Her Brain Can't Cope With it.

I'd been tied to the bed and gagged for what felt like days now. Simon had tried feeding me, and I had spat it all out, screaming on the top of my lungs before he'd decided to muzzle me once again. My muscles were sore from pulling at my bonds, trying to escape. Suggestions, so strong, so powerful, were urging me to do whatever I could to be back with Master. To protect Master. But Master was dead. HE WAS FUCKING DEAD!

My boyfriend was sitting on the side of the bed, his eyes on his phone, waiting for something. Finally, when it happened, whatever it was, he turned his phone in my direction. It was midnight. It was Monday. I had to rest. I had to get ready for work. I was tired and sore and the first clear thought in two days was that I was going to be exhausted when I got in tomorrow and how hard it would be to be productive.

Simon seemingly noticed my change in demeanor and he untied the gag from around my mouth. "Ashley...?"

I sighed. "Curtis is gonna kill me. There's no way I'm gonna be in any condition to do anything tomorrow... today... Whatever!" I shook my head. "God I'm so tired."

He sighed and nodded. "Jesus... Are you alright at least?" He asked as he freed me from my bonds. I rubbed at my wrists, wincing at the pain.

"What do you think?" I scoffed, shaking my head. Shit! I had not sent that email! That was gonna suck! "Ugh... It's gonna take weeks to fix this." I muttered, rolling my eyes. "Why didn't you think about showing me the time at, like, ten, when I'm supposed to switch? Fuck! This is a disaster!"

Simon snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I groaned, pushing him away. "I need to get some sleep, alright?"

He was staring at me, his eyes wide. What did he expect? John and him played with fire and this was the consequence. Amusing, I thought. I could think that and not give a shit. All that mattered was my career, and right now, I had to get some rest. I had to sleep. I had to be productive tomorrow.

I headed straight for the shower to get rid of two days of grime, sweat, and tears, and Simon watched me with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"Just... Wait your turn and I'm sure I'll be more than happy to comfort you or whatever, alright?" I said, sighing. "John or no John, it seems the deal is still in place." My respect for them both was strong, but the sense of duty towards my job overrode it at the moment.

"Shit..."