God, I am so wet.

I have been since we left the store, but standing here a couple feet away from him, stripping down until I'm completely bare is only adding to the unceasing flood between my legs. I'm positioned upright before him while he remains sitting on the edge of his bed, watching as I peel off my clothes layer by layer.

I go a little more slowly than I know he'd like, but I have this burning urge in my body to use every opportunity to tease him.

Once I'm left in nothing but a red bra and my matching thin, revealing lace thong I stop my movements for a split second, giving him a chance to give my body the once over I know he desires.

His heated gaze goes over every inch of my half naked body and I remind myself not to squirm as his eyes devour my own with a single glance in all the right areas: my nipples that are mounted, poking against the thin fabric of my lingerie, the fullness of my cleavage, down to my stomach and the soaking, sticky, feverish and slightly see through material of my underwear, shielding him from seeing what he really wants behind it.

His jaw tenses, Adam's apple bobbing while he thickly swallows.

I smirk, careful not to show how much I'm liking this since I know it's supposed to be my punishment for interacting with Jaime at the store.

But in all honesty, I think I might be liking it too much.

My hands go behind my back, unclipping my bra before slipping my panties off, making sure I don't take my eyes off of him for a second while doing so. Once I'm completely bare, skin out in the open for his wickedly dark eyes to drift over I lift my arms up, slowly taking my hair out from the messy bun it was previously in and letting it cascade down onto my shoulders.

Coincidentally, my long brown hair now curled into soft waves falls in front of my chest, blocking his view from my exposed breasts.

His mouth expels an indignant huff, not pleased that his view has now been blocked and I fight the impulse to smile.

His tall, burly, devilishly handsome looking body casually stands from his bed, muscular arms holding the two sets of vibrators he just purchased, feet leisurely padding against his hardwood floor over to me and my back straightens, chin rising high while I follow his every move.

The expression on his face is undetectable, and I swear if it weren't for the strained bulge protruding against his pants I would doubt my teasing behavior had provoked anything in him.

I embrace his smoldering gaze as he steps toward me, oddly enough I don't find that me being the only one completely naked in his room with him something to be ashamed about. Even when he's angry with me, demanding I be taught a lesson I still feel how much he's enjoying every second of it.

Me doing this is pleasing him, and that's enough to disregard any potential threat to my own body insecurities.

I have to crane my neck up to look at him, admiring the perfect cupid's bow resting on the top of his pink lips, the tense jaw, maliciously dark eyes staring down at me. My breathing starts to pick up speed when he lifts both of his hands, brushing my hair to rest on the back of my shoulders so he's able to get the full view of me.

Fuck, he's barely even touched me and still there's this warm shiver sent down to my core.

There isn't a drop of shame on a single feature of his face as his eyes dance along my now fully unveiled body, noticing every curve and imperfect flaw, running his tongue swiftly over his bottom lip, ready to devour me like his last meal.

Goosebumps erupt on my skin, this inconceivable hunger to let him push me back onto the wall and take me just as he wishes overtaking my mind.

He takes his thumb and places it under my chin, lifting my face even higher to meet him.

"I'm going to go sanitize these." His voice is husky, a bit breathless, next few words laced with a hint of a warning, "Don't. Move."

And with that, he releases his grip from me, walking out his bedroom door and leaving me a couple minutes to finally catch my breath. I know he told me not to move, that was his one very specific instruction. But it dawns on me that he most likely gave it to me as a test of some sort to see if I'd obey.

And some sick, twisted part in the back of my mind wants to defy him.

Before I could come to terms with what I've decided, my feet move over to his bed, lying my body against his mattress so that my breasts are pressed on the top of his duvet cover, propping myself up with my elbows, feet high in the air while I continue to rest on my stomach and wait.

By the time he returns he walks right through the door and his feet come to a halt.

Oh, boy he does not look too happy with me.

My teeth pierce into my bottom lip, "Oops."

Another displeased puff of air escapes his mouth right before he walks over to me dangerously slowly, lips pursed into a thin line and I reposition my body so I'm sitting up using my knees to face him.

Right when he gets over to me, he places a white washcloth onto his nightstand before setting the two freshly cleaned vibrators right on top of it. Although I antagonized him a bit, I still feel my heart flutter when I see that he's still going out of his way to keep them clean for me.

His jaw ticks,"That stubbornness of yours is going to get you in trouble one day."

