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ch-CHACK!

It was something I’d only heard in movies.

Both the greasy man and I looked over at my captor in surprise –

And saw that he’d drawn his pistol.

His gun was pointed at the floor…

But it was out.

“Isaid… get your hands OFF her,” my captor repeated.

My heart thudded in my chest.

“You gotta be fuckin’kiddingme,” the greasy man sneered.

My handsome captor raised the gun slightly. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

“Fuck –fine,you stupid asshole!” the greasy man shouted as he pulled his hand away from my face. “There,happy?What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“You verified she’s here. Now get out,” my captor said in a steely voice.

The greasy man shook his head. “You’re a fuckin’ idiot, you know that?”

My captor took a step towards him –

“Alright, alright, I’m going, I’m going!” the greasy man barked. He muttered to himself as he walked out the door. “Fuckin’ moron, threateningme…”

Once he was gone, my captor shut the door, locked it, and turned back to me.

“I’m sorry about that,” he apologized. “He won’t come back here again. I promise.”

He was as good as his word.

Forty-eight more hours passed in a haze, with the handsome stranger tying and untying me.

We exchanged very few words. I was too afraid to ask why he was keeping me hostage, and he offered no explanations.

But he brought me food to eat…

Gave me privacy when I needed to use the restroom…

Woke me up in the morning…

Turned off the lights when it was time to go to bed…

Provided me with a washcloth and soap to clean myself with…

And even gave me a clean sheet to put over the filthy mattress.

But more than that, he tied me up at least three times a day…

The soft ropes tightening around my wrists and ankles…

His hands gently brushing against my skin.

My body reacted to his touch like a lover caressing me.

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