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informed her that she was a
slave instantly struck her. His face was chiseled and his jaw line was
sprinkled with the shadow of a beard. He was dressed well, much like a
businessman, but more casual as he lacked a tie and the top buttons of his
shirt had been casually left undone. His clothes screamed wealth; he was not
the image that typically came to mind when she imagined what a kidnapper might
look like. It was his eyes, however, that struck her to her core. Even as he
maintained a matter of fact, almost pragmatic, composure, his eyes told her a
different story altogether. When she first gazed into those dark blue eyes, she
noticed flecks of green that added life and vitality to his stare. Within the
depth of his gaze a far more sinister side was revealed of him, a side that
remained hidden, waiting for the chance to strike. Even as she trembled, frozen
in place by his gaze, she was captivated by his beauty.
    “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!”
    She jumped at the booming salutation and was instantly
dragged from her thoughts by the shouts and bellows resonating throughout the
room. Laughter erupted, followed by crude comments and jabs at the man who’d
entered. From what Maddy could hear, the man who’d
entered was not happy to be there as he was teased for not donning a smile. Her
heart skipped and the violent shaking of her body returned. Her breathing quickly
became labored and the thick air in the box was making her lightheaded. If he’d
arrived, that meant she would soon be unwrapped and she wasn’t particularly interested to know what would happen to her next.
    “Aaron. I’m so glad you could join your own party.” A man’s
voice rose over the others.
    Aaron?
    “Smile, son. Everybody is gathered to celebrate your life … the
least you could do is look like you enjoy being here.” A veiled threat was evident in the man’s words. The room grew
eerily quiet; so quiet, that Maddy swore others would
hear the pounding of her heart.
    “I apologize father, but I had business to attend to.” Audible
contempt rolled off those words. The man’s voice was so familiar; she couldn’t
place where she’d heard it, but she was sure she recognized the voice. Even
though her mind couldn’t place the sound, her body froze to hear it. Instinct
was more aware than intellect in that moment.
    “Of course, Aaron. I understand you are a busy man, so let’s
get right to it. I have a very special gift for your twenty-fifth birthday. I
thought long and hard trying to decide the perfect gift for a man turning a
quarter of a century old, and I believe I’ve found exactly what you wanted.”
    Her body clenched to a point of pain. Her breaths coming out
in short pants as it felt like her heart would tear through the walls of her
chest. A soft whimper escaped her, so overtaken by fear that she was losing
control. Panic set in. This was the moment she would finally face the man to
whom she now belonged . She would
never be used to those words; slave,
master, belong ; she was now property and nothing more.
    The room grew quiet and Maddy could hear slow, steady footsteps approaching her. Curling herself tighter, she
was desperate to hide from what she knew was to come. Two quick taps sounded
against the walls of the box.
    “Let me guess, father, you bought me a pony.” The voice was
a deep baritone, the tone mocking and resentful.
    That voice … so
familiar …
    She could hear the soft swish of material, just as the box
was jarred sideways and the walls began to fall. When the perspiration of her
skin met with the chilled air of the room, she shivered from the sudden change
in temperature, not daring to uncurl herself from the tight position she held.
    “What is this ?! ” Cold anger
saturated those words; spoken softly, they were made even more terrifying.
    Fingers entwined themselves in the back of her hair just
before her head was pulled upwards, pain splitting along her scalp from the
forceful hold. An intake of breath, fingers