alexander standing there watching me with those sharp eyes.
I took off my clothes slowly because the fabric pulled on the red marks he left, and I stood in front of the mirror naked. I saw the belt lines crossing my back, the hand prints on my ass, the bruises on my wrists from the cuffs, and the tiny pinch marks on my n*****s from the clamps.
I touched one whip mark gently and remembered his voice
