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seriously piss her off.
    Her mood actually lightened once and caused her to chuckle after the last episode when the young nurse basically told her to stop asking questions. Chayle's natural curiosity and sense of humor were finally resurfacing, which meant she was healing faster than they expected. Those bastards couldn't keep her down no matter the circumstances. However, if she didn't get some answers soon someone was going to have some serious trouble once she was able to get out of this room.
    The smaller of the two men said his name was David or Davey, she wasn't sure which, because he mumbled every time he came into the room with anyone other than a nurse. She could tell he was shy but he wouldn't meet her eyes, wouldn't even look directly at her when she tried to thank him for being on duty. He was cute in a silent, cuddly way but there was a sadness about him that made Chayle want to hug him for some reason, which really was out of the norm for her. She sensed something was off just a bit with him but after a little while just chalked it up to her weird senses fluttering around.
    In the past Chayle had found her unique sense of self-preservation served her well and in at least one case kept her out of harm’s way. Now, her sense of self had been severely tested and she wondered if she would ever feel safe again.
    When the second giant appeared the afternoon of the second week Chayle was shocked at not only his size but his eyes. They were the strangest green she had ever seen, dark depths that spoke of pain and an inner strength of steel. Davey had said the other man's name was Mercury, but other than those few comments she knew nothing of her guards. Suddenly memories came flooding back at the thought of how easily she had been taken and why the men were even necessary, and Chayle cringed. No one was truly safe anymore.
    Wasn't that what her father always told her before he was killed? She missed him now, missed his strength and stubbornness even if he had tried to protect her too often in his own way. What else could be expected from a Sergeant Major in the Marines? God, if he were alive now what would he do in this situation? Even with two years of intensive self-defensive courses and working out three days a week she couldn't have taken any of the men who kidnapped her. Her father had been right, it was impossible to know who she could trust anymore.
    She still couldn't fathom why she was taken in the first place since at twenty-eight years old Chayle knew she didn't fit the profile for human trafficking. She was a military analyst for a defense contractor with nothing important to offer a group like this. Those who were usually targets were younger, beautiful, usually blonde or close to it, with blue or green eyes which were highly marketable for trafficking. Chayle's chocolate and gold eyes were nothing special and her chestnut curls were long and unruly most of the time but nothing to draw anyone's attention. Looking down at her bruised and battered body, she decided now was not the time to try to figure out the method to their madness. She desperately wanted and needed a shower.
    It took more of her strength than she had bargained for to get into the shower without calling a nurse for help, but as the hot spray beat over her skin, Chayle sighed. She ignored the bruises showing along her ribs and thighs and just let the hot water soak into her bones, relaxing muscles and slowly allowing aches to ease. It had two weeks and they were now darker, angrier than they looked originally. She forced herself to move and draw deeper breaths into sore lungs and make those muscles work again. The doctors had said she was just as bruised internally but no permanent damage that they could find, and once she was feeling up to it she could start building her strength back up to what it was before the incident.
    The incident… like it was some kind of accident, or occurrence. Anger rose deep from her chest and before she could