Mimi aftermath

She was despondent and almost hollow. Whatever he did to her took it out of her. You tried to rest your hand on her back and she flinched before breaking down into tears. You weren't sure what to do, so you called the one person who probably did: your mom, Sophie. It was safer at her house, anyways.

She helped Mimi for a while, letting her cry and burn herself out before finally passing out from exhaustion. The plan was to take her to the hospital tomorrow and get her checked out. For now, it was enough that at least one of them was safe.

You filled Sophie in on what had happened, not sparing any detail. "Wait, you said Jason? As in Jason Daxon? He's infamous for his **** trade in upper New York. Our police are always trying to play catch up when he brings new **** in. He's also known to break women and then sell them on the black market. Some say he's even got a harem of women he's personally trained... He's kind of a bogeyman around here."

"Well, I can assure you he's very real. What can we do?" You asked, running a hand through your hair.

"Probably nothing. I doubt he's where you last saw him and without anything to tell the police, all they can do is keep playing catch up," Sophie's face softened into a frown. It wasn't the news you wanted to hear, but it was the truth.

Mimi's recovery took a long while. She never talked about what happened to her, at least not to you or Sophie. But she never left your side after that. It made sense. Whatever he did to her fucked with her so bad that she couldn't be alone.

You delicately explained the situation to Aubrey with as little detail as possible and she was fine with letting Mimi hang out around the office during the day. She slowly began opening up, which you'd hoped she would. Dillon was a bit of a nosey girl, but even she didn't pry; she was just friendly with Mimi.

You were happy that Mimi was starting to regain some life in her, but you were still beyond worried about Tegan. You constantly checked in with your contacts at the PD and SWAT, but Daxon was like a ghost. There was no trace of him at the mansion you led them to.

A few days later, you received a text with a video on it. You immediately recognized your wife, though the number was blocked.

• Stop poking your nose in my business or else. Wouldn't want anything to happen to Sophie or Aubrey, would we?