I inch my body daringly closer to his, unfazed by his threat, "I thought I was already in trouble."

By this time I know I'm treading in dangerous waters but for some reason I can't help myself. Words can't explain how much I want the man right in front of me. Whenever I'm with him I feel more confident, especially when it comes to sex. Trying to compose myself around him is hard, I find that nearly every couple seconds I'm unconsciously clenching my thighs at the littlest things he does.

Every single part of me craves his. My mind coursed with carnal lust, greed for him.

I reach my hands out to touch the planes of his hard chest, longing to finally feel even a little bit of him but before I'm able to make contact his large hands circle around my wrists, holding them firmly in between us, stopping me.

"Bend down over my lap."

I gulp, his grip on my wrists still tight enough to resist me from moving, "What are you going to do?"

"What was promised." How calm his voice is sounding sends my heart hammering against my ribs. "I'm going to punish you."

Those darkened eyes of his pooling with salaciousness makes me clench my thighs once again, trying to not make it seem too obvious but he notices anyways. I can tell by the way his gaze flicked from my legs to my face, pupils dilating right in front of me that he saw it right when it happened. But for some elusive reason, him punishing me is exactly what I want.

I wait for him to sit on the bed before bending down over his lap and stretching myself out over him. My hard nipples lie pressed against his duvet cover like they were before, but this time my bare nether-regions are right on top of his lap, hips digging into his own and I resist the temptation to shift them around the still hardened pulsating bulge poking into my stomach.

My head turns to the side, my face against his bed and I wait, becoming fully aware that he's taking his time with me just as I was when I was undressing myself.

His trails his palm in a soothing motion over my ass and my skin tingles, core clenching, "I'm going to spank you, and you're going to take it."

Oh my God, this is really happening

"Count." His demanding voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I suck in a breath, preparing myself for what's to come, my gut filled with a dominating amount of anticipation.

His fingers go back to sweeping across my skin, and if it weren't for the knowledge of knowing Mason is about to spank me I would have almost found this motion of his relaxing. I can feel his fingertips drawing a lazy trail over my calf, the back of my thighs to the top of my ass until the palm of his hand strikes me.

My body uncontrollably shifts forward from the impact but his other hand holds in place. A high pitched gasp tears through my throat, quickly growing accustomed to the sharp sting, surprisingly wanting even more from him.

He waits for a second and I remember what he told me, "One."

It doesn't take long for the next blow to come and this time a loud uncontrolled moan escapes my lips. I can feel my thighs start to dampen from my throbbing core leaking moisture and I'm both confused and amazed by how arousing I'm finding this.

"Two."

The next smack is a little harder than the others, and before I'm able to stop it, a moaned 'fuck, Mason' echoes through the room, my body already aching and begging for me to be taken.

"Three." I try to catch my breath but he gives me another- harder- veering me on the edge of an orgasm already. I moan softly against his duvet, his palm rubbing over my bare skin to sooth the burn, "Four."

"You like that, don't you?" My response isn't as quick as he'd like it, "Answer me."

Not expecting it, his palm spanks me again and I whimper out, core contracting as a shaky breath leaves me.

"Yes. Five."

"Do you know why I'm punishing you?"

It doesn't take a fucking rocket scientist to guess

"Jaime."

Another spank hits me, and this time I press my head into his mattress, using it to muffle the sounds of my moans. I undeniably know that his hand marks have imprinted themselves onto my skin, and astonishingly enough the thought alone makes my entire body throb.

"Remember what I told you? No man is allowed to touch you."

"Jealous?"

The words are out before I can stop them.

A sharp, sudden sting is felt through my entire backside, more forceful this time, and my back arches, my loud moan crying out in surprise, body writhing in both pain and pleasure. Fuck, something is seriously wrong with me.

His fingers tuck themselves in between my legs, "Fuck. Feel this? You're dripping, soaking wet for me. I don't want another man touching you because it's my name you're moaning when I spank you," He takes me by surprise by smacking my bare, heated sex, fingers rubbing against me in a soft circular motion and I twist my head, burying my face deeper into his bed to diminish my loud moans, "When I fuck you."

His fingers continue their motions against me, and my hips shift, rubbing against him as my abdomen clenches in a familiar knot. He knows just exactly what to do to me to put me in pure ecstasy, mind dizzy with lust, breaths erratic and crazed over nothing but his fingers.

