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knew as much about her as she suspected he did, his intention wasn’t to hold her for ransom.
    His. To do what he wanted with.
    Beaten down with fear, she slumped forward. Any minute her legs would give way.
    Damek would undoubtedly haul her back to her feet, but what if her falling angered him?
    Would he slap her breast or pinch her pussy lips again? Or worse?
    Moaning into the hard ball in her mouth, she rocked back and forth what little she dared.
    Why had she let him in? If she’d refused to open—
    He’d said he was Mitch. Oh God, he knew who her former boyfriend was!

Chapter Three
    “Getting tired of waiting for me? You’ll be glad to know I’m done.”
    Damek’s voice sounded disembodied. He could be anywhere in the room and getting ready to do anything.
    Metal closed around her wrists. She who’d never been stopped by a police officer was now handcuffed.
    She was trying to wrap her mind around the latest restraint when he loosened the leather above her elbows. Fierce burning had her screaming into the gag. Nearly a minute passed before the pain stopped being all-consuming.
    Damek rearranged her robe and tied it in place. “Can’t let you getting cold on your way to my chariot.” He chuckled. “Oh, for the record, because I work for a company that knows what it’s doing, shortly after we leave there’ll be no sign I was ever in your apartment. It’ll also look as if you intended to be gone for a while.”
    What was it he’d said, something about working for something called Carnal Incorporated. Did they employ housekeepers? No, nothing so ordinary.
    She was wondering how he expected her to walk hobbled the way she was when he hoisted her over his shoulder. An arm looped over her back held her in place. Afraid he’d drop her, she didn’t struggle. Her violent shakes continued. The sound of her front apartment door closing behind them was like a knife slicing through her will, and she sagged over his strength.
    It wasn’t fair! Her restrictive childhood was behind her. She was supposed to be hitting her stride, taking the world by storm and living it to the hilt.
    Instead she’d been fired, dropped by her boyfriend, and most horrible of all, captured.
    Tears drenched the sleep mask as the stranger who called himself Damek walked with her into the night. His shoes made no sound, leading her to believe he was walking on the weed-invaded lawn. Instead of stopping which would tell her they’d reached the tenant carport, he kept moving.
    After what seemed like forever, he stopped. She heard a clicking sound she guessed meant he’d remotely unlocked his vehicle. He’d been driving an SUV earlier so maybe—Oh God, where was he taking her?
    Should she be past absolute terror by now? No matter, she couldn’t get on top of the all-consuming emotion. Despite her blindness, she lifted her head and strained to see.
    “I’ve sometimes wondered what being disoriented is like for the subjects,” he said and let her slide off his shoulder. He held her until she’d gotten her feet under her, then let her go.
    “All I know for sure is how effective the technique is for us trainers.”
    Trainers? What was he talking about?
    She couldn’t run. All she could do was stand there like a chained dog and listen to the sound of a vehicle door being opened. Grabbing her upper arms, he half lifted and half shoved her into a small carpeted space on her side. He’d placed her in the back of a vehicle, probably the SUV.
    Don’t do this! Oh please, let this be a nightmare!
    “We’ve got a long ride ahead of us,” he told her as he rolled her onto her back with her arms under her. “Fortunately, you’re not going to be bored because I have something to entertain you with.”
    He pushed against her ankles. The way they were secured together, she had no choice but to bend her knees outward, exposing her pussy. Another nail was being hammered into her coffin. She tried to resist, but he was too strong and she too