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I don’t even want to mention that all happened while the rest of their family watched an action movie and ate a lot of snacks. Evidence of the absolute hot wet mess between my legs remains in case I choose to doubt its occurrence.

I drag my hand through my hair in pure frustration. All that preparation, reconnaissance, all that dreaming that this would be my last job, only for this to happen. I can’t just cut my losses and leave. I’m never going to get another opportunity like this again. When they come to the cabin to pay tribute to their uncle, they’re less on their guard, because this is a personal matter, and it had been my only window to attack.

My plan had been so perfect. Hit them with the sleeping gas as soon as they entered the cabin and tie them up. Then wait for them to wake up, inject them with the truth serum to loosen their tongues, and have them tell me all their secrets. Well, just one in particular.

Except everything that could go wrong did. Their family arriving, them thinking I was their girlfriend, them confiscating my biological weapons.

What am I going to do? Now that’s a question I rarely ask myself. I’m never without options or creative solutions. But nothing has ever affected me so profoundly that I lost all control, dignity, pride, and modesty. So can I trust myself to decide correctly at all?

I have to leave. Find another way to do this. Did I forget the weather? It’s storming outside. Damn freak storm. If I thought I wouldn’t survive it before, I will not survive it now that it’s worse.

Think rationally. What if I stay? What if I get what I need, but in a different way? That’s going to be impossible, and I’m just feeding myself false hope. They’re on to me now.

Okay. So I’ll have to bide my time and see what they do next. I’ll simply have to wait. In the meantime, if they decide to come and question me while everyone else is asleep, I’ll need a cover story. Something like, I’m a thief, and I wanted to steal their stuff. Telling half the truth makes the other half of the lies easier to keep up with.

I was climbing mountains, which is what I do. Lost my way, needed to rest, came across the cabin, deactivated the alarm, and bam. Proceeded to see this as an opportunity to steal some stuff. I played along when their family believed I was their girlfriend. I kept up with a lie. Which meant I was here not for any innocent reasons.

I’ll plead with them. I’m a silly little thief, reckless but inconsequential. I’ll beg them to let me go. Not to turn me into the police. They can mete out their own punishment if they like. I don’t know. Clean their boots or something. As if I’d do that, but they do have to believe I’ll do anything.

Good. That sounds plausible; it’ll sell itself.

Exhaustion creeps into my bones. Not the same as I experienced post-mountain climbing. This tiredness from being touched by them hits differently. I am lulled into a state of eroticism, body and brain. In other words, I’m useless.

I remove my dress—they made me wear this, so I was more accessible to them. Dear god, who are they? Am I asking that question? I know who they are. What type of men they are. They don’t even bother hiding it. They’re dangerous. My life is in their hands right now.

I shake my head and step into the shower. Nothing is going to happen to me. I will survive this. I will save my father. We will escape and leave all this terribleness behind us.

But as I lather myself up, I relive every moment again to where I tell myself to stop thinking about it. I put on a pair of track bottoms and an old t-shirt and get into the king-size bed. I honestly don’t care that I’ve taken Tristan’s room. He deserves it.

But I need to sleep. So I can handle whatever these billionaires throw at me next. I fall asleep pretty quickly, but my dreams are chaotic. They’re there touching me. Flames all around me. Suddenly I’m burning up. My clothes feel too heavy on my body. They’re going to catch fire. In my slumberous state, I rip off my track bottoms and the T-shirt, but my dream changes again. They’re kissing me. I’m on fire. Naked but hot.

I toss and turn, kicking the covers off me, pulling them up again, until finally slumber takes me.

And then my subconscious tells me I’m sleeping for too long. Am I sleeping the day away? Where even am I?

But on the rim of my consciousness, I’m aware there’s something else happening all around me.

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