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going to cut off our hands?” Meghan asked quietly as she crossed her arms and pressed her hands into her armpits.
    “I don’t know what this fucker’s gonna do. But that’s what they always do. They cut of your manos and pull your teeth so you can’t be identified. They always do that creepy shit,” Elena’s voice rose as she spoke.
    “I think I am the last one,” Meghan paused and looked around the room.
    “The last girl he was going to get,” Meghan whispered toward the three women.
    “Why? Why you say that?” Elena asked as she scooted across the bench.
    “He said tomorrow it will all start to make sense. Maybe he’s bringing more people tomorrow, I don’t know. I took it as tomorrow he was going to start something with us,” Meghan said as she tried to recall exactly what Ryan had said.
    “Did he tell you his name?” Shellie asked as she stood from the bench.
    “Yes, Ryan Capshaw,” Meghan admitted.
    She said the name again - silently in her head. She liked the way it rolled off of her tongue when she said it out loud. Thinking of his hand on her neck, and how she felt when he whispered in her ear, she began to become uncomfortable with her feelings. Something about Ryan intrigued her. Truthfully, everything about Ryan intrigued her.
    She guessed his age at late twenties, yet he drove a one hundred thousand dollar BMW sedan. He dressed well, and wore a Patek Philippe watch. Her father a jeweler, Meghan grew up with an understanding and a fondness for fine things, jewelry being no exception. She expected the watch Ryan wore was $20,000 or more. She silently wondered what would cause a man of his stature and wealth to do such a thing to four women.
    “He told us all the same shit, Shellie. Fucking stop with the stupid fucking questions,” Elena said toward Shellie.
    “Did he let each of you ask a question?” Meghan asked openly to the room.
    “Fuck yes he did,” Elena stated.
    “Well?” Meghan asked.
    “I asked if he was going to kill me,” Shellie said as she sat back on the bench.
    “His answer?” Meghan paused, filled with wonder on what Shellie’s response would be.
    For some reason, Meghan felt as if she could trust Ryan. The feeling of trust troubled her, as she believed that naturally she shouldn’t trust him. As Meghan recalled his eyes, his tone of voice, and his appearance, Shellie spoke.
    “He said, that’s my intent, yes ,” Shellie looked down at the floor after she spoke.
    “Why me ? That’s what I asked him,” Dana blurted.
    Meghan turned to face Dana.
    “He said, you’re a piece of the puzzle ,” Dana continued.
    Meghan thought of the question she had asked Ryan. If he was honest, it may come in useful at a later date. She hoped that it would come to that, and not the ending that all of the other women assumed to be imminent. Ryan was certainly making the rules. She began to wonder when he may touch her again, and when he did, what the circumstances would be surrounding the encounter. Her pleasure in Ryan’s presence began to make her feel guilty.
    “Fucking puto . I asked him when he was going to let me go. Dick head said, I have no intention of releasing you ,” Elena growled as she moved to lie on the bench across from where Meghan stood.
    Shellie began pacing the room. As she walked, she stared at the floor. Without looking up, she spoke.
    “What did you ask?” Shellie asked as she stared at her feet.
    “I asked how many more people were here,” Meghan lied.
    “What the fuck?” Elena barked as she sat up partially on the bench, “Why that ?”
    “I have no idea, it just came out. How long has each of you been here?” Meghan asked.
    “Two weeks, I think. I lost track. Maybe fifteen or sixteen days,” Shellie responded, still pacing back and forth across the room.
    “Eight days,” Dana responded as she raised her hand.
    “I was first. I don’t know how long I been here. Maybe three weeks - long enough that I know I am sick of it. I am ready to