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head began to swim from lack of air—it had
been.
    Through the roaring in her ears, Mia realized Ellis was
speaking. She strained to make out the words, desperate for the chance to
breathe. “I’m going to let go of your mouth, Mia, but when I do, you need to
stay quiet. If you start to scream again, it won’t go well for you.
Understand?”
    She tried to nod and apparently succeeded because suddenly
the hard, heavy hand was gone. Mia gasped like a fish out of water as she
sucked in the life-giving oxygen. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her
heart was smacking like a hammer against her ribcage.
    “Please,” she begged, still gasping. “What are you doing?
Why are you doing this? I don’t understand what’s happening.”
    “Shh. I didn’t give you permission to speak, Mia.”
    What the hell?
    Ellis was leaning over her, his gaze intent. He was smiling,
but there was a cruel curve to his lips she hadn’t noticed before, and his eyes
were glinting like polished stone. Keeping one hand firmly on her arm, he
reached into his pocket and pulled out a key chain that held several keys of
varying sizes. He leaned over her, tugging at the cuffs as he inserted a key.
It was a relief when the tightly ratcheted cuffs were released, but the relief
was short lived as Ellis pushed her onto her back. He grabbed her left arm,
pulling it toward one of the bedposts at the head of the bed.
    While she thrashed helplessly against him, he held her arm
and wrapped something tight around her wrist. Straining to see what he was
doing, she realized he’d bound her into a Velcro cuff that was attached to the
post. He grabbed her other wrist, pulling it toward the other post and
attaching it to a cuff that was secured there.
    Mia began to scream as she jerked ineffectually against the
restraints, a rising wail of panic that she couldn’t have quelled even if she’d
wanted to. Ellis raised his hand as if to strike her. Instinctively Mia turned
her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she waited for the blow. “Don’t hit me,
don’t hit me,” she whimpered.
    “Don’t give me cause,” he rejoined, his tone hard, but
mercifully he didn’t strike her. 
    Mia felt the lift in the mattress as Ellis stood. She opened
her eyes in time to see him pull something from beneath the bed. She saw he was
holding rope, which he uncoiled and wound around her ankles one at a time as
she watched in helpless terror. He forced her legs wide apart and secured them
to the posts at the end of the bed.
    “Please, Ellis. Please,” she tried again. “I don’t
understand what’s happening. You’re really scaring me. Please, please, please—”
Her words were cut off by the sudden, stinging blow of the back of his hand
against her mouth. Stunned by the shock and the pain, Mia hiccupped into
silence.
    “That’s better.” Ellis sat again, his eyes boring into
Mia’s. “You really need to calm down. Have a little patience, and all will be
revealed. All you need to do right now is lie quiet and still while I inspect
my new property.”
    Property ? What was he talking about? Did he mean her ?
    Help me, help me, help me, help me.
    Mia didn’t know who she was asking, or if there was anyone
to hear her silent prayer, but the words continued to play in her head in a
desperate, pleading loop. She watched in horror as Ellis reached into his pants
pocket and withdrew a pocket knife.
    Oh god, help me, help me, help me, help me…
    He flicked the knife open and gripped the neck of her new
dress. Mia felt as if someone had removed the blood from her veins and replaced
it with ice water. She watched in silent terror as he pressed the point of the
knife through the flimsy fabric and drew it down until the dress fell in
tatters from her body.
    She began to tremble violently as Ellis slid the edge of the
knife between her breasts. She was, she knew, going to die. But instead of
plunging the sharp blade into her pounding heart, Ellis pulled it upward,
neatly cutting