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    The light of the coming dawn glowed red on the tops of the trees when the cabin came into view. Rew inhaled deep through her nose. The tape had been replaced after the granola bar was finished. It was rustic, yet beautiful in the way it blended with its surrounding. She felt a pang in her heart. She knew this was her new home, she would never see the one she loved again. Her family and the police would never be able to find her.
    The man remained silent. The only time she remembered him talking was the few sentences he said at the shed. The silence was deafening. She wanted to cry out, to have her voice echo into the valley below, but also knew it would mean the end of her short life. She wanted to live, to experience the joys of marriage, and see her parents again. To do that, she remained as quiet as a mouse.
    The man hoisted her higher in his arms as he moved to the door of the cabin. He kissed her on the forehead and said, “Welcome home."
    His voice had a deep, almost harmonizing quality to it. It broke the silence. Birds started singing, heralding the coming of dawn. Squirrels started barking out their calls, inviting others to join in. Both rustled through the branches, playing.
    He stepped inside and Rew noticed it was as rustic as the outside. The furniture was carved out of wood, as was the bed. The bed stood in a corner near a fireplace. A metal ledge hung inside the fireplace for cooking. Electricity did not run here. Neither did running water. Pans hung from hooks near the fireplace. Area rugs covered the floor for warmth and comfort. The place was neat and tidy.
    The man carried Rew to the bed and laid her down. He opened the blanket to expose her tied limbs. That was when she noticed the straps. They were similar to the ones in the shack but different. The ones for her arms were above, attached to the frame of the bed. The ones for her legs hung from the ceiling.
    The man loosened her hands first. She squirmed in resistance; he slapped her hard across her face. The world swam in a sea of swirling mist as he pulled her arms up, securing them. He undid her legs and spread them apart, hanging them in the straps. Her swollen red vagina appeared; it excited him. He wanted to play with it, yet knew he had to warm the place up first. He couldn't let this wonderful gem get sick. That would end all his pleasure.
    Reluctantly moving from her, he put some wood into the fireplace. He lit it with a match and watched as the fire grew. He grew along with it. The more he thought of the exposed vagina, the more he grew. As the warmth of the fire filled the room, he removed his clothes. He preferred to be naked. The feeling of synthetic material on his skin, even ones made of 100% cotton, made him cringe with displeasure. He preferred to be pleased.
    Rew saw the clothes drop to the floor and watched as the man's penis jumped to attention. She watched as he began to stroke the member with love. She was not able to say anything because he had not taken the tape off her mouth. Her body started to betray her. It wanted that member inside. She felt wetness spread in her crotch. She rotated her hips, gently swinging her legs with the movement.
    The man saw her. He refused to acknowledge her need. He continued to play with his penis. He guided his fingers up one side of the shaft before moving down the other side. He spread his knees and played with his balls. Then he grabbed the shaft and jerked the skin upward. He was not circumcised and the skin bunched up on the tip. He pulled it back down, exposing the moisture oozing from the tip. He leaned his head back, watching the girl's reactions. She was becoming his more and more. He would bide his time, tease her, break down her defenses, her spirit, and forever turn her away from the life she knew. That was his specialty. That was what he liked to do, and he was good at it.
    He refused to take the tape off her mouth. He had tried that with the other girls and all they did was