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She begged. "Let me talk to her. I'll tell her I found someone and decided to go away with him… please…"
    "No." he resumed his way to her cell, dragging her behind him.
    "Please…" she tried once more.
    "No. It's better this way. You won't go back." The certainty in his voice, made her feel a heavy stone crashing against her chest, tearing her heart apart.
    They reached her cell, and he pushed her in, locking the door behind him, leaving her alone, in the cold cell.
    Jordan locked the door and leaned against it for a few moments. She turned out to be quite a surprise. He hadn’t expected to feel this aroused by her. Even though he had come hard in her, he already needed her again. He wanted to open that door and take her again and again… Only his discipline, and his self-control made him walk away from there, and give himself some time.
    He went to his office and stared out of the window for a while. Then it hit him he had missed lunch, and so had she. He grabbed the phone and called the kitchen. “Norma, I’m hungry.” He told his housekeeper. “What can you fix me and my guest to eat? Something fast?”
    “Good afternoon, Señor Jordan. I had prepared lasagna for lunch. So I can get you that in just ten minutes.” The woman informed, on the other side of the line.
    “Yes, that will do. Serve it on the terrace, for two. Let me know when you’re done.”
    “Yes, Sir, of course.”
    He stood there trying to think what he was going to do with Ashley. Right now, he felt he had to keep her with him for a while. He just had to figure out a way.
    The phone rang. The food was ready.
    He went back to her cell to pick her up. When he opened the door, she was sitting on the bunker bed, her knees up, her arms around them, her forehead leaning on her knees, and her face hidden. Something stirred inside him, but he quickly disregarded all of it. "Come, you need to eat something."
    She didn’t move. She completely ignored his presence. He closed the distance between them, and grabbed her by the arm. "Come."
    "Leave me alone." She shouted, struggling to free her arm from his grip.
    "Don’t push your luck." He threatened her.
    "Or what? You'll kill me? You'll do it anyway." She spurted, furious and desperate.
    He pulled her out of bed and smashed her against the wall, his hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing just enough to make his point. "What you seem to forget, my dear, is there are many ways to kill… some quick and painless, others excruciatingly long and insanely painful. So, don’t push me." With one last hard squeeze, he let go of her neck, and grabbing her by her arm, he dragged her out of the cell, upstairs to the terrace where he had ordered the late lunch to be served. "Sit down."
    Sulky, she sat down, looking around, trying to find a possible escape route. "Before you try anything stupid," he started saying as he sat in front of her, "let me tell you a few things: this place is surrounded by ten feet tall walls, every single door has at least two guards, and I have cameras and alarms installed all over the place. Nothing happens here without my knowledge."
    She snorted, crossing her arms over her chest.
    "My staff is loyal to me, and just to me, so don’t even try to ask for their help." He continued, with a dry smile.
    In that moment, a young woman, probably in her early twenties, with black hair and tanned skin, wearing a maid's uniform, approached them carrying a tray. She set two dishes of lasagna on the table. 
    "Thank you, Joanne." He said, politely.
    "You're welcome, señor. Bon appétit." The girl answered and without even expressing a hint of surprise for Ashley's presence there, she went back to wherever she had come from.
    He started eating, but she had decided to ignore the food. She wanted nothing from him.
    "If you don’t start eating immediately, I'll tie you to that chair, and shove the food down your throat." He said, in an emotionless tone, not even looking at her, concentrating on