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hand and put his other arm around me, squeezing my shoulder slightly a s he led me down the hallway.
    “You know, if you let me go right now, I’ll never tell.”
    “Now you and I both know that’s not true, Nicole. That’s the first thing you would do.”
    We kept walking down the hallway, past the basement door, past the bathroom door. At the end of the hall was a door on each side. We stopped and stood while he thought aloud again.
    “Let’s see. Would you like to sleep with me, or alone?”
    “Alone,” I said quickly. The thought of sleeping with him sent a chill down my spine and a ripple through my stomach.
    “Yes, I suppose for now you may sleep alone. But it won’t always be that way,” he said and kissed the top of my head. If I threw up now, my heart would surely come up with the sandwich and the vodka because it had beaten its way right out of its place in my chest. It felt like it was flapping around in circles. I did my best to show no fear.
    “Come on then,” he said and led me through the door on the left. This left me assuming that the door on the right was the door to his bedroom. I fought to keep away the images of what his room must be like.
    He turned on the light and I looked around the room. There were two windows, one on the end wall and the other on the back wall. Both had blinds and heavy drapes so I couldn’t see out, and so no one could see in.
    The walls were beige, the ceiling was white, and the trim around the windows, doors, floor and ceiling was white. On the floor was a cream-colored carpet.
    The bed looked to be a queen size with a metal headboard and footboard that resembled a wrought iron fence. On the bed was a burgundy comforter with matching pillow shams and a lot of pillows. On each side of the bed was a nightstand. On each nightstand was a black lamp with a beige shade.
    Across the room was a large armoire. On the wall opposite the bed was a dresser, over which hung a large mirror. Other than a few paintings hanging on the walls, that was it. It was a simple, beautiful room. The man was a sadistic psycho, but he was a hell of a decorator and housekeeper. As was the case in all the other rooms, there wasn’t a speck of dust or dirt to be seen. That made the woman in the basement an even bigger mystery. She’d been filthy, so unlike everything else I’d seen so far.
    Ron led me into the room and over to the bed. He turned me to face him. With the bed touching the back of my legs and him standing only inches in front of me, I wanted to panic. I needed to panic. I felt it rising up in me. No good could come of this.
    Still holding my shackled wrist in his hand, he said, “You’re not going to like this, I’m sure. But it has to be done. Take off your shoes,” he ordered.
    Without breaking eye contact, I put the toes of one foot on the heel of the other and pushed my shoe off my foot. I repeated the process for the other shoe while he watched.
    “Now would you like to unfasten your jeans or would you like me to?”
    “Why do they need to be unfastened at all?”
    “You can’t sleep in your clothes.” He smiled.
    “Yeah, I can. Let’s do that.”
    “No, let’s not. Take them off. It’s not becoming for a woman to sleep in her clothes. Besides, wouldn’t you be more comfortable without the restrictions of your clothes? Without the tight fabric stretched taut across your delicate skin?” He ran his fingers down my side as he spoke, and I don’t think I just imagined the lusty tone in his voice.
    “No, I think I’m good with leaving them on.”
    “Take them off or I will take them off,” he barked.
    It scared me, so against all my judgment, I unbuttoned my jeans. Not wanting to see the angry side of him, I unzipped them and pushed them down. Still holding my wrist, he bent over with me as I pulled the jeans off my feet. When I stood, I still had hopes that he wouldn’t order me to take off anything else. I was wrong, and not for the first time that