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into his eyes and saw nothing but darkness. There was a wild, fiery temper to Serge Gauthier and it frightened her. She couldn’t speak.
    He slid his finger deeper into her pussy and curled it.
    “You’re going to get older and less beautiful every year. Winter lasts a long time up here, and when each spring finally arrives, you’re going to be less valuable. You’re beauty will fade. You’ll age. You’ll become an old woman, tired and cold and bitter and loveless, and still you’ll work for me. Still you’ll belong to me. Do you hear me?”
    He was still holding her face in his strong hand and he squeezed her till it hurt. He pressed his finger even farther into her pussy and wriggled it. She breathed out and closed her eyes and tried to repress a moan. Then she opened them and looked at him.
    “I hear you,” she said, tears welling in her eyes.
    “You’re never going to get out of here, Rose. You’re going to do what I say, when I say it, and you’re not going to survive if you don’t. You’ll dance around a filthy pole, in a filthy club, for the filthy men that come in. I’m going to take your tips. I’m going to take your money. You will have nothing. You will be nothing. And you will never escape. I own the police in this town. I own the police in the next town. It’s hundreds of miles to get back to civilization and you’d never make it if you ran, do you understand?”
    “Yes,” she said.
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Serge nodded. “Good. Now I’ve heard that you’ve been behaving. You haven’t tried to escape. You haven’t given any of your guards any trouble. That’s good. If I hear otherwise, you’re going to wish you were never born, do you understand.”
    She nodded again. Serge let go of her face and pulled his finger out of her pussy. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked it. Then he zipped her up and turned to leave the room. When he got to the door he turned back to her.
    “Oh,” he said, “one more thing. Even after you’ve been dancing for all those years, even after all the love has left your eyes, and all the beauty has left your face, and all the life has left your frail, old body, you’ll still dance for me. You’ll dance for me till I kill you.”
    And he was gone. Rose was stunned. She’d known her situation was bad, but until that moment she hadn’t realized just how bad it was. Serge Gauthier seemed to know exactly what he wanted to do to her. Not only did he want her to suffer, not only did he want to break her spirit and make sure she didn’t try to escape, but he wanted to make sure that she had absolutely no hope. He wanted to own her in every sense of the word.
    He wanted to break her.

VI
    R OSE SLEPT FITFULLY. SHE HAD nightmares all night. She kept seeing Serge Gauthier’s face glaring at her. His words had cut her deep. She’d been scared before, terrified even, but since speaking to him she felt almost as if her spirit was broken. He’d purposely set out to crush her. If she’d felt hopeless before, she felt doubly so now.
    In the morning there was a light rap on the door and in walked Patrice. Rose almost cried when she saw him. She knew she was letting herself get attached to him, get dependent, and that was dangerous. But she was so desperate she couldn’t help it.
    “Patrice!” she said.
    “Rose, gosh, you look awful.”
    She felt awful. “I couldn’t sleep.”
    “Did Serge put the fear in you?”
    Rose nodded. He’d done more than that. He’d terrified her.
    “He said I’d be dancing in his bars for the rest of my life. He said I’d never escape and no one would ever come to rescue me. He said I’d be old and ugly and worn out, and still I’d be dancing for him.”
    She looked at Patrice. She was hoping he’d tell her that Serge had just been trying to scare her, but Patrice said nothing.
    “Is it true?” she said.
    Patrice looked at her. He reached over and started untying the cords around her wrists. It felt so good