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probably for the first time since she’d been thrown in prison and that meant she had nothing to shield her mind from the horror.
She didn’t particularly welcome full consciousness. As disturbing as she’d found it to feel as if she was swimming through some strange nightmare, it beat the hell out of knowing it was completely real!
What the hell was she supposed to do now? They would come for her again. She had no confidence that she could fake being drugged out of her mind and beyond that, she was going to feel every blow keenly without something to dull her senses.
Some fucking favor he’d done her!
Tamping her fear and anger with an effort, she tried to think why he’d done it. He must have had a reason.
Why had he acted like he knew her? He’d seemed to think she knew him, too.
Why?
He thought Morris had told her. That was why he’d expected her to recognize his name.
Was that why he’d protected her? Faked the rape to convince the guard that she was getting what he’d thrown her in the cell for--a lesson of what she could expect if she failed to cooperate.
Her thighs were still sticky with semen. Blood had been smeared through it and that, too, had dried. With revulsion, she studied her thighs, wishing she had some way to clean herself off.
She wasn’t touching the water in the bottom of the toilet bowl. It made her flesh creep just thinking of all the germs and bacteria swimming in it, as if they were, even now, climbing out and crawling across the room to reach her.
She was going to lose her mind if she had to stay in this horrible, filthy place very long.
That thought touched off a dim memory. She’d still been too drugged when it was happening to grasp much, but she finally remembered he’d said he would take her with him if she helped him to escape.
Maybe her memory was faulty? Because that just didn’t make sense to her. If she escaped, why would she need him to help her?
Her face where the guard had hit her wasn’t the only thing throbbing. Her head was pounding as if someone were hammering on it. Massaging her head with both hands, she struggled to piece together errant bits of memory into something that made sense to her.
She’d been questioned, daily, or almost daily, since she’d been incarcerated.
Unless her mind was completely unreliable she thought she remembered enough details to separate one session from another into a half a dozen.
Which meant she’d only been in this hellhole for about a week?
She was not going to survive much of this!
Pushing that thought from her mind quickly, she tried to focus on what she’d been searching for before and remembered that each time the man interrogated her, he had become more furious and frustrated until he’d begun threatening … something. She
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hadn’t been certain at the time what he was threatening to do to her that he hadn’t already tried until she’d seen where he was taking her. She hadn’t been completely clear on what was about to happen even then. It had been more of an instinctual fear of being shoved into a cell full of men than a clear idea of the guard’s intentions that had made her fight him.
So, the guard had taken her to the cell with all the men, expecting to enjoy some entertainment while they beat and raped her half to death. The huge cauc monster with stringy black hair that the guard had referred to as Black Stew had charged her like a randy bull, beating off the other men, but Dax had seen a possibility that she might help him get out of his cell.
That was it!
He wasn’t expecting her to escape and get to him and free him. He’d thought there was a chance the guard would bring her back for another ‘lesson’ and he’d hoped, if he could get her off the drugs, she’d have enough wit about her to create a distraction.
She considered that for a while and finally decided that must be it, but he was out of his fucking mind!
He was cute, and he was sexy, but he wasn’t
She didn’t particularly welcome full consciousness. As disturbing as she’d found it to feel as if she was swimming through some strange nightmare, it beat the hell out of knowing it was completely real!
What the hell was she supposed to do now? They would come for her again. She had no confidence that she could fake being drugged out of her mind and beyond that, she was going to feel every blow keenly without something to dull her senses.
Some fucking favor he’d done her!
Tamping her fear and anger with an effort, she tried to think why he’d done it. He must have had a reason.
Why had he acted like he knew her? He’d seemed to think she knew him, too.
Why?
He thought Morris had told her. That was why he’d expected her to recognize his name.
Was that why he’d protected her? Faked the rape to convince the guard that she was getting what he’d thrown her in the cell for--a lesson of what she could expect if she failed to cooperate.
Her thighs were still sticky with semen. Blood had been smeared through it and that, too, had dried. With revulsion, she studied her thighs, wishing she had some way to clean herself off.
She wasn’t touching the water in the bottom of the toilet bowl. It made her flesh creep just thinking of all the germs and bacteria swimming in it, as if they were, even now, climbing out and crawling across the room to reach her.
She was going to lose her mind if she had to stay in this horrible, filthy place very long.
That thought touched off a dim memory. She’d still been too drugged when it was happening to grasp much, but she finally remembered he’d said he would take her with him if she helped him to escape.
Maybe her memory was faulty? Because that just didn’t make sense to her. If she escaped, why would she need him to help her?
Her face where the guard had hit her wasn’t the only thing throbbing. Her head was pounding as if someone were hammering on it. Massaging her head with both hands, she struggled to piece together errant bits of memory into something that made sense to her.
She’d been questioned, daily, or almost daily, since she’d been incarcerated.
Unless her mind was completely unreliable she thought she remembered enough details to separate one session from another into a half a dozen.
Which meant she’d only been in this hellhole for about a week?
She was not going to survive much of this!
Pushing that thought from her mind quickly, she tried to focus on what she’d been searching for before and remembered that each time the man interrogated her, he had become more furious and frustrated until he’d begun threatening … something. She
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hadn’t been certain at the time what he was threatening to do to her that he hadn’t already tried until she’d seen where he was taking her. She hadn’t been completely clear on what was about to happen even then. It had been more of an instinctual fear of being shoved into a cell full of men than a clear idea of the guard’s intentions that had made her fight him.
So, the guard had taken her to the cell with all the men, expecting to enjoy some entertainment while they beat and raped her half to death. The huge cauc monster with stringy black hair that the guard had referred to as Black Stew had charged her like a randy bull, beating off the other men, but Dax had seen a possibility that she might help him get out of his cell.
That was it!
He wasn’t expecting her to escape and get to him and free him. He’d thought there was a chance the guard would bring her back for another ‘lesson’ and he’d hoped, if he could get her off the drugs, she’d have enough wit about her to create a distraction.
She considered that for a while and finally decided that must be it, but he was out of his fucking mind!
He was cute, and he was sexy, but he wasn’t
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