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connection between them? Big Ben and
Aleisha, they must be in this together.
    It's no wonder the doctor is so taken with you.
Aleisha said that he's gone quite mad when he heard that you've been kidnapped .
    My eyes fly open. Aleisha and Big Ben are holding me
hostage and demanding that Julian pay a ransom to free me. How much
are they demanding from him?
    And that woman, Aleisha, there is more to her than meets
the eye. I'd had my doubts about her, yet...
    Why did I not listen to my own instincts? Why didn't I
trust Julian? Why didn't I trust myself?
    I knock my head against the wall, trying to quieten the
scolding voice in my head. I take a shaky breath, forcing myself to
breathe in the rancid smell of his sweat and semen and my own vomit.
    As I close my eyes to shut out my surroundings, I
whisper his name. Julian. Julian, Julian, Julian. I will do
anything to see him again. Anything, I repeat, steeling my resolve
and staunching my revulsion.
    He'll do anything to get you back safe and sound.
He will meet all our demands, cut off an arm and a leg too if we
asked.
    My eyes blaze with tears as I stare hard at the door.
I've run from Julian's house straight into hell, and it seems that I
have dragged Julian down with me. I curl up as tightly as I can, as
if that would afford me some protection, and finally allow myself to
cry. Letting out great wrenching heaving sobs, I cry noisily,
messily, unabashedly until there are no more tears.
    I cry until there is nothing left in me. With no more
confused, conflicted feelings left to cloud my mind, my thoughts take
on a starker, clearer, colder direction. My survival is the only
thing that matters right now.
    Empty and exhausted, I let the darkness claim me.
Sleeping a fitful, horrible sleep.
    But even the darkness is short lived.

Chapter Five

    The pain and pressure on my chest increases and I am
jolted out of my nightmare—into my waking reality, which is
even worse than my nightmare. Big Ben is smirking down at me, his
boot grinding down on my chest. “Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead,”
he says in a singsong voice. “Feeding time.”
    I struggle up as he shoves a plate of stale bread at me.
“Eat.” He flicks out a knife and cuts the ropes around
my wrists and ankles. I stretch out my arms and legs with relief.
For an instant, I contemplate making a run for it, but the knife is
too near. Gingerly, I pick up a piece of bread and raise it to my
mouth. The bread is hard and thinly buttered but I am too hungry. I
break off chunks of the bread and shove it in my mouth, trying to
swallow quickly. As I cough and choke, Big Ben rolls a bottle of
water towards me. I unscrew the cap and drink greedily.
    He stares down my body as I eat. His eyes linger at my
chest, and he licks his lips.
    I force myself to take a deep breath and keep eating.
His erection is bulging grotesquely against his dirty, black jeans.
From our last encounter, I I know that my fear is a turn on for him.
The more frightened I am, the more fun he has. I can't succumb to
him. I won't.
    “ Where is Aleisha?” I ask, hoping to steer
his mind in a different direction and get some information out of
him.
    He frowns. “She's working.”
    “ Working? She...she should rest. You know she's
pregnant right?” I say, trying to sound nonchalant as I gulp
down the water.
    Big Ben snorts loudly. “Pregnant? Yeah, right.
That must be a freaking miracle. She had her tubes tied years ago.”
    A hacking cough ensues as I spew the water from my
mouth.
    “ Yeah, she's good right? I told her she should be
an actress,” he sneers.
    “ She just wanted to...to get some money from
Julian,” I say slowly.
    “ Yeah. That guy's loaded. In his online ad, he
stated his full name and occupation, and even gave his address. Such
a sweet, trusting guy. She checked him out and saw his place, and
smelt all that money on him. So of course when he offered her that
contract to test that kinky toy of his, she jumped at the chance.
She told me