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from his grasp. My underwear, along with my towel, fell to the ground and I inhaled deeply as my vulnerability was exposed.
    Kaden stood up slowly, his green eyes taking their time to examine my naked body. His face was close to mine when he finally spoke. "Well, well, you really have nothing to hide now, do you?" His fingers twirled my damp hair and I trembled as he placed the curl on my naked shoulder, the back of his hand grazing the top of my breast.
    "Now don't fight this time and it will be over quickly."
    I looked past him, blinking away the tears. He dropped to his knees again and I felt the underwear being pulled up from my ankles and his fingers wrapping around my thin bones. His breath was warm on the damp skin of my inner thigh and he made no attempt to conceal what he was doing. His hands worked their way up the back of my calves, lifting the panties. I felt a jolt of arousal deep within me. This should not be happening! My head screamed at me to fight him off, not allow him to touch me this way. But my body was waiting to see where he would go next, waiting to see what he would try.
    I kept as still as I possibly could, my breath coming in shallow pants. Cool tears rolled down my cheeks and heat rose from my legs where Kaden touched me. Why couldn't this be over? Why was he torturing me this way? Apparently it wasn't enough to nearly kill me and then capture me before bringing me to this sordid house. Now I had to be humiliated.
    Kaden's fingers grazed the back of my thighs. I looked down to see his lips pressed firmly together, his eyes focused on the task. He was so close to my naked and bruised body. His hands climbed until they reached the sensitive area just below my buttocks and then hesitated. My breath caught in my throat as I suppressed a sob and closed my eyes. His touch heightened my senses and the site of his handsome face taking such care to degrade me was overwhelming. I prayed that he would release me. Slowly and confidently, his hands spread my legs and his fingers met between them.
    "Please," I whimpered as I felt one of his fingers start to press inside. Please stop? Please continue? I'm not sure what I was begging for at the moment but I knew I couldn't take much more.
    His finger remained inside of me while his other hand firmly held the back of my leg. I opened my watery eyes to see him staring up at me. He plunged deeper. I cried out, first from the shock and then a second time from the shock of the pain in my ribs as I inhaled sharply.
    Before I could even attempt to recover my composure , Kaden had the elastic band of the panties around my hips. I couldn't look at him as he moved behind me and helped me with my bra, lifting my arms and maneuvering the straps over my shoulders. His hands didn't linger this time and he gently pulled the bra around my sore and blackened ribs. He set my hand on his strong shoulder so I could brace myself against something stable and then slipped on my jeans. The oversized t-shirt was last and Kaden rolled the material up so I could get my head and arms through. It hung halfway to my knees but it smelled fresh, a welcome change from the foul stench of blood and mold.
    Once I was completely covered, I finally allowed myself to look at him again. Kaden stared at me and nodded, clearly proud of the job he had accomplished, as if dressing a woman was now some sort of prestigious achievement.
    "Do you feel better?" Was he joking? What was there to feel better about?
    "Relatively speaking."
    "Come on, then. You'll want to eat something, I imagine." He sighed, an annoyed look on his face, and opened the door.
    "If I'm such a burden to you, then you should let me go."
    "I believe you'll be worth more than the effort it takes me to make a tuna sandwich, Blondie. But how much is yet to be determined, isn't it?" So he was after money. Money I had and I was more than willing to give it up in return for my freedom.
    "If you want money, then I can get that for you. Just take