Fuck, that was close.

If I had stayed there any longer, Rory would have caught me.

Back in front of my monitors, I pull up the footage from the past few hours to witness the moment Rory woke up.

My little slut reacted precisely how I knew she would.

Now, she's curled up on the floor of her bedroom closet in the fetal position.

Her body is lying limp.

If Rory's soft whimpers weren't playing through my speakers, I'd assume she wasn't breathing.

Fuck, Her fear is breathtaking.

I'm ready for the day when watching Rory through a screen is no longer necessary.

She will wake up from a deep sleep with my tongue on her clit, and there won't be any drugs in her system or a barrier to hide my face.

Unfortunately, there are still a few obstacles standing in the way of making that a reality.

One of those is the fucking no-contact order.

The court date is next week, so I don't have much time left.

Judge Blake Andrews is assigned to the case and has a good reputation. He doesn't lie, steal or cheat, but everyone has a price.

Whether it is monetary or not.

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Earlier this morning, I spoke with Judge Andrews, and my services were his only price.

Blake Andrews recently found out he has a twin sister, and he is having a difficult time tracking her down.

He was wary about dropping the order of protection at first, but I assured him I would have details on his sister within twenty-four hours and that Rory was in good hands.

My little sluts lawyer should be calling her soon to inform her that the court date has been "postponed" and that Judge Andrews will contact the council with his final ruling.

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