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you? Who do you think you are?”
    “You are not a prisoner,” he stated, voice calm, eyes icy.
    “If I’m no prisoner, then why did you lock me in this room?”
    He crossed thick arms over his chest. “Because I paid for the right to lock you in any room I please.”
    “No, you did not.”
    “I most certainly did.”
    “You paid for a date. This is…” I spun around, motioning at the room and seeing it for the first time.
    A large wooden table in the center.
    A big x-shaped wood structure bolted to a wall.
    A huge steel cage.
    Oh, fuck.
    I had never been in a place like this. But I had read a book or two about D/s--research, for my books. I knew what kind of room this was. I also knew what kind of things happened in rooms like this in my stories...and in real life. “…ohmygod.”
    My head spun.
    My knees softened.
    My heart stopped for one split second as realization struck me like a fist in the gut.
    “I am Kace Ramos. Your master. I own you.” The dark gleam of evil sparking in his eyes made him look even bigger and more threatening than ever. “For the next five days you will do as I say. When I say. How I say. You are mine. Mi esclavo .”
    Esclav o .
    That word sounded an awfully lot like…slave?

 
     
     
    Things had started out so well, so predictably. She fought. And I conquered. It was the same every time. But then something happened. And everything went to hell. Who the fuck was this woman? Why was she different?—Kace R.
     
Three
    I was in shock.
    How could this have happened?
    Three weeks ago I’d been told I was going on a blind date with a billionaire.
    A . Date .
    Now it seemed I’d been sold. To this man. This stranger.
    Ohmygod.
    I was a slave. His slave. For the rest of the week. Correction, at least the rest of the week. Who knew, maybe he would keep me longer.
    Maybe he would keep me forever.
    Ohmygod!
    Another ice-cold wave of terror crashed through me.
    Somehow I had to make him understand. He had to listen. “There’s been a mistake, Kace—er, Señor Ramos. I’m not—“
    “Silence!” my so-called owner said, his voice as cutting and deadly as a medieval executioner’s blade.
    “But the agency told me I was coming here for a date,” I jabbered, ignoring the threat in his voice. If there was any chance I could talk myself out of this insanity, I had to try. I couldn’t just sit here and let this…happen. “You know, dinner. A boat ride. Dancing. That kind of thing. I don’t know anything about—“
    “I said, silence.” Moving quickly, faster than I could comprehend, he jabbed out an arm, wrapped his hand around my neck and tightened his fingers enough to cut off the air.
    Reflexively, my hands flew to his. I clawed and pried at his fingers, desperate to break his hold. My stomach muscles flexed, trying to force air past the blockage. As my terror swelled, my world narrowed to a pinpoint. Blackness closed in on me.
    “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice slicing through my blind panic.
    My gaze snapped to his.
    “When I give you an order, you will obey.” He released me, and I crumbled to the floor, eyes tearing. I gasped and coughed and cried, thoughts and questions bouncing around in my head. There’d been a terrible, horrible mistake. Instead of being sent on a blind date, maybe for dinner or a yacht ride, I’d been sent to a sadistic monster who enjoyed torturing women for sport.
    How had this happened? How would I survive five days of hell?
    How would I survive one day?
    You’ve done it before. You can do it again.
    Minute by minute. That was how a girl survived hell. And if that was too much to take, second by second.
    My gaze met his again. This time, I saw the dark thrill swirling in his eyes. The monster loved the fight. It fed off my fury like a leech engorging itself on blood. My fear, my terror, my anger, that was what it thirsted for.
    Focus. Think. You’ve got to keep your head until you can get in touch with Sid. She’ll help. Help is on the