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first room. It was an empty closet with nothing except a single hanger in it. I sighed heavily, then shut the door before moving on. I tried hard to keep my movements quiet, but the closet door squeaked, and I thought Damien would come sprinting up the stairs.
    I took a relaxing breath as I made it to the next door, but it squeaked loudly—I froze. When I didn’t hear Damien coming up the stairs, I slid into the room and turned on the light; I had found a bathroom. I glanced around and noted the necessities were there—toilet paper and towels—but my eyes fell on a brown paper bag. The bag crumpled as my hand wrapped around to pull it out. I cringed at how loud the paper bag was. I quickly dumped out the contents and threw away the bag; I figured the less time I held it the less noise I would make. In my hand, I held a leather-bound book that was smooth to the touch. I felt a smile turning up at the corners of my lips as I opened the book.
    Inside there was a signature on the first page. It was signed by Garrett Thomas and titled The Chronicle of a Survivor . I laughed slightly as the door behind me creaked open.
    “What do you think you are doing?” I heard Damien ask from behind me.
    “Going to the bathroom,” I said, hiding the journal behind my back—slowly placing it up my shirt to hide it from view.
    “Let me see your hands,” he ordered. I showed him my hands, but when he tried to turn me around I had to think of a way to stop him. Without thinking, I stood up on my toes and kissed him lightly on the lips before turning and running away from him like a shy schoolgirl.
    “Right,” Damien said in drawn out disbelief, as I ran back to my room. 
    I knew kissing him was a cheap trick because it would distract him, but I needed to get out with the book. I had a strong feeling that my father had left me everything I needed to survive in this house. I could only hope I would finally listen to his advice so I could find my way back home.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
     
    "So where are the other girls?" I asked Damien when I came out of my room for breakfast a few days later. He had left me alone for a while so that I could adjust, as he put it. I spent all that time reading my father's journal. I was thankful; even though his life was hell in this house, he took detailed notes so he could one day escape.
    "What other girls?" he asked.
    "You said you were a copycat, so there has to be other girls."
    "I'm not an actual copycat. My job is just to make them think that they caught the wrong man. I need to get him out of jail somehow. Either they caught the wrong man, or they need his help to track me down."
    "How does taking me help with that?"
    "If Steve Bennett is in jail, how could he take you? If they couldn’t find him the first time, then they will need help to prevent another mass kidnapping."
    "So you only have to take one person to make the plan work?"
    "Yeah, and why would I want another girl? I wouldn't want you to get jealous of other girls," Damien said with a wink as brought breakfast to me.
    "How can I be jealous if you held us against our will?"
    "It's common knowledge that Steve Bennett made love to his wives."
    "You mean he raped them,” I spat sourly. "Is that a threat Damien?" 
    "I would never threaten you. When we make love you'll want it, too. You'll just have to accept our relationship."
    "There is no relationship."
    "That's not what you were hoping for last night."
    "I'm in a relationship with someone already. You were a one night thing," I said with a smirk, knowing that would irritate him.
    "Must be a very open relationship for you to have sex with me while you were with them,” he stated through gritted teeth.
    "Well, it has to be open. It's illegal for individuals under eighteen to date, remember?"
    "Nice way to avoid saying ‘kids,’ but you’re old enough to date." 
    "But Mark isn't yet," I stated. Damien's face grew tense and irritated. He looked as if he was ready to