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watched his deep blue eyes become excited.
    “Oh, you’re definitely ready for me now,” he said in his smoky tone. “Come on. I’m not dealing with this horseshit tonight. Point out who you came with.”
    “I said go fuck yourself,” I hissed at him. I wasn’t leaving with Troy. In fact, in that moment of anger, I decided I wasn’t leaving with anyone. Today would be my day of freedom, come hell or high water.
    “Remember what I told you?” he asked, moving closer to me. “I told you that I’d get you back eventually. You weren’t ready for me then Posy, but you obviously are now and I’m not gonna let you slip away again. Tell me who you came with so we can get out of here.”
    I looked up into his ruggedly handsome face and realized he hadn’t changed at all. He was still the ever polite, country boy who knew what he wanted and would do whatever was necessary to get it.
    “His name is Lucas,” I said with a defeated sigh. “He’s that old guy over there standing next to the corral door.”
    He gripped my hand firmly in his, leading me away from the girls, leading me toward where Lucas was standing. Once we got to him, Troy pushed me half behind him and began his bargaining. He told him that the only reason he had the pleasure of my company for whatever time he had it for was because he had brought me to my first corral seven years ago. He also told him that he had come empty handed and he didn’t have anything to trade him for me with the exception of a bullet between the eyes.
    A solid handshake followed, as expected, and Troy led me out of the livestock parade back to a new truck.
    “Yours?” I asked opening the door and hopping into the passenger seat.
    “Yeah,” he replied with a laugh. “My farms been doing really well these past few years.”
    I pulled my seat belt on and rolled my eyes. I didn’t want him to see that I didn’t care because I had a feeling I could convince him to let me go at some point.
    “So tell me how you’ve been,” he continued, putting his truck in drive and turning his eyes to the road.
    “Fantastic. Nothing says acceptance like getting abused over and over. Rape seems like a strong word to use right now; I wouldn’t want you to feel bad or anything about what you did to me, but to be honest, I guess when you scream ‘no’ over and over to no avail, it could be classified as such. I think my favorite thing was being told what an ugly whore I am by all of them,” I continued angrily. “Correction; an ugly whore that no one else would fuck so everything I got done to me, I deserved. How have you been?”
    Troy didn’t speak. I glanced at him and saw the a mixed look of anger, sadness, and disgust on his face. I sighed and turned my attention back to the road ahead of us. Hours passed before he finally said anything and by that point I was contemplating jumping from the moving truck.
    “I’m sorry that happened to you, Posy. Those fuckers ... They should have never done that to you. One of the rules is that if the girl says no, then the answer is no. They should have stopped when you told them too.”
    “Oh, so there are rules?” I asked incredulously.
    “There are always rules, just like with anything in life.” He moved his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on my leg. “You’re not ugly and you’re not a whore. I’ll prove it to you somehow. Just give me time.”
    Troy smiled as I turned my attention back to the road. I don’t know why but I believed him in that moment. What I didn’t know, what no one warned me about, was that Troy was the worst of them all.
    “So, when did you grow that?” I asked nodding at his new beard, to change the conversation.
    And if I had known that the way he intended to prove to me that I wasn’t an ugly whore was more vile and vicious than anything I could have imagined, I would have jumped from the truck right then and there.

Seven
    3 Weeks Later
    T he loud claps of thunder outside caused the