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crazy one. You are the crazy one. I know that you are made for me, only me. I have to convince you that I was made for you.”
    Huh? Mason backed up and get off the bed. He was gone before I could catch my breath. He left me alone in the room. I heard the door lock behind him. I looked over at the handcuff. I sat up in the bed and noticed a bottle of Fiji water on the bedside table. My stomach was upset. I grabbed the water and took a drink.
    I realized and remembered that I didn’t have any pants on. He must have tossed my sweats somewhere out of reach. Mason hadn’t fixed my thong so my bare hairless pussy was sticking out the side of it. I repositioned my thong to cover my two-timing pussy. I took my hand and quickly covered my crotch. I felt exposed, like I had been put on blast.
    Why does Mason do these things to me? I’ve resorted back to using profanity and it’s all his fault. This is not a game. This is my life.
    I want to go home. I don’t understand why he just didn’t tell me he still had feelings. Why go through all this trouble. Why commit a felony? Can he really smell when I’m wet through my clothes? How did he know I was wet when I didn’t even know? What does he want? Does he mean my love? I gave him all my love before and he always kicked me to the curb with one bullshit excuse after another.
    Mason is crazy. He cannot be trusted. He lies. I’ m not sure he won’t kill me. His temper is off the chain. Why did my body betray me? Why was I so wet? Why am I still so wet?
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 2
     
    The digital clock moved or should I say time was passing. I was chained to the bed like I was a wild animal. Mason, my captor had a hissy fit and left me alone. I guessed I pissed him off or something. I had no idea when he would be back. I knew he would be back eventually but when?
    It was artic cold in this room. I was starting to get the chills. I desperately wanted to yell out to Mason but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I needed him. This was definitely not the time to be prideful but I was stubborn to a fault. Fuck Mason! He could kiss my black ass but he would probably want to kiss my black ass. Fuckin’ perv.
    I covered my body with the little thin bed sheet. I needed a blanket or a down comforter but I had to make do with the bed sheet. I took this time to inventory my meek surroundings. There was more in this room then I noticed before. There were two doors but not two ways out that I could see. The white door, the one Mason left out of and another one that was slightly ajar. It probably led to a bathroom but I couldn’t see inside.
    There was a small college sized refrigerator near the far wall with a small microwave on top of it. There was no table and only one chair in the room although it was big enough to house the extra furniture. I think I was in a finished basement but the smooth walls and the boarded windows were somewhat misleading. It seemed too nice to be someone’s basement but this was the kind of work Mason does. He was good at building anything, house, office building, school. His masterful work was outside as well as inside of many dwellings.
    The clock read 6:44. I heard the door locks rattle. Mason was unlocking the door from the outside. Damn, I was really locked in this room. The doorknob twisted and he was back. He walked over to the bed like he owned the place. I’m sure he did. He took a seat next to me, facing me. I sat up straight. I wanted to look him dead on, gage his attitude and body language. His anger seems to have dissipated. His face was full of worry.
    “Oh God, are you cold?” Mason rubbed my arms up and down. I had to admit it felt good. His hands were warm and strong and I wanted him to stop touching me but I couldn’t get my mouth to agree with my brain.
    Mason popped up and rushed out the room. I tried to peak out the door but I could only see stairs leading up. Yeah this is the basement.
    Mason soon came back with a huge