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familiar—a man’s voice.
    I opened my eyes slowly, squinting in the bright light, and saw Jason looking at me with concerned eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked gently. “Did he hurt you?”
    I blinked, trying to remember what happened. “I—” I paused and sat up on my hip. “I’m okay,” I mumbled, and then turned away from him.
    “Kyra, what happened?” He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my shoulder. “I’ve been going crazy, worrying about you. I haven’t seen you in two days and have had all sorts of horrifying images as to what they might be doing to you.”
    “Two days?” No wonder I was hungry. “I’ve been knocked out for most of it.”
    “I’m glad they didn’t hurt you.”
    “Yeah,” I said absently. Dark-Eyed Man hadn’t hurt me. I swallowed, thankful the taste of him was gone from my mouth. I looked around. We were in a large bedroom on a king-size bed. A white couch and chair sat along one wall and a dresser along the other wall. Long windows on either side allowed sunlight to brighten the room. The walls and floor were all light-colored wood with a large, white rug on the floor. “Where are we?”
    “On a yacht in the middle of the ocean. Mark brought you in here a while ago. Where were you?”
    I shrugged. “Some little bedroom.” I stood and looked out the windows. The ocean went on and on in either direction with no land in sight. “Who’s Mark?”
    “One of the guys on board. I think he’s the leader. The tall one.”
    Dark-Eyed Man has a name. Mark.
    Jason came to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist again. “He didn’t hurt you?”
    I shrugged.
    “Kyra, did something happen?”
    I looked at my hands and nodded.
    “What did that fucking bastard do to you?”
    Turning, I looked at him, surprised at the anger in his voice. He was normally such a quiet, easygoing guy.
    “Kyra, please tell me.”
    “He… made me give him a blowjob.”
    Jason’s jaw clenched and he let out a low growl. “Are you okay? Did he have sex with you?”
    I shook my head. “He was going to make me do it a second time, but… changed his mind.” And told me I didn’t want to be a virgin when I arrive in… Panama? “We’re going to Panama?” I asked.
    “That’s what I was told.” Jason hugged me to him. “I’m so sorry, Kyra. I begged them to let you go when we stopped in Acapulco, that you hadn’t seen anything, but…” He shook his head. “I’m so sorry.”
    “Why? What do they want with me? What do they want with you ?”
    “Apparently, Mark’s boss wants me for a new project he’s been given.”
    The door opened and I looked up to see Mark standing in the doorway with an amused expression.
    Jason growled and lunged toward him, taking a swing at his face. He made contact and Mark grabbed him, pinning him up against the wall. “That was a stupid thing to do, Jason,” Mark said between clenched teeth. “I didn’t fuck her, although I should have.”
    “What the hell does that mean?” Jason asked, his voice muffled from the side of his face being pressed into the wall.
    “It means I usually sample the new girls before I take ‘em to my boss. I didn’t when I found out she hadn’t been with a man before.” He twisted Jason’s arm, causing him to yelp. “If you’re stupid enough to try something like this again, I’ll fucking rape her in front of you.” Mark released Jason and took a step back.
    I backed away to the dresser and clung to the edge, staring at the men. Jason glared at Mark and Mark studied him for a moment and then turned to me.
    “There’s a bathroom behind you, Kyra. A pretty nice once, as a matter of fact.” He motioned around the room. “This is my boss’s stateroom.” He nodded to the dresser. “There are clothes in there for you. When you’re cleaned up, you two can come out and have dinner.” He pressed his lips together and backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Jason looked worried as he