JODY
He was taking me to his house.
His house was situated in one of the grandest neighborhoods in London. It was a spacious house that looked like a box from the outside.
Marcus stopped in front, came down to open the door for me. I didn’t know what to feel, and even though I could feel anything right now, anger was not one of them. Let’s just listen to whatever he has to say, I said to myself, summoning the spirit of patience in me out.
He ushered me into an ostentatious sitting room and I was just too speechless. The house was built with glasses, white cushions, white table, white curtains and even the tiles were white. It was a white themed house and it was breathtaking.
“You can’t believe I’m living in a house like this right?” he asked walking inside and taking off his winter jacket. “Well, I’m not just an assistant of Connor Shelby, I’m his Beta and even though werewolves are now individualistic and not centralized as it was before, I do have my own corner.”
I nodded, biting my lips. I didn’t really know he had his own life because he was always with Alpha Connor, so it was easy to see him as nothing else but his assistant.
But I saw Marcus as the love of my life. Quite different from how others saw him.
“Why I’m I here, Marcus?” my tone was firmer now, I would never let him see me as a pushover. “Whatever you wanted to tell me could be said in the car or a café or somewhere public since you like to keep your privacy.”
“I don’t want to tell you, Jody,” he replied somberly, “I want to show you.”
“Then show me. I don’t think I want to be here longer than necessary.”
“How long is unnecessary, Jody?” he asked, gazing intently at me.
“You know, I can actually find my way home from here. I was born and raised in London, so there isn’t a place here I don’t know.”
As I spoke he walked up to where I stood and folded me into a tight hug without my permission. I felt enraged, I tried to push him away, but he was like a statue and wouldn’t budge.
“I’ve not been sane since the day I left you at the parking lot, Jody.” he uttered huskily, “I was scared of losing you, I still am. And I’m aware that you might not accept me after what I would be showing you, however, I hope you do.”
“What are you saying, Marcus? What is so bad about you that I wouldn’t accept? I know you already or don’t I?”
He didn’t reply but took my hands and led me upstairs. It was a large hallway with about four doors. He opened one saying this was his room and after few minutes, he led me straight to the last room in the hallway.
“This is my secret room, Jody, the truth about me I’ve been trying to hide from the rest of the world” he said behind me as he nudged the door open.
I ambled in, unable to see much due to how barely lit the room was. But as soon as my eyes adjusted to the sight before me, a choking gasp escaped my throat.
I tried hard to contain my shock but I couldn’t. Never would I ever think that Marcus was involved in Masochism.
Every kind of torture materials were lined up neatly in sections at the side of the room. A four poster bed with pillars at each end stood in the middle of the room, followed by closets, wooden shelves filled with retraining cuffs, whips, masks, and so many other things I couldn’t even identify.
Marcus stood behind me, and I could swear he was holding his breath. It felt like a nightmare and I really wanted to wake up and see that it was all over.
“How long… have, uhmm, you been doing this?” I asked, trying to find my voice.
“Started in my teen years.” he muttered heavily, “Jody, let’s just talk outside,” he suggested and I let out a breath of relief.
“Sure, great.” I said too cheerfully, turned and almost bolted down the stairs.
“Jody wait!” Marcus called behind me but I didn’t bother to look at him. I couldn’t look at him right now, I really wanted to leave. “I knew you’d be like this if I told you, that was why I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. But I also knew I love you, and that means coming clean to you about who I really am.”
He tried to hold my arm but I brushed him away as if there were suddenly nails attached to his palms. I didn’t realize that tears was running down my eyes, but he couldn’t see it because my back was turned against him.
“Why now Marcus?” I asked still not sparing him a glance, “Why telling me this after all this while? You had the opportunity to tell me about this the day you left. Listen, I’m going to leave now, and assume I didn’t come here today and I didn’t see or hear anything. Goodbye, Marcus.”
I started to walk towards the exit but he grabbed me by the arm and twirled me to face him. His eyes were watery as well, it was ripping my heart in shreds.
“I want you in my life, Jody,” he said in a way that made my bones tremble. He was so close, I caught the delicious smell of his masculine cologne. “This life is part of me, but I also want to be with you, I want to do everything with you.”
He really didn’t get it, I thought, freeing myself from his grasp so I could stand firmer because his eyes were about to make me waver.
“Look Marcus, I can’t subject myself to torture all in the name of pleasure. I love myself, you know.” I let out with a steady tone.
“I don’t hate myself either,” he mumbled, standing like a tall statue in front of me.
“Well, you wouldn’t be the one being tortured,” I lashed back, hoping my words hurt him like his words did to me.
“I was a submissive for ten years, Jody,” he said, like my words really did hurt him, causing me to feel rotten. “And no one is torturing you. You have a twisted idea about what this really is.”
“I don’t care, I’m just done here. And please don’t come after me.” I warned him, before walking out of his presence, his home and hopefully his life and thoughts.
I knew I was going to cry buckets when I got home, but that was okay. At lease I’ll be crying on my behalf now.