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my
shirt. With one yank he tore my shirt from my body.
    I begged Logan
in my mind. Begged and screamed to let me go, but I never emitted a
sound. I took several deep breaths, knowing to fight would only
prolong whatever he was going to do to me.
    His hands
undid my jeans, and he dragged them off as well; then my panties
followed. I hung naked, quivering, and blinded. The degradation was
so powerful that I wanted to curl up in a tomb and die.
    He cupped my
chin. It was soft and kind as if he was trying to give me some kind
of reassurance. “It’s in you. I saw the strength,” Logan whispered.
He ran his finger down my cheek then across my lips. “You need to
be the lion here, Eme.”
    I choked back
the sob in my throat at the sound of his voice, the one I had known
and loved. The coldness had dissipated, and my mind was screaming
for him.
    I heard the
door creak open. “He is ready for you.”
    Logan’s hand
stiffened on me. “No screaming.”
    I jumped at
the tone of his cold voice.
    He let me go,
and I heard him stride across the room then abruptly turn and come
back again. “Follow the rules. If you don’t ... you will be lost to
this world, and I can’t stop it.”
    Maybe I want
to be lost.
    Yes. No. God,
I just wanted to go back. My mind was so screwed up that I couldn’t
think straight. I was clinging to a man that no longer existed ...
No, that was wrong. The man I knew had been a lie.
    His breath
drifted across my face, and then his hand was in my hair, pulling
my head back. “Emily,” he breathed, saying my name like it meant
something to him. “Don’t fail me.” His words were barely a whisper.
If I could have seen him I’d have imagined those eyes, the ones
that pulled me in day after day as he taught me how to fight, when
he sang to me in the horse field, when he wiped ice cream off my
chin. His sweet whispered words were in the voice I grew to love,
the one that promised to protect me no matter what.
    He promised
never to hurt me. He promised.
    “When I come
back ... remember the rules.”
    I heard his
steps fade away, then the door closed, and the lock turned.
    Oh God, help
me. Don’t leave me like this. Come back.
     

     
    Three hours
later
     
    The blindfold
was wet from my silent tears. I lost all the feeling in my hands
from the ropes tied tight around my wrists. I prayed. For
salvation. For death. For Logan to come back. I had nothing left
inside. Nothing. The emptiness was like a vacant shell, hollow,
alone without a single thought except the instinct to survive.
    My lips were
so dry now that they’d split open in several places like tiny paper
cuts. I was cold despite the warmth in the room as I stood naked
for hours. I listened for doors opening and footsteps constantly.
It became so surreal that every few seconds, I swore I heard
footsteps, yet it was nothing.
    My imagination
ran away with me, and I couldn’t get it back under control. Images
of being left here for days on end. Starving and alone. I never
thought being alone would be so hard to endure, but the silence was
like a knife being dragged across my skin. The fear of not knowing.
The waiting. Unsure for how long I’d be left here.
    I stood
hanging by my arms, my tiptoes barely holding me up. Agony ate its
way through my muscles as I shook uncontrollably.
    Then, finally
... footsteps.
    Voices.
    The door
opened, and I gasped, choking back the sobs. My chest heaved with
relief and yet ... uncertainty. I knew I wasn’t supposed to cry,
and if I did he may leave me here longer.
    Voices closed
in on me.
    Logan’s and
someone else’s. The footsteps drew closer, and I tensed, waiting
for the pain or a caress. I didn’t know which. I couldn’t. My body
was so distressed with the frantic worry that I was sweating. I
took deep breaths like Logan had taught me in self-defence to
control my fear.
    But that was
what he wanted—fear. Well, he had it. I was living in an ocean of
it.
    The familiar
scent of Raul drifted into me, and my