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to have the painful ties removed from her raw skin.
    “What are you doing?” she said.
    “Serge said we could remove the ties.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes,” Patrice said.
    After he’d removed the wrist ties he opened the cords on her ankles too. Rose sat up and began to rub her thighs and arms and let the sensation flow back into them.
    “That should be better,” Patrice said.
    Rose nodded. It was better. She was so relieved to be untied that she thought she might cry.
    “Can I take a shower?” she said.
    Patrice nodded. “Serge said you can shower and that we should get you some clothes and things.”
    “That would be nice,” she said quietly.
    Patrice nodded. She left him and went into the washroom. It felt so good to be under the shower, the hot water flowing down over her body. She felt like it was washing away some of the trauma she’d suffered over the past few days. She got out of the shower and dried off. She couldn’t face putting the leather suit back on, not after all those days of having it against her skin. She wrapped herself in the towel and went back out to the bedroom.
    Patrice was sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room, smoking a cigarette. His eyes grew when he saw her wrapped in the towel. He could see her legs from the thighs down and his eyes lingered on her. She’d carefully washed the cuts on her wrists and ankles and knew it wouldn’t take long for them to heal. She went straight to the bed and for the first time got under the covers.
    It was amazing what a difference it made not to be tied up. For three days that bed had been like a torture rack. She’d thought she would die lying on it. Now, untied, under the covers, it actually felt like a sanctuary. She lay wrapped in her towel under the sheets and curled up in a position that felt so comfortable.
    “Are you alright?” Patrice said to her.
    She looked at him before answering. What could she say? Was she alright? It was a ludicrous question given the situation.
    “Is it true?” she said.
    “Is what true?”
    “What Serge said about me being forced to dance for the MC for the rest of my life?”
    Patrice looked sad as he nodded. “There have been others like you,” he said. “Many of them. It’s the way the DRMC works. They capture the daughters of the bikers they killed in the past. It’s sort of a way they have of spreading fear to their enemies. Your father was a Sioux Ranger, right?”
    Rose nodded sadly. Her father would turn in his grave if he could have known what was happening to her because of his being a Ranger.
    “So, they take girls like you and force them to dance, to strip.”
    “And they never let us go?”
    “As far as I’ve seen.”
    “How can they keep girls forever?”
    Patrice seemed genuinely sad as he spoke to her. “They can do whatever they like. They own the police in Val-d’Or. I’m pretty sure they control the police in other towns too. We’re a long ways from civilization up here, but even down in Montreal they’ve got their nails into the mayor and police chief. They really can do whatever they like.”
    “So they kidnap girls who are the daughters of the bikers they killed in the wars?”
    “Yes, all those clubs they decimated ten years ago, when they were rising to power, they killed a lot of the old ladies.”
    “Yes they did,” Rose said. She’d lived through that period and knew only too well what had happened.
    “But they didn’t go after the children. They would have liked to. They did kill some children.”
    “I know it,” Rose said.
    “But others they left. They couldn’t risk creating a public backlash. They let the children grow up but now they’re picking them off. The boys they kill, if they can find them and if they look like they’re going to get involved in the biker scene.”
    “And the girls?”
    “They make them dance. They make them strip. And Rose, they don’t ever let them go. They believe in humiliating their enemies, and humiliating