Nothing. She was in his chest, barely breathing. He didn't care, it wasn't about her and she hadn't used her safe word yet. None of them noticed when she took her final breath.

Her body dropped to the ground a few seconds after the first "what the fuck", the shock making logical thought impossible until Jawline wandered over. "What happened?" None of them knew, and the reality was starting to kick in. The fantasy of killing a woman during sex excited them all, but standing around her dead body wasn't enjoyable.

Jawline sighed, "you know what we have to do, right?" He walked over to his bag and pulled out a little buzzer, a tracker for bushwalkers that alerts the authorities if you need help. Pressing the buzzer, the men sat back and waited for their lives to end.

They saw the helicopter first, it wouldn't have seen them through the trees. Waiting after that was harder, they began discussing burying her body or running... but they all had too much pride to live with something like that. Hearing people approaching, Jawline sprung up to intercept them.

Trying to explain what had happened, he hoped at least one of the officers wouldn't judge them based on their kink. The men were separated, questioned and arrested. As a crime scene was formally established, they were escorted away from the biggest mistake of their lives and to an uncertain future.

"At this stage, you are under arrest in relation to the death of Raina Barlowe." The lead detective was reading their death sentence. They knew they risks. The conversations had been lengthy and they had all spent time with her. She had wanted this, had begged them all for death. CNC is not rape, BDSM is not abuse. They had made a promise to keep her safe, and breaking it would haunt them until they each took a final breath of their own.

"Anything you say or do is being recorded," this had already been said, but the men were relieved the whole thing has been recorded, "and can be used as evidence in court, do you understand?"

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