The police!!

Declan’s heart jumped. This had to be the police. Relief flooded through him. He pulled back quickly, sitting up on his knees. Maeve’s legs stayed loosely wrapped around him for a moment before he pushed them off. Lucas rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed at the interruption. He got up from the couch, pushing Ciara aside and walked over to the door.

When Lucas opened it, he was immediately shoved aside as a couple of police officers with guns drawn barged into the room. One was a young blonde female officer with her hair pulled back into a slick tight bun. The other was a bald black man, broad-shouldered and serious-looking. Lucas seemed stunned as the female officer held him at gunpoint while the male officer moved further into the living room, scanning the scene.

Aiko caught on to what was happening instantly. She rushed to her husband’s side, finally free to drop the calm and composed act. Tears streamed down her face as she threw her arms around him, balling her eyes out. Declan hugged her tightly with pure relief, holding her small trembling body against his. He could feel her exposed nipples pressing into his chest through his shirt.

He looked over at Lucas with raw anger. "THERE! THAT’S THE MAN. YOU MUST STOP HIM," he said, pointing directly at his younger brother.

The bald black officer turned to look at the young man. "Calm down sir, what is happening here? We had a vague call about someone being in danger at this residence. Can you tell me what’s happening?"

Declan spoke again, his voice urgent. "This man has done something to my sisters and my mother. They are not acting like themselves. He is very dangerous. He has been humiliating and abusing all of us."

The black officer looked at Declan for a second, then slowly holstered his gun. The female officer did the same, walking over to stand next to her partner. She glanced around the room, at Maeve still lying naked on the floor with her legs spread, at Ciara fixing her tiny skirt, at Niamh on all fours again looking at the intruders menacingly and at Aiko in her revealing maid outfit.

"And? What’s wrong with that?" she said nonchalantly to Declan.

Declan stared at the two police officers in disbelief. "What? EVERYTHING IS WRONG WITH THAT!" he yelled at them, his voice cracking with frustration and anger.

The officers simply looked at him with flat confusion, like he was the one acting strange. The female officer turned her attention to Aiko, who was still standing beside Declan.

"Ma'am, is what this man saying correct?" she asked.

"YES! I... I..." Aiko began, her voice trembling at first. Then it suddenly went quiet. Declan looked down at his wife in his arms as she pushed him away with surprising force. Her petite body moved away from him as she dropped to her knees right there on the living room floor.

"I LOVE DOING WHATEVER MASTER LUCAS WANTS ME TO!" she said with sudden bright enthusiasm. She bowed deeply until her forehead touched the floor, her exposed perky breasts pressing against the carpet. "I am glad to Master Lucas for employing me and considering me worthy."

Her voice was full of pure adoration and respect, completely different from the broken, tearful woman who had hugged him moments ago. Declan felt his stomach twist violently. This wasn’t possible. They were supposed to be immune.

"Huh? Seems like we don't really have a problem here sir," the bald black officer said, looking at Declan with a raised eyebrow.

Declan felt like his whole world was collapsing around him. He and Aiko were supposed to be immune. Why was she acting like this now? He was about to bend down and shake her out of whatever trance this was when both officers suddenly tackled him hard. They forced his arms behind his back and handcuffed him tightly, the metal digging into his wrists.

"WAIT! NO PLEASE YOU MUST UNDERSTAND..." he yelled, struggling against their grip.