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give myself to you!”
    Sergi laughed. “And how will you do that? Do you think that you can overpower me? I assure you I can handle a mere woman.” 
    Her anger simmered just below the boiling point. A mere woman am I? I will show him. “You are a beast.”
    He turned those odd blank eyes on her. “Come here, Princess.”
    Rose bit her lip, his voice causing the hairs of the back of her neck to stand up. This man was dangerous and not of normal mind. “No.” Her voice was so strangled with fear she barely forced the word from her lips.
    His eyes glittered and the muscle in his jaw twitched. “You can make this easy on yourself, or I could take you by force.”
      Rose swallowed, her knees shaking with fear she was sure he could detect. She eyed the fork on the ta ble between them and then glanced back at him. With a sweet smile on her lips she walked forward. A grin of satisfaction spread across his face as she approached his chair. When he reached out she leaped into action grabbing the utensil from the table. Before he comprehended what was happening she stabbed the fork into his neck with all her might. He let out a howl and drew his head back, blood spurting from the wound. In desperation Rose brought her foot up to his chest, toppling him backward onto the floor. She darted to the door, but when she tried to open it she found it locked. Panting, her heart thudding with terror she spun around and faced Sergi, the fork extended in front of her.
    He staggered to his feet. “You have more pluck than a serving wench, you kno w that?” He wiped the blood trickling from his neck with the back of his hand, a wicked grin twisting his lips. “I do like a little bed sport though, it adds excitement.”
    “Stay away from me!”
    “What are you going to do, Princess? Are you going to stab me again? Then what? The door is locked and you are in the middle of the ocean.”
    He was right, but her pride refused to allow her body to be taken willingly. She would fight to the death if she had to. Swallowing the terrible thought she tried to steady her shaking hand in an effort to look confident. She backed up as Serg i advanced on her until the bed pressed against the back of her legs. His eyes glinted with sadistic glee as he reached for her. In desperation she jabbed with the utensil. He avoided it with ease and laughed. She jabbed at him again but realized too late she had leaned too far forward. When she lost her balance on the shifting floor he caught her arm. He squeezed, forcing her fingers open. When she cried out in pain and let go of her makeshift weapon he jerked her to his chest. She fought him with all she had left when he grabbed both wrists and forced her backward onto the bed.
    Straddling her hips he pinned her there as she th rashed and twisted beneath him.
    “Why not just accept it, P rincess?” he taunted. “I will get what I want eventually. If you stop fighting me I promise I will make it enjoyable for you.”
    “You will... have to kill me... first,” Rose panted.
    He switched his grip to capture both her wrists in one hand and stroked her cheek with the other. “I would not want to have to kill you. It would be a shame after all the trouble I went through to get you.”
    Rose clamped her legs together and lay still. Would he really kill her? No, she didn’t think he would. He needed her. Her mind churned, trying to come up with a way out of her predicament.
    “That is better.” Sergi grinned down at her.
    Someone banged on the door. “Sergi.” A man called and then spoke in urgent Russian.
    Sergi released her and climbed off the bed. “We will finish this later.” He picked up the fork from the carpet and left.
    Rose rolled over and buried her head in the pillow sobbing. Dear God, the man meant to rape me. He had not succeeded this time, but what about the next time? What am I going to do? I have to escape somehow. Hopelessness crushed her spirit. There is no escape.
    Sergi returned a few