Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

Master of Submission [Masters of Submission 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles

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Authors: Jan Bowles
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can you tell me if Chloe has any distinguishing marks?”
    Emma slowly nodded. She felt her teeth chattering as she spoke. “Yes.”
    “Would you describe them for me please?”
    “She…she…she has a small tattoo on the inside of her left wrist. It’s of a red rose entwined with barbed wire.”
    “Thank you. Any other distinguishing marks?”
    “Not that I’m aware of.”
    Kathy Rochelle squeezed her hand. “I’m going to draw the curtain back now, Emma. Are you okay with that?”
    “Yes . ” But not really. Please, please don’t let it be Chloe.
    Emma watched the curtains slowly part. She sucked in a deep breath and held it. A body lay on a gurney, completely covered by a white sheet. With a nod from Kathy Rochelle, an attendant slowly pulled it back, exposing the head and shoulders.
    “Oh, God. Dear God.” Emma immediately held both hands to her face, covering her nose and mouth. Even though she knew what was coming, the emotional trauma at seeing her best friend dead shocked her to her very core. Her whole body began to shake. It looked like Chloe, but Chloe never wore an expression like that in life. Her face was contorted, as though she’d died in agony. Her mind fixated on the open eyes and mouth, unable to stop herself imagining the horror her wonderful friend had suffered.
    “It’s her, but it just doesn’t look like her.”
    When no one answered, Emma continued to stare at her friend, unable to look away even though she desperately wanted to. Chloe’s skin held a strange, greenish hue. The bridge of her nose had partially collapsed, and black skin tainted the area around her mouth. Doubt began to enter her mind as she stared at the waxwork copy of her friend. “I need to see her wrist to be absolutely sure.” Still keeping the rest of her body covered with the sheet, the attendant carefully revealed her friend’s left arm. The back of her hand showed first, and Emma noticed the blackened tips of her fingers. As a lawyer, she’d seen numerous pictures of dead bodies, but this was the first time she’d actually seen one in the flesh. Chloe had clearly been dead for some time, too. From the decay, she guessed for a week or more. The attendant carefully rotated her arm. There, there, yes it’s there. The rose entwined in barbed wire lay tattooed on the inside of her wrist. She was in no doubt now. It was Chloe.
    “Yes, it’s her. It’s Chloe Watts,” she managed to say, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. “What happened to you, Chloe?” she whispered to herself. Kathy Rochelle gave the signal and the curtains began to slowly close. Emma placed her palms against the glass, trying to stop their movement. Panic started to build as the enormity of the situation finally hit home. Rushed, garbled words spilled from her mouth. “No, no, no, please let me see her a little while longer. That’s my friend. She needs me. Who’s going to look after her now? Please don’t close it.” She followed the edge of the curtain until just a crack was left, and a small sliver of her friend remained. It was the last glimpse she would ever have of her. “No!” She slammed her fist against the glass. “It isn’t fair, she’s my best friend, I need to comfort her. Can’t you understand, she’s all alone in there.” Her legs began to buckle, and she could barely breathe. “No, no, no,” she sobbed. Strong hands rested on her shoulders and she turned into their embrace. Zane enveloped her in his arms, giving her the comfort she so desperately needed. An inner calm began to envelop her body and mind, as she breathed in his reassuring masculine scent.
    “Shhh, baby, I’m here.” His words soothed the heartache pulsing through her.
    Detective Mitchell’s voice broke through the surreal nature of the situation. “I need to ask you both some questions.”
    “Jesus, you cops are all the same. Can’t you see this lady is distressed? Just give us some space.” Zane sounded angry.
    “I

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