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battle she gave in.
    What if her captor had somehow seen into her?
    What if he knew about where her fantasies took her?
    Planned to use them to his advantage.
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    Every muscle in Kaci’s body ached, and her head hurt from the lack of sleep. She was hungry.
    By her reckoning, which she didn’t fully trust, her captor and she had been back on the move for a couple of hours. He’d wakened as it was getting light and took her out so she could pee again. At first she’d been determined not to say anything to this creature who treated her like a dog, but her dry mouth had gotten the best of her.
    “ I’m thirsty,” she’d said.
    “ If you want me to do anything about it,” he’d replied, “you’re going to have to ask.”
    “ Please.” Saying the word nearly made her gag. “I’d like a drink.”
    It hadn’t been enough. He’d wanted more from her, to take her deeper into submission. Knowing he could and would hold out much longer than she could, she’d begged. Opening her mouth while he held a water bottle to her lips had been horribly demeaning and yet she’d survived. She’d even thanked him without needing to be prompted.
    They’d been on a gravel road for several minutes now, and the damn man was making no attempt to dodge pot holes. As a result, she kept bouncing. Her buttocks felt bruised, her back ached from trying to remain in a sitting position, and her tethered leg had cramped. At least, she reluctantly reminded herself, she was no longer thirsty.
    When would he give her something to eat?
    Maybe he intended to let her starve. Once she was weak enough, he’d exploit her weakness to force her to demean herself even more than she already had.
    The canopy had narrow windows on both sides, and she could see evergreens. Shortly after getting underway this morning, the truck had started going downhill. She’d hoped that meant they were leaving the mountains and coming to a more populated area, but then they’d started climbing again. She’d tried to orient herself but couldn’t. They might not even be in the same state as yesterday.
    Disappeared.
    Gone.
    No one who’d care what happened to her.
    On the verge of again feeling sorry for herself, she reminded herself that she’d chosen this solitary life. One good thing, if her captor’s intention was to hold her for ransom, he was out of luck. Maybe he’d get tired of having to keep an eye on her and let her go.
    No he wouldn’t.
    The truck slowed, made a sharp left hand turn and continued. She wanted to it to speed up so they’d come to the end of this nightmare journey. Instead it crawled and bounced, the surrounding trees closing around her. So this was what driving into hell felt like.
    Finally they stopped moving. The engine went silent. Blind fear assaulted her, compelling her to thrash about. All she accomplished was to fall over, striking her elbow as she did. She wound up on her stomach, her trapped leg twisted under her, the chain against her cheek, and her weight resting on her arms. Her heart hammered. Maybe she was having a heart attack.
    She heard the driver’s door open and close followed by the sound of shoes crunching on gravel. Much as she hated letting her captor see her like this she had no choice. One minute passed followed by another. She strained listening for a sound from him but heard only pine needles being shaken by the wind.
    At length she tried to push herself back around but couldn’t because her fingers were against her body, or rather they were against the horrible leather restriction around her waist.
    Time passed. The wind whispered and another time the sound would have comforted her. Instead she tried to imagine what he was doing. He’d gone inside whatever place he’d taken her to and was in no hurry to return for her. Did he live alone? If not was it possible whoever he shared his home with would insist he let her go?
    Unless that person was the same devil’s spawn.
    I don’t deserve this! After what I