Sweet home Alabama

The next day, as I said I would, I went to the hospital and picked up Mckenzie. I met with the caseworker and prosecutor to sign paperwork, and while I had been in the hospital, I had Madison work with the DA and Mckenzie's lawyer about the legal side of Mckenzie's accident.

The investigation was still ongoing due to some anomalies that the fire marshal found. It was agreed that she would be released into my custody with an ankle monitoring bracelet. Once the investigation was done, she would have her court date.

After signing the paperwork and Mckenzie getting her new ankle bracelet, we officially checked her out of the hospital.

The first thing I did was take her to the mall, hand her my credit card, and told her to buy a new wardrobe. I had money saved up for a project I no longer needed to do at the old house. I felt like some new clothes that Mckenzie picked out herself and a little freedom to make her own decisions could be the start of a new beginning for her. While she would obey me and be bound to me, I wanted her to have her own personality and be happy with me and her new family.

She was a whirlwind, and I quickly became a portable closet for her to hang her purchases on. But seeing her happy and laughing made it all worthwhile.

Finally done. I checked my phone app. and determined that she had spent about 1500 dollars of my money. Which was fine. We gathered all the bags and headed for the rental car I had. We headed to the new house.

We were able to comply with the seller's wishes, and they didn't want to wait a day longer to move out, so they left yesterday. Luckily,  they already had their stuff moved out, so we had a blank slate. Jen had already sent a moving company for the basics—beds, furniture, and appliances that were needed. She planned on really getting all the girls opinions and putting together a style they could all live with (and my wallet could live with).

When we got to the house, Mckenzie had a reality check. Seeing this online and in person was quite the difference; the place was bigger than any house she had ever been in, let alone lived in. 

Nancy and Ashley were at the new house while Jen was still coordinating having everything moved from the old house over or put into storage. There was a bit of an awkward moment when Mckenzie met with Nancy and Ashley; after all, she had almost killed me and upended our lives for more than a month. While I had forgiven her and decided to add her to our family, there were still some of these things that needed to be worked out between them.

"Nancy, why don't you and Ashley show Mckenzie the kitchen and get some real good for her to eat?" I smiled, giving Mckenzie a little push towards them. "You three get to know each other a bit while I do a few things." I said.

Nancy and Ashley were very nice, inviting Mckenzie into her new home. I was just trying to stay out of whatever it was they needed to sort out between them; it wasn't my business unless I needed to solve an impass.

I went out to my new training area, a 32x64 pole barn with a lofted area above that allowed me to have all sorts of training equipment to test my new powers out. I am still amazed that in less than a month I was 98% back to normal, and in some ways even better than normal.

There was an old anvil in the pole barn; it looked like it could weigh upwards of 300–400 pounds. I hadn't had a ton of sex lately, but I also hadn't been doing anything too strenuous either. I figured I would just give it a little test to see how much strength I could muster. Grabbing the anvil by the horn and under the apron, I squated, lifting it with my legs. I was able to pick the thing up like it was a sack of concrete. It was not easy by any means, but I was able to do it. I moved it to the side of the barn and let it down.

I started walking back to the house, feeling a bit lightheaded, but not much more than that. When I walked into the kitchen, it seemed like I was interrupting something tense.

"What's going on, you three?" I asked, making sure there was as little tension as possible.

"Well, we were chatting about the night that the accident happened, and there are some things that don't make sense." Ashley said.

"What kind of stuff?" I asked, genuinely curious if there was new information or not.

"Mckenzie said that a few days before the accident, she had gone out to her car and it had stopped working, so she had it towed to a shop nearby, and they looked at it. They replaced her power steering and her brakes." She explained.

"Ok, but why is that weird?" I asked.

"It's not, but what happened next is!" Mckenzie replied. "They called me the next day and said there was a problem with the parts that they installed, that they used the wrong stuff or something, even though the car drove and stopped fine." She continued. "So I took it back to them, and they had it for an hour or two and then gave it back; again, I couldn't tell a difference in how it drove." She finished.

"That is kind of strange," I said, "but not totally unusual; maybe they did make a mistake?"

Ashley motioned for me to wait a minute while she grabbed her phone. She dialed a number and put it on speaker phone.
"Hello?" I heard Madison's voice on the phone.

"Madison, we might have figured something out about Mckenzie's accident. Didn't you tell me there were a few things that were found by the fire marshal that couldn't be explained in Mckenzie's vehicle?" Ashley asked.

"Yeah, we are still not 100% sure, but it looks like there were some types of transmitters. In the engine bay and the front brakes." She said. "We have been trying to figure out where they came from, but they don't look local," she finished.

"Madison, can you send a message to your European intelligence office and see if the transmitters are Eastern European?" I asked.

"You're thinking it has to do with this whole cult thing, don't you?" She said.

"Well, considering that everything weird that has happened to me since this whole thing started is because of them, Yes, I have a hunch that this is related too." I finished, clenching my fist.

If this is the case, it would be a significant escalation of their intrusion into my life. They could have killed me and Mckenzie too if that were the case. This is where a line was crossed. I knew exactly who I needed to talk to in order to get this figured out. Tessa Arnold, it is time I finally dealt with my "partner" and brought some truth to light.

"Madison, can you make it here tonight?" I asked.

"Of course, Master, I can come after work; am I going to be staying the night?" She asked.

"You bet your ass you are." I said. "I'll see you later, Madison," I said to Ashley. "You send Jen a message; tell her we are all staying here tonight." I finished. Ashley nodded, already typing on her phone.

It was time to get serious about these guys. It looks like they have taken an interest in me. Whether it is to control or terminate me, I do not know, but neither would happen if I could help it.

-thanks for bearing with me everyone. Monday surgery went well, I'm finally off the heavy painkillers and trying to write again. Hopefully things make sense as I try and navigate this complicated part of the story.