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My three captors were with someone else – a man in his mid-twenties. He was incredibly handsome, with black hair styled like a K-Pop star.

Unlike the other men, who were grimy and stank of stale cigarette smoke, the handsome stranger was clean and smelled of expensive cologne. He wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing half a dozen tattoos on his muscular forearms. He wore a loosely knotted tie under his open collar, and the shoulder harness at his side had a pistol in it. Outside of movies and television shows, I had never seen a gun before.

The K-Pop star gave the three grimy men a fat roll of money and told them to get the hell out.

Once they left, he turned to me.

“I’m sorry they scared you,” he said. “No one’s going to hurt you… but we have to keep you here for a while.”

I was so terrified by the situation – and dumbstruck at how handsome he was – that I didn’t even think to ask whyI’d been taken.

“Are you thirsty?” he asked. “Hungry?”

“A little,” I whispered.

“Then I need you to sit in that chair.”

I complied.

“Now I have to tie you up,” he said, almost apologetically.

My entire body tensed as he began to tie me with the rope – but it wasn’t long before I felt another sensation:

Desire.

I had never been touched by a man before. I had barely even been hugged by my own parents since I was a child.

Now this handsome stranger was putting his hands on me…

And despite how scared I was…

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He was very respectful. He didn’t touch my chest or grope me in any way.

When his handsdidtouch the bare skin of my arms and legs, he was very gentle.

As he tied the ropes, he continually asked, “Is that too tight?”

When I told him it hurt, he listened and made adjustments.

He looped the rope around my body, tying me to the chair… then used another length of rope to bind my wrists behind my back. Finally, he knelt down in front of me and smiled apologetically as he tied my ankles together.

For some stupid reason, I thought of Prince Charming kneeling before Cinderella as he put the glass slipper on her foot.

I was still wearing my skirt from school, with white stockings that only came halfway up my shins. Every time his hands brushed my legs, a shiver went up and down my spine.

Once he was finished, he stayed kneeling in front of me.

“No harm will come to you – I swear,” he said. “You’ll be safe, and this will all be over soon.

“However, don’t make any noise. We’re in a warehouse owned by my boss, so there’s no one around to hear you – but if you make noise, I’m going to have to put a gag on you, and I would prefer not to do that. So be quiet – okay?”

I swallowed and nodded my head.

He smiled as he stood. “Good girl. I’ll be back soon. Like I said, don’t make any noise and everything will be fine.”

Then he left the room. I heard theclickof the lock behind him.

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