Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Thirty-Seven

Last night’s John had crossed the line. She looked at her bruised face, and her sense of the ridiculous deserted her.

She made a phone call.

Three days later a very wealthy man awoke from an unnaturally deep sleep to the awareness he wasn’t in his custom-built bed. Instead he was spreadeagled somehow on some sort of a frame. He went to move his hands, but he couldn’t.

“It looks as if Sleeping Beauty is with us now. He must have pissed somebody off royally.”

He heard the whistle a nanosecond before he felt the bite of the whip.

©️jj 2019

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