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Will Hendricks.”
    “Will.” She licked her lips before saying, “Thank you.”
    “Not out yet.”
    “Just tell me we will get out.”
    “We’ll get out.”
    “How did you get stuck on this mission?”
    “Your father knew exactly where you were. It was only a problem of how to get you out. Your sister recommended me.”
    She lifted her eyes to him. “You know my sister?”
    “We served together.”
    “Alone? They really sent you alone?”
    “Limited resources. I don’t think your father was looking to start an international incident over one girl.”
    Jessie dropped her head. No, of course not! Her father wouldn’t want to do that, even if the girl was his daughter.
    “Do you have clothes for me?”
    He nodded and tossed a duffel bag on the bed beside her. “Your sister packed it.”
    She sighed. Her sister hated her , but hopefully, she probably knew what to pack.
    “I’m going to take a shower,” Jessie said. She had to be reminded she was still human, still a girl, still alive.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Sure of what?”
    “Showering.”
    She paused. He knew what was on her besides filth. She looked at a spot on the wall. “It’s not like they’re going to be caught someday and held before a jury of their peers now, is it?”
    She could feel him staring at her. The big, bad, camo-painted soldier uncomfortably shuffled his feet. Clearing his throat, he said, “You’re right. Just a thought. Uh…”
    “What?” she snapped, when he kept twitching around strangely.
    “Are you… hurt anywhere? I mean, do you need any kind of first aid?”
    She shook her head. She needed so much more than his little first aid kit could ever contain to fix her up. Looking down, she noticed the wet spot on Will’s fatigues. She peed on him. She bit her lip, wondering what she should say to that? I’m sorry? He noticed what she was staring at and said, “Don’t worry about it.”
    She looked up. “I was scared.”
    He nodded. “You are a lot of things. Scared is probably the mildest of them.”
    “I was sure we were going to die. Weren’t you scared?”
    “No. I wasn’t scared. I told you I’m pretty good at my job.”
    “Killing people?”
    He crossed his arms over his chest. “Killing people who hold a woman against her will? Yeah, I’m really good at killing those kinds of people.”
    “I’m glad you are, or I would be dead.”
    “Well, you’re not. I’ll get you home.”
    Home. As if that would make it any better. Will, she noticed, wasn’t nearly as comfortable in close quarters as he was killing people and running from gun-toting psychos.
    She didn’t dare look in the mirror she passed on the way to the bathroom. Dispassionately, she noticed the tub had some hair left in it, and a bug was crawling up the tile. She didn’t even flinch. After realizing how far she’d sunk, her perspective changed dramatically. A week ago, she might have shrieked and refused to use such an unclean bathroom. Tonight, however, she just sat down on the toilet and peed. Then she pulled off the reeking shirt with disgust, opened the door, and threw it far away from her. Let the soldier deal with it. She couldn’t bear to look at it anymore. She slammed the door again. Now naked, she rifled through the duffel bag for something to wear. Then she started running water into a bath, and finally collapsed into it.
    The tepid water was barely warm and yellow-colored. But it helped. She started scouring her skin. With the first scrub, tears leaked from her eyes, and a sense of numbness began to overtake her. She scrubbed even harder, trying to take off the layer of skin that was touched by the vile beasts.
    Then she cried.
    Taking out the razor her sister so thoughtfully packed, Jessie wondered what her sister was thinking? After being held in merciless captivity, Jessie might like to shave her armpits? Or perhaps, smooth her legs?
    Jessie held the razor up and looked at it long and hard. She ran her finger along the