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She had no choice. She would have to put her head down and obey them, do her chores so she could be released.

She couldn’t stay here for two months. She needed to hand herself over to Emily’s abductors in a month. And she still had to deal with her blackmailer; that was the more urgent situation.

But she had enough time to figure things out.

As she stepped from the kitchen, she had to physically shake off the feeling of imbalance that Lawson’s absence had created.

He normally ignored her, but she at least got to lay her gaze on him.

She wondered where he was.

Chapter Ten

Sienna tried her best to contain her frustration. It wasn’t going to help her at all. Her main focus was to be on her best behavior while she found another way off their property.

She failed to get rid of all her anger, deciding that keeping some of it would help her get through her days.

She stalked back to the bedroom and found the list that Rowan was so obsessed with. She gritted her teeth, inhaled a gulp of air and got to work.

She didn’t care that the dogs made her sneeze, she fed them and watered them. She also didn’t like that the sight of them seemed to be growing on her. That’s all she needed now was to get attached to their dogs.

Holding her breath, she cleaned the chicken coop and went in there with an attitude that said no chicken of any variety would want to mess with her. Not today. It worked too because they all scattered out of her way.

She did a load of laundry, three times. Well, the first time she selected the wrong setting and she only discovered nothing was happening when she went back there to check on it. The second, she forgot to add detergent. But she got it right the third time.

She hunted down a recipe for a simple pasta dish and it wasn’t half bad. She had only burned the penne a little because she had added too little water. It would have to do; she wasn’t starting over. Slicing and dicing onions should be a torture sport, she deduced.

She vacuumed, and dusted and cried in horror that she was going to get callouses from all this work.

When she had mentally ticked off the last chore, she spun around the kitchen to make sure she had tidied it up properly and received a moment of satisfaction when she looked at the clean kitchen.

No one would believe she had cleaned. No one.

And she had done it all in her high heels without missing a beat.

Take that, Carters.

She took a serving of the pasta dish for herself, and gobbled it down without tasting much, she was that ravenous.

As the sun started to set, an uneasy feeling washed over her. She walked back and forth from the bedroom to the kitchen a few times.

She didn’t know why it unsettled her so much, but deciding whether to stay in the kitchen and wait for them or hide out in the bedroom seemed like an insurmountable decision she just couldn’t make.

Why it was even an issue she would never know.

Did she really want to be in their company after what they had done to her? Not once, but twice already and the second time was such a profound escalation she had orgasmed right there in front of them, much to their displeasure.

But she… missed them.

She shook her head, called herself deranged. Whatever moment of domestic bliss she had managed to wrongfully cultivate was quickly replaced with the fact her life as she knew it was going to be over soon.

She was just about to leave the kitchen when they walked in, a little shocked to see the kitchen cleaned and a meal cooked, the level of skill of her cooking didn’t matter. The chore list didn’t say cook edible food. It just saidcook.

“I did everything on your precious little list,” she said and walked out of the kitchen. Their gazes followed her out, she could feel the weight of them on her and it peeled away a layer of her, reached inside her, and warmed her up.

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Not only had Anna sent her clothes, cosmetics, and shoes, she had snuck in a few good paperbacks too and Sienna picked the first one to read. She only read psychological thrillers and Anna had only picked those kinds but after reading the first chapter, she realized she wasn’t paying attention to what she was reading.

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