"Fuck, Mason, fuck."

My body begs for a release, and just as my orgasm reaches its peak, Mason pulls away from me. I gasp at his fucking audacity, suddenly feeling cold without his touch against me. My mind is still reeling in all my newfound escapades of today, making it more challenging to comprehend what he had just done.

"What the fuck!" I groan, forcing myself up into a sitting position and ignoring the tightening painful shocks lingering on my ass.

My eyebrows are furrowed, mouth gaped open in shock while Mason on the other hand sits perfectly content right in front of me, soundly sucking on his wet fingers covered in my juices before licking his lips, making sure he gets every last drop.

"Stand up." He demands, as if nothing had ever happened and I let out a low breathed scoff, following his instructions while he maneuvers me to the very front of his bed. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." I say without hesitation, nervous excitement coiling in my gut.

"I'm going to blindfold you, and bind you with your arms standing up. You'll be strapped in place so you won't be able to move or see." Oh, fuck. "But I won't hurt you. Only give you pleasure. Understood?"

My voice comes out breathier than before, "Yes."

He brings the silk blindfold into view, watching me with careful eyes right before he lifts it up, whispering to me to close my eyes and I listen, feeling his fingers secure it behind my head. My pulse thrums through my ears and I become painfully aware of every little sound made around me.

His warm, calloused hands hold mine closer together and I wait patiently, hearing his feet pad against the hardwood floor for a quick second, and then back to me. The leather from the cuffs are colder than I imagined they'd be. Everything seems to be moving by slower, the clinking of the metal in between the material seems louder and I take a deep breath.

"Arms above your head." He orders, and I indulge myself in his demands, raising my arms up for him to chain to whatever he pleases.

Once I hear something clasping together I lightly tug my hands down to test how tightly bound I am, and I bite down onto my bottom lip when I realize it's completely unbudgeable, no matter how hard I pull I don't seem to move an inch, and I don't need to see in order to know there's a fat smirk plastered on Mason's lips.

Everything goes quiet.

A millisecond passes with me actually questioning if he had left the room. But then I feel the tips of his fingers again. Fuck those fingers.

They moved with him as he circled around my body, and although I'm blindfolded I can still feel his heated gaze on me, appreciating everything in front of him, causing shivers to dance along my exposed skin. My breathing becomes shallow, hiccuping in my throat when his fingers coat along my body, down the valley of my breasts, my stomach, circling onto my back, following his movements as he walks around me.

His hands slowly caress the back of my shoulders, I feel his lips place kisses from the back of my neck all the way down my spine, then right on my ass where he previously spanked.

His heated kisses stir faint, meak moans out of me. The ache between my legs intensifies with each touch from him, and when I feel him behind me again, his hardened bulge pressing against my backside I drop my head onto his chest, already feeling weak.

Those hands of his work themselves between my breasts, I feel his velvety soft hair tickling the lobes of my ears indicating that his head is now in the crook of my neck. A sharp inhale tears free from my mouth when his lips latch themselves onto my neck, sucking, biting, kissing the delicate skin from behind while his hand slowly travels down my stomach until it reaches my wet slit.

"So perfect." He huskily whispers into my ear as I start to squirm against him.

His other free hand wraps around my neck, squeezing firmly, sending a horde of butterflies in my stomach. He's never paid so much attention to me before, giving him the perfect excuse to ensure that he's the only one able to fulfil my needs, ease my hunger and relieve my ache.

Then suddenly it stops. He removes his hands from me, backs away and I whine, hearing him sucking on his own fingers to taste the juices slickening my thighs.

Wearing this blindfold requires the patience I'm not quite sure I have.

I want to see him, watch as he ravages, demolishes me.

My head is tilted up so quick I barely have time to register that his hand is back to gripping my neck before his lips hungrily descend to my own, immediately demanding power. I moan, nearly melting into him when his tongue traces my bottom lip, urging me to open my mouth.

He dominates every part of me, teasing me until I grow tired of trying to catch every swipe of his tongue and instead suck on the bottom of his lip, nipping it with my teeth. Whispered profanities are moaned against me, squeezing my neck even tighter, while his mouth shamelessly annihilates my own.

He pulls back, "Open your mouth."

My jaw slacks as I open my mouth wide for him and within seconds the tip of the silicone vibrator enters gradually, it's hard, thick and tasteless and I wrap my lips around it, feeling him slowly draw it out of my mouth.

