Jack had been in his current position for quite some time, sleeping on his side with his left hand as a cushion, while looking at Anne in a more comfortable position. What was clear was that after returning from the police station yesterday afternoon, Jack then locked Anne in their room all night without any chance to get out of bed. Even when the sun had risen, Jack still didn't want to finish the games. He was still not satisfied and did it again until Anne really gave up and begged him to end the torture of pleasure.
"You really are my addiction, Anne. I don't know what I would be without you in my life right now," Jack said softly as he brushed Anne's hair behind her ear so it wouldn't cover her beautiful face.
"I love you ..."
