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how to keep her mouth shut.
He laughed. “I keep a wide range of sizes to fit the women I know I will like. You looked to be the size of a woman who would fit that dress. Although you are a little shorter. I shall have the tailor come to fix the clothes I want you to wear.”
Great, so he was planning on keeping her around long enough to need a tailor…yeah, that was sarcasm in her heart and her mind. The dress was a little longer on her than it would have been on somebody a few inches taller, but it wasn’t so horrible that she would find it difficult to walk—why? Because he had given her a pair of five inch stiletto heels. She would gather he wanted to make sure she couldn’t run away. Run? She could barely walk in this things. Four inch was her maximum heel navigation capability and rarely did she buy the four inchers. Usually she went for the three inch because it was more comfortable and easier to navigate in.
“You should have done something more with your hair.”
“Why? It’s not like I want to be here.” If this were a date she wanted to be on then she would have taken the time to fix her hair up and put on a little makeup, but she didn’t want to be here, and she saw no need to placate the man on that level.
“Because I say so,” he took hold of her arm and manhandled her over to the vanity. He pulled out a four inch bladed knife from behind his back and slid the cool steel down her arm. “I can cut you up slowly; make you suffer for days, or I can provide you some creature comforts. The choice is yours.”
He waited for her to make a decision. She was torn because she didn’t want to die, and she definitely didn’t want to die painfully, but she didn’t want to help him have any sense of pleasure at her expense.
She picked up the sterling silver decorative inlay brush and started to brush her hair into submission. The great thing about having thick hair was that she could manage it into a very fun, flirty or sexy up-do depending on her mood. She didn’t really want any of those looks tonight, but she had to do something with her hair.
She brushed it up to the top of her head and then used the decorative bobby pins he had laying in the dresser drawer. Yes, he had done this before—a lot apparently. When she finished securing her hair she looked up at him.
“Now the makeup,” he ordered. “Not too much of it. You have beautiful skin. Just use some of this eye stuff and the lips…paint the lips red.”
She ran her fingers along the numerous color options sitting on the long end of the vanity. She had to get out of the chair to walk down toward the end of the table and find something that would look good with her skin. Clearly he liked darker women because everything really could work, but some would fit better than others. She picked a subtle shade called Soft Sable, but he wasn’t happy with that. He took it from her hand and picked up the Decadent Gold instead. “This,” he mumbled against her ear. His body pressed up against her back and she could feel his erection. Oh hell, she was in trouble now. She couldn’t remember much of what happened before goon number one knocked her out. She remembered kneeing Diego in the groin and trying to run, but the bodyguard got her. She kicked and tried to fight even with her hands tied behind her back. Then she remembered taking a fist in the face that had bruised her as well as knocked her out. She thought she heard somebody yell, “car,” but she couldn’t be sure. She had hoped, but now she wasn’t sure at all if she would be found, if she could be saved, or if she could save herself.
“Tomorrow I will ravish you,” he slid his free hand to her breast and fondled her softly—a contradiction to the man who had been so rough with her already. She had expected he would be more animal than human in this regard. “You are too tired for what I plan to do to you and I will not be denied the
He laughed. “I keep a wide range of sizes to fit the women I know I will like. You looked to be the size of a woman who would fit that dress. Although you are a little shorter. I shall have the tailor come to fix the clothes I want you to wear.”
Great, so he was planning on keeping her around long enough to need a tailor…yeah, that was sarcasm in her heart and her mind. The dress was a little longer on her than it would have been on somebody a few inches taller, but it wasn’t so horrible that she would find it difficult to walk—why? Because he had given her a pair of five inch stiletto heels. She would gather he wanted to make sure she couldn’t run away. Run? She could barely walk in this things. Four inch was her maximum heel navigation capability and rarely did she buy the four inchers. Usually she went for the three inch because it was more comfortable and easier to navigate in.
“You should have done something more with your hair.”
“Why? It’s not like I want to be here.” If this were a date she wanted to be on then she would have taken the time to fix her hair up and put on a little makeup, but she didn’t want to be here, and she saw no need to placate the man on that level.
“Because I say so,” he took hold of her arm and manhandled her over to the vanity. He pulled out a four inch bladed knife from behind his back and slid the cool steel down her arm. “I can cut you up slowly; make you suffer for days, or I can provide you some creature comforts. The choice is yours.”
He waited for her to make a decision. She was torn because she didn’t want to die, and she definitely didn’t want to die painfully, but she didn’t want to help him have any sense of pleasure at her expense.
She picked up the sterling silver decorative inlay brush and started to brush her hair into submission. The great thing about having thick hair was that she could manage it into a very fun, flirty or sexy up-do depending on her mood. She didn’t really want any of those looks tonight, but she had to do something with her hair.
She brushed it up to the top of her head and then used the decorative bobby pins he had laying in the dresser drawer. Yes, he had done this before—a lot apparently. When she finished securing her hair she looked up at him.
“Now the makeup,” he ordered. “Not too much of it. You have beautiful skin. Just use some of this eye stuff and the lips…paint the lips red.”
She ran her fingers along the numerous color options sitting on the long end of the vanity. She had to get out of the chair to walk down toward the end of the table and find something that would look good with her skin. Clearly he liked darker women because everything really could work, but some would fit better than others. She picked a subtle shade called Soft Sable, but he wasn’t happy with that. He took it from her hand and picked up the Decadent Gold instead. “This,” he mumbled against her ear. His body pressed up against her back and she could feel his erection. Oh hell, she was in trouble now. She couldn’t remember much of what happened before goon number one knocked her out. She remembered kneeing Diego in the groin and trying to run, but the bodyguard got her. She kicked and tried to fight even with her hands tied behind her back. Then she remembered taking a fist in the face that had bruised her as well as knocked her out. She thought she heard somebody yell, “car,” but she couldn’t be sure. She had hoped, but now she wasn’t sure at all if she would be found, if she could be saved, or if she could save herself.
“Tomorrow I will ravish you,” he slid his free hand to her breast and fondled her softly—a contradiction to the man who had been so rough with her already. She had expected he would be more animal than human in this regard. “You are too tired for what I plan to do to you and I will not be denied the
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