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                  Unfolding the edges of the box, he gently inserted his fingers into the space inside, a tingling sensation spreading through his belly as the rough edges of the paper ruffled passed his fingertips. He knew what they were, could tell each one from the other, the size and shape of the pictures so familiar that he could see them in his min d’ s eye as he brushed passed each one. This was the one of them together, his beautiful, powerful princess and his conniving brother, taken on the steps of the courthouse where they stood together only moments after telling the jury that pack of damned lies about him.
                  Why would she do that? he thought. Sit there, in front of all those people, and tell them that he had kidnapped her? He had taken very good care of her; she had not been harmed. He had done nothing but cherish her, love her deeply, like she always wanted. He knew how she needed to tell those lies. His brother had taken her and was guarding her from her own happiness. She must be afraid of him, trapped in that life with him, when the life that she truly desired had been snatched away from her right at the moment when she could see it coming to fruition. He should have died. He should have bled to death on the floor of the bunker, his poison spilling into the drainage grate in the middle of the floor. Then they would be together still, holding each other, instead of miles apart.
                  He plucked a picture from the small pile at the bottom of the box, the image there barely visible in the dim room. But he knew it well, the sparkle in her eyes, the shape of her bottom lip, curved into a smile, as if the man behind the camera had said something sassy right before taking it. He ran the edge of his thumb along the fullness of her hip, her body softening as she settled into her new life. He missed her, hungered for her. He could remember the warmth of her skin under his palm, the taste of her lips. He lay awake at night, dreaming of her body laid out before him, helpless as he explored every inch of her skin. His cock would harden, throbbing with need, aching to be buried deep inside her, their bodies fused into one.
                  He blew out a breath, frustrated to be locked in this cage, this prison. He needed to get out, to go to her, his love, so that they could begin their lives together. Things had been going so well. He had most of the doctors here convinced; it was only a matter of time until they would set him loose. Then Gina had ruined it all today, at the dining room table, instigating things until he slipped and said that in front of Doctor Jacobson. Stupid, fucking Gina. He needed to stay as far away from that crazy bitch as possible.

Chapter 4
                 
    He skirted her in the dayroom, staying as far from her as possible in the confined space. He had not spoken to her in group this morning, had not participated at all really. Instead, he choseto sit in silence, drawn into the testimony of others, his nods of approval at their progress toward healthy thoughts his only contribution to the session. He had successfully avoided her at breakfast, sitting at a crowded table, enduring the company of the droolers rather than risk another interrogation session from crazy Gina. He did n’ t want to slip, not again, and reveal his true feelings to whichever staff member was in attendance at his table.
                  He stepped behind a pillar, blocking her from view. She sat cross-legged on the couch in the middle of the room, a magazine open on her lap. She was enthralled, completely focused on the glossy pictures in front of her, licking her finger to dampen it each time she turned a page. He wondered where she had gotten the magazine. She must have brought it with her, or her family dropped off a care package. He had snatched up most of the magazines in this place, and all of the newspapers as well,