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light entered her dark erotic world. Evil resides comfortably in darkness but dies in the light; suddenly she knew this was very wrong. Pierre was gambling her life for his pleasure; her sexual appetites were driving her over the edge of sanity.
    She wondered when she had given up her life, her very soul for sexual debauchery, to kiss the devil and lie in his arms. She felt herself slipping away from that familiar dark and secret erotic world she had for years been living in. Her fear of losing it made her try to fight off her awakening but it was already too late, she had seen the light.
    Pierre caressed her breasts and whispered obscenely exciting sexual things to her wrapped in words of love and adoration. He spoke glowingly of how Devlin had taken her roughly in a new and depraved sexual act.
    She had learned to feel pride in herself for the courage she had to display with the man she loved, for Pierre adored her more with every erotic boundary she broke. But now she saw something in his eyes that she had never seen before. The love and adoration she had became so dependent upon had gone. In their place she saw only the reflection of her own love for him, and suddenly that too, was gone.
    She tried to pull away from him. He tightened his grip on her. The realisation that he would have driven her sexually to death without a second thought horrified her.
    Pierre understood. ‘Ah,’ he said, ‘the princess has awakened. Too bad. Too bad.’ There was a new hardness in his voice that made her tremble with fear. He knew it was over for them and suddenly this man she had allowed to mould her into what he wanted her to be terrified her. She began to struggle.
    He called to Devlin who immediately re-entered the room. ‘You will take her, this time, in sex where there is no return,’ Pierre ordered him.
    She struggled all the harder and Pierre slapped her hard across the face several times.
    Jessica woke up screaming from her nightmare.
    She had not reckoned on dreams intruding on her new life. Determined to keep her fear of Pierre in check, she reviewed the steps she had taken to vanish from her old life without trace.
    The house in Newbampton had been her mother Alice’s secret, passed on to her, and she had kept her promise to Alice not to reveal its existence to anyone. Alice’s words were engraved in her heart and mind: ‘Rose Cottage must always remain our secret, Candia. One day it will be the saving of one of us.’
    Over the years mother and daughter had refurbished the house they had never seen. Their identity had never been discovered by those they retained to restore the house and care for it. For more than two decades Candia had hardly thought about Rose Cottage unless it was covertly to ship something to the place she and her mother had dubbed their ‘nest egg’. It became for her no more than a childish secret, a doll’s house she had brought along with her into the adult world. She lived life to the fullest, travelling extensively and enjoying an erotic life with Pierre, hermentor in all things, while she climbed the ladder of professional and financial success. She was a dealer in ancient Chinese art and artefacts with her partner and sometime lover Yves Marmont, a handsome 36-year-old French baron. She cleverly invested the rewards from the success of their work in antiques for Rose Cottage and stocks and shares.
    The secret of the house became a mere game she played in order to satisfy her mother’s paranoia: ‘Remember, you can only trust the men in your life if you are financially independent and can survive on your own. And Pierre? He is a danger to the woman he loves. His kind of love is thrilling but perverse. He expects his women to die for him so that he might begin afresh to conquer another.’ Candia shied away from her mother’s advice about the men in her life, but she continued to play with her ‘doll’s house’ for years after Alice’s death. It was a link to the strange