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    Oh god, how would I do this? How? I didn’t know anything about being a bondage slave. I didn’t want to know anything about being a slave. Not now. Not ever.
    But I did know about being afraid.
    And I did know about pain.
    I felt a tear burn down one of my cheeks.
    Was this karma?
    Be silent. Be obedient. Don’t fight. Don’t cry. That was what she’d always told me. If only I’d been able to do that.
    “On your feet,” he commanded.
    Fighting the urge to vomit, I pushed to my feet. Thanks to the adrenaline raging through my system, my legs felt like overcooked noodles. I could barely stand. They felt like they would give out at any moment. And my stomach was convulsing, threatening to empty what little was in it. I secretly thanked God for the fact that I hadn’t eaten yet. The man glowering at me would probably be furious if I threw up all over him or his ugly bondage room. I didn’t want to find out how he might punish me. So I swallowed, over and over, forcing the bile back down.
    “Undress,” he commanded.
    Oh God, he was going to rape me.
    My vow, to have no man touch me but my husband, was about to be broken. And not because of a choice I made.
    This is bullshit! He has no right! It’s all I have to give. It’s all I have left.
    A fresh blaze of fury swept through me.
    His eyes narrowed. His jaw tensed.
    The beast could sense my anger, even when I didn’t speak. Shit! What could I do?
    If I was obedient and complied, I might not be choked or beat. But I would be raped.
    Beaten? Raped? Which was worse?
    Rape. Most definitely.
    Was there any way to avoid both? My gaze jerked around the room.
    Four walls. Solid walls. Big, heavy wooden furnishings. No windows. One door.
    One locked door.
    Fuck.
    Even though I knew it was pointless, I broke into a sprint, dashing as fast as I could across the room.
    He didn’t follow. No, he stood right where he was, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk curling his lips. This was fun for him. A fucking game for the beast lurking inside of that Hollywood-perfect body.
    But if I stopped fighting, if I gave up, I would lose the only thing I had of value to anyone. The only thing that gave me some hope of marrying a man from the right side of the tracks. I knew a girl with no money didn’t have much hope of marrying a rich man if she wasn’t a virgin. Sid told me that. All the time. So had my mom, ages ago, before she’d died. And she would know. She’d married my dad. A girl from the wrong side of the tracks, marrying a man worth millions.
    Fuckety-fuck.
    I did a complete lap of the room before stopping by the door. “If you don’t let me go now, I’ll file kidnapping and rape charges,” I yelled.
    “Rape?” His brows quirked. “Rape? I haven’t touched you. How will you claim I raped you?”
    “You haven’t touched me yet . But you plan on it. Why else would you tell me to undress?”
    “I told you to take off your clothes so I can see your body. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to fuck you.”
    Did he really think I was that stupid? “Riiiight.” I rolled my eyes.
    “I’m growing impatient. Take off your clothes,” he demanded.
    “No.”
    “You saw me earlier, on the beach. You were watching me. You know what I’m capable of. You know I’m stronger and faster than you.” He took one step, two steps closer. “Do you really want to irritate me with your stubbornness?”
    No, I didn’t want to irritate him. One look at his face and I knew I was in for trouble. But I still couldn’t give up. Too much was at stake for me.
    I backed away from him, one step, two. “Please. I’m a virgin. And I need to stay that way. I have no money. I’m not educated. My parents are dead. My purity is the one thing, the only thing, I have to offer a husband. Please don’t take that away from me.”
    Staring at me with obsidian eyes, cold and hard, he shook his head. “Your pleas land on deaf ears, esclavo . I could care less what you have to offer a