My body shivers when his lips nip their way down my jawline to my neck, fondling my breast with his free hand and giving the hardened tip a forceful pinch. He entraps my nipple in his mouth, sucking harshly right before his teeth bite down on it and my head falls back, crying out in pleasure.

Kissing his way down my stomach, my breathing getting heavier as each second goes by until I know he's kneeling on the floor right in front of me.

"If you want me to let you cum you'll have to be a good girl and ask nicely." He chides, grabbing ahold of my calf, lifting it up to place on his shoulder and before I get a chance to even muster up a response the sound of faint humming fills the air and he inserts it into me, harshly, mercilessly.

"Oh shit!" I squeak in shock, my cries filled with torment and euphoria mixing in with his deep guttural groans traveling up his chest at my sensitivity.

The unfamiliar object feels cold as it drives into me, vibrating against my walls and I take it, picturing him inside of me and rotating my hips along with its movements.

The next few minutes are a blur of his groans, our ragged breathing, my breathless whimpers until I hear another toy- the wand I think- ringing in my ears. My mouth falls open, head thrashing, breath hitched in my throat when he presses it against my heat, feeling jolts of electric pressure creating tremors throughout my entire body.

Mason swears under his breath and I can't help the sounds that escape me, their frantic, desperate, distraught. He knows exactly what he's doing, hitting just the right angles he wants the toys to go and the sensation alone is so overwhelming I can barely catch my breath.

One thrusts in and out of me as deep as it can possibly go while the other remains right in the dead center of my most sensitive spot and I wriggle in his hold, legs shaking uncontrollably, ready to give out any second.

"Mason, oh fuck Mason I'm-"

"No." His firm voice cuts me off and I whine, biting so hard onto my bottom lip to hold back the mews of pleasure building inside of me. "You're not going to cum unless you fucking ask nicely."

"Please, Mason, please let me cum, fuck I- I can't-"

"Not yet."

An impatient, solicitous grunt leaves my lips, eyes pinching shut while I fight the burning, raging urge to rebel against him and release the pressure building inside my abdomen. I want to scream, feeling myself on the verge of falling apart from the pulsations driving me absolutely wild.

"Fuck, baby." Mason grumbles, sounding like his jaw is clenched at the mere sight of me losing it right in front of him.

"Mason, I-" I don't even finish with my plea because the vibrations come to an end, there's a thud from what I presume is him dropping the toys onto the ground right before his hands grip my hip, mouth meeting my dripping wet sex and a strangled cry leaves my lips.

I turn my hands around the restraints, needing something to grip onto while his tongue swirls against me, pulling gently before letting go and repeating it over and over again.

"Mmm, my favorite meal." He praises against me, nearly putting me in sensory overload.

"Mason, please."

"Now cum baby, I'm ready for you." He says, rubbing skillful circles against me and I shriek, screaming his name at the top of my lungs when an explosion so intense hits, my body spasming as it rips through me with a mixture of excruciation and complete and utter bliss.

Panting, sweaty and feverish, struggling to inhale a simple breath of air while he removes my leg from his shoulder, placing my foot back into the floor and if it weren't for the restraints I know I would have collapsed onto the floor by now.

I hear the thread of his footsteps, the wooden drawer of his nightstand sliding open, the shuffling of the fabric of his jeans, tearing of the condom wrapper before I feel his warm hand wrap around my lower back, his other one under my ass, lifting me effortlessly into the air suffocatingly close his body.

He aligns himself at my entrance, giving me a slow lazy stroke of him and I hook my legs around his waist right at the same time he drives into me. His lips swallow my cries, making me squeeze and muffle moans into his kisses.

My walls are closing around him, curses leaving his lips while he increases his speed, pummeling into me like a mad man. Everything about this is sending me over the edge; being stripped down naked for him, tied and restrained to God knows what, my legs wrapped against him while he holds me, blindfolded so I'm not able to see how badly this is effecting him too, I can only hear the puff of each labored breath, each strangled grunt and moan, those whispered profanities being hushed against my lips- all of it.

I'm not even sure how long he takes me this way, but once I let go of the pressure for the second time, orgasm taking over my body with a tremor while I scream out salacious, jumbled sounds consuming every limb and muscle inside of me.

