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twenty-four hours and she would soon be faint from hunger.
    But the sound of the madness triggered by the arrival of food—like wild cats fighting over a carcass—kept her from complaining about his plan. “Can…can you lock me in?”
    “Of course. What else?”
    She flushed at his impatient response and said no more as he picked up a large bowl, a bottle and a spoon from the table, unlocked the barred door, stepped out and locked it again behind him. There must be only one key, which he kept on him at all times.
    She used the bathroom while he was gone and was relieved that there were no lurkers slinking outside the bars to ogle or intimidate her. Mealtime must take everyone’s attention.
    Cain returned in less than ten minutes. He had the large bowl filled with something that smelled like stew, a hunk of bread and two bottles. He must have found another one.
    He tossed her one of the bottles, which she accepted appreciatively, gulping down the water inside.
    But it would have been nice if he’d brought her some food too.
    She wouldn’t dream of complaining for fear of annoying him even more, but he was going to have to feed her eventually if he wanted to keep her alive to fuck her.
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    He put down the bowl and the bread on the table and then set down something he’d had tucked under his arm.
    It was another bowl. A smaller one and empty.
    Riana just stared as he spooned some of the stew from the large one into the empty one.
    “How much do you want?”
    Almost speechless with surprise and relief, Riana choked, “That’s enough. Thanks.”
    He handed her the stew and broke off half the bread for her. He also had an extra spoon. She assumed he must have claimed them from one of the other prisoners.
    She ate ravenously. It wasn’t very good—the stew was thick and bland and the bread was dry—but she was too hungry to care.
    When she’d scraped the bottom of the bowl, Cain had already finished. He raised one eyebrow at her quizzically. “You want more?”
    The riotous sounds from outside were subsiding. “It sounds like the food is gone.”
    “I can get more.”
    There was something dangerous, almost predatory about the way he said the words. Riana gulped. “I’m good. Thanks.”
    Not wanting to be useless, she got up from the bed and went to wash out the bowls and spoons.
    Cain didn’t say anything else. Instead, he did a few stretches and then started doing chin-ups on one of the horizontal bars of the cell.
    She watched as he did a lengthy exercise routine, chin-ups, sit-ups, push-ups and several other strengthening routines.
    His body was gorgeous. Honed tight and powerful like a racehorse but still graceful—without the unattractively overdeveloped muscles she’d seen on several men in the prison.
    He was sleek and efficient. And more dangerous because of it.
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    She pulled on her shirt over her camisole and straightened the bed. But then shewas at a loss for what to do.
    Cain wasn’t any help in that department. When he’d finished his workout, he unlocked the door. “I’ll be back.”
    Then he locked the door behind her.
    She saw him take off at a run and figured maybe he ran around the Hold every morning for exercise.
    And for something to do.
    That was nice for him. To be able to do something.
    She couldn’t do anything.
    Finally, she moved to the far corner of the cell and ran in place for a while. Then she did some jumping jacks. And then some yoga stretches.
    As she was leaning over, stretching down with her hands on the floor, she became conscious of voices behind her.
    She’d started to block out the constant sound of the Hold, having it blur into a vague mumble. But these voices were close.
    And she could hear the words.
    “Look at that ass. Makes me want to ram my dick into it until she screams.”
    “I’d make her scream all right.”
    Riana jerked up and whirled around. Saw Asp standing with another prisoner.
    They were right at the bars, leering in at