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deep into my bones. With the top half of my dress ripped open, my breasts are exposed.
    Daniel’s eyes run all over my chest. I swallow reflexively, trying to push the vomit back down to where it came from. If he touches me, I may throw up on him.
    “You’ve always been beautiful, princess, but seeing your body like this, bare for me, reminds me of so many good times. Do you remember how I loved on you?”
    I shake my head. “Danny, no, you do not want to do this.” I can hear the panic in my voice betraying fear and rejection.
    He smiles wide. “Of course I want to. But, you’re too dirty. I brought you these.” He sets a package of baby wipes, a white tank top and a pair of booty shorts down on the bed. They could almost classify as underwear. “I want you to remove that fucking disgusting dress, wipe off your entire body, even there ,” he looks down to where my legs meet, “and get all clean for me. If you’re real nice, maybe I’ll take you up to my motor home and make love to you in a real bed instead of this mattress.”
    I gulp and steady my breath trying not to sound affronted. “When, Danny?”
    “You just can’t wait to get back between the sheets with me can you?” He smiles wild and smarmy. It’s a smile I don’t recall ever seeing on him before. This is not the man I was in a relationship with for almost a year. This guy is cold, scary, and calculating. The Danny I knew was sweet, kind, and treated me like a fragile, priceless artifact.
    “Danny, why are you doing this?”
    His eyes narrow and his mouth purses into a tight bow. “You know why.” His gaze is white-hot fire and ready to burn through flesh. My flesh. “Obviously, the rich fucker manipulated and blinded you. You had diamonds in your eyes and forgot what a real man is. What having someone love and take care of you, the way you should be looks like.” He takes a few steps, pulls me into his chest. The chains clang as I’m slammed into his large body. “You will remember. No matter how long it takes. You’ll remember how good we are. How perfect it can be when it’s just the two of us.”
    He yanks my head, and his lips are on mine. When he tries to push his tongue into my mouth, I bite down hard. “Motherfucking cunt!” He roars then backhands me. I fall onto the mattress, the side of my face pounding anew. “Clean yourself, get that dress off and wipe every ounce of your old life off of you; that is the last you’re ever going to see of it again. Because if you don’t learn real quick, Gillian, I’m going to get angry and be forced to teach you a lesson. Got it?” One of his knees hits the mattress as his hand forcibly drags my chin up to look into his eyes. The kindness I knew when we dated is gone. Hatred stares back. Daniel’s fingertips dig painfully into the bruised skin of my jaw. “Well?” he roars.
    “Okay, okay, I get it. Thank you, Danny. I’ll get cleaned up,” I croak out.
    “That’s a good girl. And eat your fucking food!” he spits, then pushes me back onto the mattress.
    He storms to the door, opens it and slams it closed. I hear the lock clicking into place. The sound of that lock might as well be my death knell. Pain ripples through every surface of my face and down my chest. I block it out as much as possible and catch sight of a thin flannel blanket near the clothes. I grab it, toss the tank over my naked chest, and wrap my body in the blanket’s warmth. It isn’t much. Curling into a ball, I let the fear and shock swallow me whole.
    Tomorrow, Daniel will rape me. I know it just as I know that Chase is doing everything in his power to find me. Believing that he will make it in time is useless. Today is day four. Daniel doesn’t look scared or worried that we’ll be found at all. As a matter of fact, he is rife with confidence. He believes beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is going to get me to fall in line. To be some ethereal representation of a relationship only he knows about