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here.”
    “PJ’s picking us up. We’ll get there as soon as we can.” I start to say good-bye, but Lucy’s Mom gets on the phone.
    “Do the police have any idea where Lucy could be, Max?”
    “Not yet, Liz. They’re doing everything though. I have to go. Safe flight.” I can’t breakdown. Not yet.

Chapter 9 HER
    He pushes me into a dark room and I stumble on carpet, my bound hands out in front of me. My knuckles bang hard into something wood, “Shit!” It takes me a second to open my eye against the pain.
    “Bet you don’t talk like that with your husband around?” What did he say?
    He turned a low light on. I can just see what I hit. A wood footboard to a tall bed. I swallow hard. Instinct. And Max’s voice in my head again. “I’m sorry.”
    He smiles and laughs. Oddly making his face harder. A dimple in his chin and one on his cheek dancing on the hard angles of his face. I shake more. “No. I like a filthy mouth on my bitch.” I shake my head. “Why don’t you try this…Ask me real nice to fuck you again…I know you liked it the first time.”
    I shake my head. My whole body shakes, my head’s just along for the ride.
    He takes one quick step towards me and I almost fall over backwards on the footboard trying to back away. My feet scramble, only my tip-toes touching the carpet, the board painfully arching my back. He grabs a chunk of my hair in his right hand and yanks me forward, but not off the board. Dark dimples, flash of white teeth. Explosion of painful fireworks as he slaps the left side of my face hard. I can’t even scream the pain takes too long to give me back my air.
    He keeps his hand in my hair and pulls me up to face him. “Now. Ask me, whore.”
    My lips try to form words, but I don’t know what they are. He rattles my head and I’m afraid he’ll hit me again. I don’t think my eye can take that. “Pl…Please…fuck...me.”
    He releases some pressure on my head, but keeps his hand in my hair. “We’ll work on that.” He drags me over to the side of the bed and lets go of my hair. I panic, looking around for something to fight him off.
    Who am I kidding? My hands are tied. And he’s strong.
    He laughs. I hate his laugh. It’s not sarcastic, not evil. It’s a laugh you would hear anywhere. “Oh. You wanna have a fighting chance against me? How bout I untie your hands and I’ll even give you one best shot, Lucy?” He laughs at how I cower away, shaking. God, I would love to be a man right now. To knock the shit out of you! But I only cower.
    Then it dawns on me. “You…you know my name?”
    His smile twists. “I know a lot about you.”
    I try to stall, to think. Think, baby. “Like what?”
    “You really don’t remember me at all do you?” I only shake my head a little. He sneers, laughing at me, “I’ll make you a deal. If you can remember my name, I won’t fuck you…tonight. I’ll even give you three questions to figure it out.” He’s very amused with himself. I don’t believe him, but it’s something to hold onto. “What’s your first question?”
    Think! “Where…where do I know you from?”
    His look melts from dark smile to dark frown. “No…that’s cheating! Do it again and the games over.”
    “Do…do I know you from,” Think! “Do I know you from my building?”
    “No.” He pulls off his tank top and I can see that he’s strong everywhere. I look away.
    “Do you work with…with my husband?” I can’t say his name. Not here. Not after what this man did to me.
    “No. But I’ll give you a hint…I have met Max.” He pulls off his pants and kicks them away. He’s really enjoying himself. I only have to glance to see he’s excited again.
    I panic, searching around the room for a hint. I don’t even know where I am! I know it’s wooded and obviously remote. But I have no idea how long I was passed out in the trunk. I haven’t heard any cars or other people. No one heard me scream. It’s pitch black outside the window.