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remembered feeling relieved at never having to go through painful
     menstrual cramps as so many of the girls her age did.
    She recalled Peter’s shattered face. His voice wanting to be
     comforting barely masked the pain. “Oh, Laura, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...” he kept
     repeating, as if he was the cause of it.
    She couldn’t understand his sorrow. It would be years later,
     clutching at an engagement ring from the man who had just walked out of her life,
     that she understood the magnitude of it.
    Kayne was looking at her. She seemed far away, as if she had
     forgotten about him. Usually, it would have aggravated him, and yet he felt like a
     privileged insider, looking in through the hourglass.
    “You never told anyone?” he asked, a softness creeping in his
     voice.
    She slowly shook her head in response.
    For an instant, he felt for her, wanted to comfort her. Watching
     her head bent sideways, the errand strand of hair covering her face, he almost
     reached over.
    “Have you been with anyone else since?” he inquired, seemingly
     unaffected.
    She looked up, peeking through heavy lids. “What do you mean?”
     “Casual dates, one-night stands… a fuck friend maybe?” he asked, playful wickedness
     back in his eyes.
    “No.” She shook her head vehemently.
    “Such a good girl.”
    She blushed. “Do you… have a girlfriend?” she asked tentatively,
     trying to divert the attention away from herself.
    He responded with a sardonic laugh, “No, Laura. In case you missed
     it, I’m not really the relationship type.”
    “Oh… I just thought… with the bedroom you set me in… and the
     clothes and all…”
    “The clothes were bought for you. The room was my
     mother’s. Does that satisfy your little curiosity?” he huffed impatiently.
    It wasn’t fair. He badgered her into answering all these personal
     questions, forcing her to scratch old wounds, not yet fully healed. Yet she noticed
     his mood change coincided with the mention of his mother. She would try to steer
     clear of that topic, though she knew her curiosity would eventually get the best of
     her. But then another thought came to her mind, and her face fell. He bought the
     clothes for her… That could only mean he had never meant to let her go. Her fate was
     sealed before she even went into that room, no matter what she would have said.
    He noticed immediately, still in his tempestuous mood, and asked,
     “What’s wrong?”
    Her voice was strangled. She swallowed before she finally looked up
     to meet his gaze. “You knew all along… from the first night, even before you brought
     me in that room… you knew you would bring me back here, you even had clothes
     brought… You said if I cooperated I could leave… You… lied.”
    His eyes narrowed in quiet fury; his voice was calm, dripping with
     venom. “And you’ve come to this conclusion because… I was kind enough to make sure
     you’d be comfortable? If I remember correctly, what I promised was that you would
     get out alive, which you have. The clothes were brought to your room after I made the call. Don’t you think I have the resources to get you a
     few pieces of clothing? I have contacts everywhere, Laura. And that’s not a lie
     either. Maybe you should remember that in case you get other brilliant ideas,” he
     hissed. “Never. Call me. A liar.”
    She was shaking with fear by the time he finished speaking. Before
     he even knew it, she dropped to his feet, her hands grabbing his jeans at the knees,
     sobbing erratically.
    “Please, please, forgive me, I made a mistake… I didn’t think you
     had it done the same morning. Stores are closed at this time… and there was just so
     much stuff… Please forgive me… I don’t want to go to the cage again. Please…”
    He felt confused, conflicted. Part of him still
     seethed with anger, wanted to leave her on the floor, drag her by her hair, and
     punish her for her careless words. The other part, even