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tenderly brushed my hair back from my brow.
“Please, baby. I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you.”
“I know,” I admitted tremulously. “But I can’t-”
“You can trust me Kathleen. I want to spend forever with you. You know I don’t want anyone else.”
I blinked up at him. “Why?” I asked softly, truly at a loss.
“You’re smart and driven and beautiful. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met. I’ll spend forever with you because I love you, Kathleen.”
It was the first time he had ever said that. His eyes were so open and earnest that it made my heart hurt. It would have been so much easier if he had been lying to get into my pants.
I turned my face away, no longer able to look into those gorgeous eyes.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.” I wasn’t sure if I was telling him I couldn’t sleep with him or I couldn’t love him.
I shook off the sadness of the memory and the anguish at thinking of my life before my imprisonment. I had to focus. What had I been doing that had so enflamed Charlie’s lust?
I had been kissing him, nothing more.
Kissing my captor was definitely out of the question. It was a loving, intimate act, and although He touched me in intimate places, the emotional bond of true intimacy was utterly absent. A man without emotions couldn’t even begin to understand that.
So how was it that my body came alive under his touch in a way it never had for Charlie?
He abuses you.
I shuddered in revulsion. Did I truly enjoy what He did to me because of my dark past? Had that memory of my mother being abused and aroused by my father tainted me forever?
God, no.
That couldn’t be right. Bea had found a kind, caring man to marry. Despite the fact that my sister had grown up in the same shitty household as I had, she seemed to have maintained normality when it came to sex.
Thinking of my sister was even more painful than thinking about Charlie. I hated my memories of my life outside my prison, my life in the light.
But those memories might hold the keys to finding that light again. If I could manage to manipulate him sexually, I might be able to convince him to release me.
I thought back to the worst fight I had ever shared with my sister.
“Bea, don’t be an idiot!” I half-shrieked, fear for my sister warring with my frustration with her. “You can’t marry John. You’re too young to be a wife.”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do!” She flung back at me, her pale green eyes flaring beneath her brunette bangs. The freckles dusting her nose made her appear shockingly young.
But her words were more formidable than any child’s ever could be. “God, Kathleen, you’re just like Dad. I’m eighteen. I’m a woman now, and I can do whatever I want with my life.”
“I am nothing like Dad.” My eyes narrowed to slits at the cutting accusation. “I’m just trying to help you, Bea. Can’t you see that? You have to go to college. You don’t have to rely on a man to escape this house.” I gestured at the peeling walls that had been the borders of our hell for so many years. “If you marry John, he’ll expect you to sleep with him. He’ll be able to control you.”
Her cold laugh was like a slap in the face. “Do you really think I’m a dork like you?” She asked, her voice mocking. “I’m not a virgin, idiot. I’ve already slept with John. I’m going to marry him because I love him, not because I’m fucking him.”
My hands clenched to fists at my sides, my fingernails biting into my palms. “You idiot! You only think you love him because you’ve had sex with him!”
Mustering up my willpower, I reined in my anger. Bea was my little sister. It was my job to take care of her. “Don’t do this, Bea. Let me help you. I can write your college applications. I can-”
“Don’t you dare,”
“Please, baby. I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you.”
“I know,” I admitted tremulously. “But I can’t-”
“You can trust me Kathleen. I want to spend forever with you. You know I don’t want anyone else.”
I blinked up at him. “Why?” I asked softly, truly at a loss.
“You’re smart and driven and beautiful. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met. I’ll spend forever with you because I love you, Kathleen.”
It was the first time he had ever said that. His eyes were so open and earnest that it made my heart hurt. It would have been so much easier if he had been lying to get into my pants.
I turned my face away, no longer able to look into those gorgeous eyes.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.” I wasn’t sure if I was telling him I couldn’t sleep with him or I couldn’t love him.
I shook off the sadness of the memory and the anguish at thinking of my life before my imprisonment. I had to focus. What had I been doing that had so enflamed Charlie’s lust?
I had been kissing him, nothing more.
Kissing my captor was definitely out of the question. It was a loving, intimate act, and although He touched me in intimate places, the emotional bond of true intimacy was utterly absent. A man without emotions couldn’t even begin to understand that.
So how was it that my body came alive under his touch in a way it never had for Charlie?
He abuses you.
I shuddered in revulsion. Did I truly enjoy what He did to me because of my dark past? Had that memory of my mother being abused and aroused by my father tainted me forever?
God, no.
That couldn’t be right. Bea had found a kind, caring man to marry. Despite the fact that my sister had grown up in the same shitty household as I had, she seemed to have maintained normality when it came to sex.
Thinking of my sister was even more painful than thinking about Charlie. I hated my memories of my life outside my prison, my life in the light.
But those memories might hold the keys to finding that light again. If I could manage to manipulate him sexually, I might be able to convince him to release me.
I thought back to the worst fight I had ever shared with my sister.
“Bea, don’t be an idiot!” I half-shrieked, fear for my sister warring with my frustration with her. “You can’t marry John. You’re too young to be a wife.”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do!” She flung back at me, her pale green eyes flaring beneath her brunette bangs. The freckles dusting her nose made her appear shockingly young.
But her words were more formidable than any child’s ever could be. “God, Kathleen, you’re just like Dad. I’m eighteen. I’m a woman now, and I can do whatever I want with my life.”
“I am nothing like Dad.” My eyes narrowed to slits at the cutting accusation. “I’m just trying to help you, Bea. Can’t you see that? You have to go to college. You don’t have to rely on a man to escape this house.” I gestured at the peeling walls that had been the borders of our hell for so many years. “If you marry John, he’ll expect you to sleep with him. He’ll be able to control you.”
Her cold laugh was like a slap in the face. “Do you really think I’m a dork like you?” She asked, her voice mocking. “I’m not a virgin, idiot. I’ve already slept with John. I’m going to marry him because I love him, not because I’m fucking him.”
My hands clenched to fists at my sides, my fingernails biting into my palms. “You idiot! You only think you love him because you’ve had sex with him!”
Mustering up my willpower, I reined in my anger. Bea was my little sister. It was my job to take care of her. “Don’t do this, Bea. Let me help you. I can write your college applications. I can-”
“Don’t you dare,”
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