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fear.  She was a warrior , and she would not be cowed by him.  “Damien was supposed to have killed you.”
    He sneered at her.  “Damien is it?  Did you think that man would be able to destroy me?”  He shoved her away, wrenching her neck and jaw.
    She staggered, straightening to glare at him.  It was then she saw it in his eyes.  He did not know what to do with her.  He expected her to return unblemished, and be that frightened little girl he stole so long ago.  She raised her head a notch, confident now he would kill her, and not keep her prisoner.  She was okay with that.  So many times she was ready for death, to take her away from her suffering.  She wasn’t going to be frightened of it now.
    Quick strides carried him to her , and his fist slammed into the side of her head.  She staggered, then tripping over her own feet, fell to the floor.  He moved to stand over her and before she could move, the heel of his foot pressed down on her neck.  Instinctively her hands came up to try to push him off, but his weight was too much.  She gasped, but nothing would get passed the pressure that kept her from inhaling or exhaling.  Panic so powerful ran through her she knew she was fooling herself.  She did not welcome death.  She had a taste of freedom, and she would have it again.  Some way.
     
    Alena awoke to the sound of chaos.  She lay in a bed, but it was not her bed, the smells were different, the bed was different, her body felt different.  Her eyes snapped open and she immediately saw Ghalib, in his last preparations of getting dressed.  She denied the fear of her own death, but now a deeper more raw fear took root.  He took her again, while she lay unconscious.  She did a quick assessment, and though she felt violated, she could not tell how many injuries she might have received, after her body already ached from the weeks of travel and bondage.  Things weren’t different.  Despite her scars, he was still going to do what he did before, and she felt her soul shrivel.
    Ghalib turned quickly and fled the room.  That’s when the sounds came back to her, the noise of attack.  She rose, her body screaming at her.  She took one look down at her nakedness and fled the bed quickly , to the potted plant next to the window, and emptied her stomach onto the soil.  The sound of the door slamming open, banging against the wall, brought her head up out of the foliage, and that was how Ghalib found her.  But he didn’t look at her, he tried to push the door closed, but it exploded inward, knocking him off his feet.  She watched the man fly backward, and land with a grunt several paces inside the room. 
    Alena jumped to her feet , unsure what peril she faced, as she turned to the door.  Marcus! 
     
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    Alena!  Dear God I found her .  Relief flooded him so quickly he felt his knees grow weak with it.  She was the most beautiful sight he ever saw, the glow of the sun coming through the window lit her hair, illuminating all its black richness.  Her face held bruises, as well as her neck, and as he realized she stood naked, his fear seized the heart within his breast, before the anger swept in and took all reasoning from his mind.  His eyes left hers and landed on the man struggling to get up from the floor.  He touched her again, forced her to his will, and hurt her.
    In two strides he was upon the man, seized him by his lapel , and slammed a hard fist into his face with as much force as his arm had in it.  Again and again Marcus landed blow after blow, but none of them relieved his mind.  None of them took away the image of Alena standing in the room, frightened and hurt.  None of them made his journey faster, so he got to her before the Emir. 
    His knuckles were on fire , but still he slammed it down on the man as his other hand held him close, so there was no give to the punches.  He wanted to take it back.  To stop him, and save her.  He wanted to go all the way