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her, one of shock and hysteria. It hit in a wave of unbidden laughter that continued to get funnier with every second.
    “ Sarah.”
    Oh, the concern in that voice! She pointed at him , jabbing her finger, trying to catch her breath. “Holy shit Micah,” she said between loud guffaws. “Things are really about to change in your crazy little world!”
    “What are you saying.”
    She wiped her eyes. “Oh darling. I do sincerely love you. That will never change. But this one thing will change. The highly anticipated thirteenth wife—and I cannot begin to tell you how very broken my heart is over that one—will be crashing this party.”
    He appeared horror stricken. “Please Sarah, don’t. Don’t do this, I beg you.”
    “Is this how you begged your other wives? By the way, whatever happened to those poor souls you tortured their God out of?”
    “They are living happy lives.”
    “Ohhhh reeeeally? And how do you qualify to know this? Do you send a happy crew with little happy thermometers to stick up their happy asses to ascertain they are…” she waved her hand, “happy?”
    “What do you want from me, tell me, I’ll do it, just…please…don’t do this. Don’t fight them, you will not win.”
    She barked a ha! “Don’t you tell me what I will win or lose, you have no clue what I have to know what I will lose . And news flash Micah. They can never take what I have, do you understand? Never. They don’t have the power. ”
    He stormed to her and she met him face to face, spine rigid. “You have no clue what they will do to you. They will break you. Emotionally, mentally, and physically.” The last word trembled from his lips. “And if they don’t break you spiritually, then you die. What in the fuck are you not getting here?”
    “I get it perfectly fine you piece of shit.”
    “No, not me.”
    “Yes, you, you’re here, aren’t you?” She looked on the left and right of him. “Where are your handcuffs? Are you a prisoner?”
    “Yes.”
    She froze and stared at him. Then she saw it. Oh God. That desperate look in his eyes. The one that pled from within his soul, help me. I’m trapped.
    She stared at him for endless seconds, realizing. They were both trapped. And he’d been trying to help her get free. He didn’t care about her God, but he did care about her. And was trying to save her.
    Sarah grabbed a hold of his face with both hands and kissed him. It was all clear to her suddenly. Her gift showed her his need, hid the dangers and brought her here. But why?
    She tasted him with a longing, a deep hunger , and Micah answered it with his own. But in that second, she knew. She didn’t have much time left with him.
    God. Help me . Help me set him free.

Chapter Six
     
    They’d sat in the bed, clinging to each other like two scared children. Sarah didn’t have a doubt that he was trying as hard as her to think of a way out of the insane reality. Or that he hated himself for her predicament. She also knew that he was holding out hope that she’d come to her senses and renounce and wasn’t done trying to persuade her.
    And w hen Micah asked to bathe her, it nearly broke her heart. Like a little boy that only ever wanted to love and be loved and had found that with her, he just wanted to pretend everything had gone right and enjoy it.
    It was easy for Sarah to do. She was sure of a few things and one was loving Micah. She’d waited her entire life for that and nothing would stop her.
    “Let me see you. Turn for me. Slowly.” Micah had directed her to the drawer of lingerie, told her to wear the black one. It was the only bold color there. “I hope I put it on right. It should have come with directions.”
    He didn’t smile at her breathless joke , his intense green eyes burning over her body. The lingerie barely existed. The thong panties especially. A string up her butt, material non-existent over her folds, and a heart-shaped scrap over her mound. The top was like a bra and encased