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the touch but she squeezed his hand twice.
    At the communication success, Solomon thought about what he needed most to ask. “Do you know your name?”
    She didn’t squeeze right away then finally gave one squeeze.
    “Okay,” Solomon nearly cooed to her. “That’s a good thing.”
    “Do you remember what happened tonight?”
    This time she hesitated even longer before giving a no. So she knew her name but couldn’t remember what happened. Or she wasn’t telling.
    “Okay, that’s okay.” Solomon got closer to the bed so he didn’t have to reach so far. He needed to ask questions about injuries but for some reason details about the monster seemed eminent to their safety in that second. “Are you scared of the person who did this to you?”
    He got an immediate hand squeeze with that one, making Solomon’s gut clench.
    “Has he hurt you before?”
    Another immediate hand squeeze.
    “Is he… your husband?”
    A slight pause then two hand squeezes.
    “A boyfriend?”
    Another two hand squeezes.
    “Your father?”
    Again two hand squeezes.
    “A friend?”
    Two hand squeezes.
    Solomon sat there, trying to think. “A relative?”
    One hand squeeze.
    A relative. Then they likely lived near. “Was it a brother?”
    A slight pause then another yes. But why the pause?
    “A stepbrother?”
    Two hand squeezes had Solomon officially stumped.
    Did he really need to know if she’d been raped? Surely she had and what good would it do him to know in that second? Nothing he could think of. “I’m going to try and figure out where you’re most injured. I’ll name a body part and then I’m going to start from ten and work my way down to zero. You’ll tell me how much pain you have in each thing I call out. Okay?”
    Single hand squeeze.
    Solomon started with her feet and worked his way up her body, bypassing the private parts as he went. By the time he’d covered every body part his knowledge as a masseur offered him, he discerned she was in agony in all her body. It had Solomon trembling and sick to his stomach. “I’m going to let go of your hand and find you something for pain.”
    She squeezed his hand tighter. Solomon looked at her fingers now gripping his. “Okay, you don’t want me to get your medicine?”
    “Don’t… leave me,” she barely croaked.
    “I’m just going to look in the house for it, I’m not leaving.” Her grip very slowly lessened. “Okay,” he whispered, untangling his fingers from hers. “You’re okay with that?”
    She nodded barely and he laid her hand on the bed, stroking it a few times when it seemed she was suddenly lost without his touch. “I’m here. I’m not leaving. I’ll talk to you while I look.” Solomon did what he told himself not to—stared at the horror of her face. The years Solomon had spent wondering what had happened to his fiancée, imagining her lying in a ditch somewhere in this very condition, sent fury and pain burning in his gut. Whoever did this was worse than a fucking animal. They were insane and in need of putting down. And Solomon was suddenly ready to up his trapping game and see to it personally.

Chapter Four
     
    Chaos went to that quiet grave inside and waited for him to return. In all the six years she’d silently contemplated this day, not one of them had ever been this. The physical pain was a welcomed distraction to the pain in her soul. So many whys, whats, whens, whos. Why had Master hurt her so badly? What did it mean? When was this phase over? Who would tell her what to do next?
    She had been told nothing. What if she did the wrong thing?
    Bring back our sacrifice.
    That was the only directive. No other details. She couldn’t let him call the authorities either. No one was to know.  No one was to know what was coming, no one was to stop it, it was too important. For the entire town and its vicinity.
    Chaos braced when Solomon drew close again. Why hadn’t she been prepared for this part? His touch. In her pitiful state, her