Then he stops, pauses for a moment to plant kisses along my cheek and asks me if, 'that's ever happened before', and my face floods with color, pursing my lips in embarrassment when I realize what he must be talking about.

His fingers wrap themselves around my restraints, and as he releases me my body goes limp, falling down into his arms. He carries me back to the bed whispering in my ear about how he's nowhere near done with me yet and when I start to doubt my own endurance I tell him I'm not sure I can take it, his response to that only awakes the inner animal inside me once again.

'You can and you will'

He has me in every position imaginable, and within that time he finally gave in to letting me see him, taking the blindfold off with a simple beg from me. He fucks me harder with every moan, a light sheen of sweat covering both our skin while he takes me on my stomach, my back, his lap, all fours, against his dresser- every possible place to withstand the two of us.

And when his body stills, the beautiful face of his cotourted from the power of his own orgasm, trembling as he yells out strings of curse words on top of me, I get the feeling he has literally fucked me numb.

His body falls face down beside mine, nothing in the air but the silence as we both try to recover. An arm drapes around mine and I turn my head to look over at him, his eyes on me filled with an emotion I can't decipher.

He brings his hand up, tucking a few strands of hair away from my face and behind my ear, "Beautiful." Mason lazily murmurs, his voice raw and hoarser than before.

"Hmm?" I hum out, too lethargic to even form a word.

The ends of his lips curl upwards into a smirk, palm of his hand resting against my sweaty, flushed cheek.

"You," He whispers, eyes connecting with my own. "You're beautiful."

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After we take some time to regain our strength back we lie in bed together, telling mindless stories, kissing and playing with each other's fingers while the world around us blurs with each passing hour.

My arms are folded on top of his bare chest, head looking up at him, sore legs already clenching under the Tshirt he gave me to wear just from the mere sight of him. Sunlight breaks through the shutters of his bedroom, making his bare skin look more golden, eyes shine brighter and that panty wetting smile of his looking decietfullingly pure.

His arm is resting around my waist, hand on the top of my bare ass making me question in my head whether I wanted to go for another round or two.

After he relentlessly praises me over and over for being such a 'good sport' he tells me how he has a box of toys of his own. The location of the said box still remains unknown, he refused to tell me and went on about how he'll ease me up to the items inside.

I laugh when he talks about how Freddie enjoyed getting him drunk off strawberry margaritas way more than he should have, and tease him about how affectionate and sensual he was acting, using this opportunity to embarrass him but it completely backfires. He somehow owns up to his dirty antics and makes me hide my own face against his chest, growing flustered with his words.

Time goes by and I ask him the question I'd been dying to all day, "How's your mom doing?"

His hand caresses the soft skin of my ass, fingertips trailing a random pattern against it and I watch as his facial expression remains unfazed, looking down at me fondly.

"I'm still not sure, but I have my best men looking for her."

My eyebrows knit together in confusion, "Your best men?"

He stops his movements, eyes staring blankly at me for a few seconds before he clears his throat, sweeping a tired hand across his scruffy jaw.

"I mean my uh, my best..." The next word he says is released with a slight cringe, sounding distasteful coming out of his mouth, "Friends."

My eyes widen, face lighting up in curiosity, "Your best friends?" He nods, somehow the topic of this seems to look even more unpleasant than talking about his mother, but still I can't help myself, I want to know more. "I didn't know you had best friends."

He shrugs, muttering, "Well I said it, so it must be true."

I tilt my head sideways, looking for an ounce of dishonesty on his face but I'm left with nothing. I abstractedly trace absent circles around his hard chest and his palm cupping my skin gives my ass a soft squeeze.

I can't stop touching him, but it's okay because I know he can't stop touching me either.

"Are you lying to me?"

He looks at me, and if it weren't for every feature of his face being engraved into the back of my mind I would have never noticed the small, short lasting pout on his lips.

Shaking his head he answers, "No."

I squint my eyes, looking at each of his suspiciously, "Alright then, tell me about them."

"They're just people I lived with. There isn't much to say."

Bullshit

"You lived with them for three years and you don't have anything to tell me about them?" He nods again, and a puff of air leaves my lips.

He looks down at me, this time with an expression on his face I recognize immediately telling me this isn't something he really wants to talk about. I wonder what his life in Seattle was like, it occurs to me that there's still been so much left unsaid with him, but I know I can't force words out of his mouth, I'll let them come naturally day by day and hope he learns to trust me as I do with him.

