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Domino Effect, Chapter 17: Destroyed
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Now she was sitting in the office of the Planet, going over the plans
that Lara had given to her for the remodeling. They’d be shut down for
two weeks, and Marina thought she would die a slow death.
Two weeks without the Planet and still over two weeks without Jenny to
touch and hold and love. Marina had lost 10lbs on her small frame in
the last week. Unable to eat, the guilt of having sold Jenny was more
than she could bear in her tattered soul.
Guilt. It was getting harder to stifle. Marina had never been one to
stash booze in a desk drawer. Until now, how things changed quickly.
The need to retreat to a state of numbness was stronger than any sense
of self-preservation, or even the consequences, if Lara caught her
drinking on the job.
Her life, all she cared about, had slipped through her fingers. Well,
that wasn’t entirely true. The Planet? Yes, Francesca had snatched it
away from her as she always intended. But Jennyno. She’d sold her.
Plain and simple. Ugly Truth that she had to live with every day until
she was back in her arms, safe.
Whatever lip service she had paid to “the lifestyle” and her role as a
lesser Domme to Susan, the fact is, she’d sold Jenny because she was
too weak to face the real world, a world without her doll house caf,
without her postured status of success. She couldn’t face Susan and
tell her “no”, though she knew by now there were few women who could.
If there was such a woman, she’d love to meet her one day and shake her
hand.
She had sold Jenny and lost The Planet anyway, along with any vestige
of self-respect. She couldn’t do anything to salvage her caf. That was
Lara’s and she would do as she was told. But Jenny? Yes, she could do
something. If she dared. If she could summon more courage than she’d
ever shown before.
Did she truly have that courage inside of her? Or was it all an
illusion that seemed to play at the edge of her sanity all the time?
She poured a generous shot and downed it, eyes watering, feeling it
burn its way down, poured another. She lifted the glass, a sad smile of
futility scrawled across her face. ‘Well,’ she sighed, ‘here’s to
courage’ and drained it dry. She capped the bottle and shoved it back
into the bottom drawer, stood up and swayed as the alcohol percolated
its way to her brain.
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Janet and Windrider, finally an update. Love it. Tina should really let go of her Domme statue. Goes reading the next chapter.