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follow him. I half ran, behind him. It was either that or he was going to drag me along the stone steps behind him.
    The doors opened, swinging inwards to reveal a huge entrance way. Part of me wondered if this wasn’t a mansion but some sort of hotel. It was certainly big enough to be a hotel and the men and women milling around in the foyer helped cement my assumption.
    Christopher never broke his stride as he dragged me through the main doors and into the foyer. The conversations in the room died instantly as the gathered couples turned to watch what was happening.
    “Please…”
    The word left my lips before I had a chance to stop it. I didn’t want Christopher to hear me making any sort of pleas but there was so many people around surely one of them had to help me.
    Christopher swung me forward, propelling my body forwards onto the marble floor. I slid to my knees and skidded to a halt. A small cry of pain escaping me as the jolt of hitting the floor raced up through me.
    My hair covered my face, obscuring my view as I sat on the floor. But no one moved to help me. The room was quiet, only the sounds of whispering could be heard among the other guests. I pushed my hands back through my hair and sat up. My eyes wide and frightened as I took in the view in front of me.
    Most of the women in the room wore very little, lingerie and skin tight latex outfits seemed to be the order of the day. The men wore business suits, jeans and shirts. But that wasn’t what shocked me. All of the women in the room wore collars. Each and every one of the was wearing some sort of collar around their necks, all different sorts of collars. Some of the girls wore the same types of collars, plain black leather. Did they all belong to the same person? It was the only thing that seemed to make sense.
    But how was any of this possible? How could any of these women have allowed themselves to get caught up in a situation like this? Or were many of them here through the same situation as me? Had they been kidnapped? Taken against their will and held hostage by a crazed lunatic?
    “You wanted help, Bella? Plenty of people here, do you think any of them will help you?”
    I stared up at Christopher. He stood over me, full of arrogance and self-assurance. I would have done anything in that moment to wipe the look of his face. I wanted to see him reduced to a quivering mess. I wanted him to suffer in the same way that he was making me suffer… That way he had made Tanya suffer and countless other women.
    He smiled at me, a cruel twist of his lips as he walked towards me.
    “Do you think anyone here will come to your aid?”
    I glanced around the room. Some of the women watched me with pity in their eyes. Most of them couldn’t even look at me. They wouldn’t help me, of that I was certain. All of the men leered at me, their yes raking over my body and face, almost as though they could see my body beneath my shredded clothes. There was no help coming from them either. I was alone, utterly and completely alone. No one would help me, I could only help myself.
    “Well do you?” He crouched down next to me, his hand stroking down over the side of my face to my neck.
    “No.”
    The word came out as more of a breath than a real word. He leaned down a little closer to me and wrapped his hand tighter around my throat.
    “What?”
    “No.”
    “I want to hear you say it, Bella.”
    “No one will help me.”
    He smiled again and dragged me up from the floor. I went with him, my body limp in his grip. I had to survive, that was what mattered now. Aidan would come for me and I needed to be here for him when he arrived. He wouldn’t let me down of that I was certain. He loved me and I loved him. He would come for me.
    Christopher moved in front of me, his hand wrapping around mine as he began to walk through the room. For a brief moment I thought about resisting, my feet planted firmly to the floor. But Christopher looked back at me, one look from his