It looks painful for him to even admit that he had friends there, but I know he's trying his best to open up and that's all I can ask for.

I inch my head closer to his, looking at him with amazement in my eyes, "Is it so hard to believe that you, Mason West could actually be a likeable person?"

"Yes."

"Howcome?"

This time he's the one leaning his head closer, close enough for me to feel the heat coming off of him. The tip of his nose brushes against mine, lips oh-so faintly pressed above my own. His fingers burn into my skin and I have to close my eyes in order to regain some self control.

He whispers, his voice husky and afflicted, "Because I'm the worst."

A smile grows on my lips, "Is that what your friends say?" I whisper back, taunting him.

"They do."

My greedy fingers skate across the skin of his jaw, tilting his head closer to mine, "Now why would they say that?"

He doesn't hesitate, "Because they know me well."

He looks at me and I look at him, every last inch of me hums, the thought of him naked inside of me again hijacking my already fucked out brain. Those dark, dangerously wicked eyes of his flick down to focus on my parted lips, his tongue running over his own before rolling his lips into his mouth.

I lean back a little, letting myself catch a breath and breaking the sexual tension threatening to take over me once again.

"Tell me something they don't know, something new- positive for a change." I encourage him, wanting to break him out of the cycle of only noticing what he thinks are negatives.

"Positive, huh?"

I nod, continuing to lie on his chest while I wait for his response. His eyebrows scrunch together as if he's contemplating something deeply, and the whole time he thinks I look right at him in awe, wondering how a man capable of more than he knows could have trouble answering my request.

"I can juggle."

I bury my face in his chest again as laughs pour out of me. That isn't exactly what I had in mind, but points made for effort.

"Okay, this I have to see."

He refuses over and over again, complaining about getting out of bed because he's comfortable with me on top of him and I beg, bottom lip sticking out in a pout, puppy eyes on full display and he finally gives in.

I get out from under his bed and watch as he walks over to his dresser in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, my mouth waters and I close it before any drool hits his floor. He opens up the top drawer, pulling out a couple pairs of socks and my eyes widen in amazement over how neatly organized everything is.

He folds them in together, balling them up and I stand in front of him, giddy all of the sudden for watching Mason juggle a couple pairs of socks.

He tosses them in the air in a variety of heights, arms moving simultaneously to catch and toss them in repeated motions and my jaw widens, eyes glimmering with admiration, almost as if I had never seen a single person juggle before.

I clap my hands once he's done, begging him to teach me and he does, using every opportunity to brush against my backside, touch my bare skin and press kisses into the crook of my neck. Time goes by and once I finally get the hang of it I challenge him, saying whoever drops the socks first has to give head tonight and he nods his head, accepting immediately.

Right when I toss the socks in the air, he drops every single pair in his hand onto the floor, not even trying to beat me. Before I even know what's happening he's pushing me down onto the bed, gets on top of me and pins me with the weight of his body. A small yelp escapes my mouth, followed by my small, strangled laughs as he instantly attacks my neck, tickling me in the process.

"Open up, baby." He whispers into my ear, "I'm ready to pay my sentence"

❀

After losing count of how many orgasms he's given me today, I have to tear myself out of his grasp, telling him I need to go home to shower and clean my sweaty, sticky body and change into new clothes. It wasn't easy, his grip on me forbidding me from leaving him was tight and very restricting.

He wouldn't even let me leave without attacking my face with kisses first, telling me I can shower here and just wear his clothes, or better yet, no clothes at all but I stand my ground, promising I'll be back soon.

I take my time to clean myself off, and as I wash my body I notice hickeys in the most random places covering my skin, mentally scolding Mason for being so indiscreet.

To my surprise, most everyone at my house is gone besides Amy who practically runs past me while I eat a simple dinner I made, struggling to put her last shoe on for work. I question her, knowing full well that tonight is her day off but she fills me in and tells me that a new patient came in last night. 

His hands were broken, every single finger crushed, fractured ribs, fractured jaw while also suffering from intensive internal bleeding.

She said he's lucky to even be alive with the amount of injuries he had.

When I asked how something like that could have happened she answers that he was most likely attacked, and then she mentions how she feels awful because he's just around the same age as me.

I ask for his name and she tells me.

Isaac Reynolds.

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A.N

Mason please punish me please & thank you

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