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wanted to scream out
from it all. But she nodded, wanting to live even if she’d told him she’d
rather die. He stared at her hard for another long second, and then the
attached the shackle, chain, and lock around her. He then moved up the bed and
started undoing the rope around her wrists. He was so close, the scent of
whatever cologne and the leather vest he wore dark and intense. Or maybe it was
just the scent of him, like violence personified.
    Once
her hands were free she rubbed them, her focus trained on Fury still. He took a
step back, glared at her for a suspended moment, and then turned and grabbed
the plate and glass from the dresser before heading back toward her.
    “Sit
up and eat something.” He sounded so cold, and as much as she’d told herself
she’d fight, she also needed to play it smart.
    Sitting
up on the bed, she looked at the plate he’d set down in front of her. It was
just a sandwich and a handful of chips, and although she didn’t know how long
she’d been out, she wasn’t hungry. Her stomach clenched in disgust, and when
she looked up at him it was to see Fury standing there with his arms crossed
once more and that stoic expression on his face.
    “I’m
not hungry,” she said in a low voice.
    “You
need to eat or you’ll be sick.”
    She
looked at the food again and felt like throwing up. “I already feel sick.”
    “It’s
the chloroform. Drink the water and try and eat and you’ll feel better. It’ll
help flush your system.”
    She
looked at him again. He obviously wanted her better so he could do all the
depraved shit to her, and as much as she wanted to claw his eyes out, she found
herself picking up the sandwich and taking a bite.
    For
several minutes he just stood there watching her eat. She had the chain and
shackle around her ankle, but it wasn’t attached to anything. The longer she
stared at the length of chain, the more she thought about if she could use it
as a weapon.
    “Don’t
think about it,” he said, as if reading her mind.
    She
looked up at him, knowing her eyes were wide with fear and shock.
    “Even
if you hit me over the head with the chain it wouldn’t bring me down.” He
looked like a mean motherfucker.
    She
set the sandwich down and kept her focus on him. “Why don’t you just do what
you plan on doing to me and get it over with?” She was scared to death, but
thought she was doing a good job of trying to look strong.
    He
didn’t move, didn’t show emotions, and for long seconds continued to watch her.
“Do what I’m going to do to you?”
    “Rape
me, torture me … do whatever it is you’re going to do to me to get the
information I don’t have on my father.”
    “I
already fucking told you I have no plans to rape you.” He sounded even more
pissed if that was possible. “And I don’t hurt women.”
    “No,
you just kidnap them and tie them up.” God,
where is this coming from? I must have a death wish.
    For
a suspended moment they both just looked into each other’s eyes, and then he
smirked and shook his head. He grabbed the length of chain and moved over to
the wall. She’d just now seen there was a lock drilled in. He attached the
chain to the wall and turned to face her.
    “I’m
not going to rape you or hurt you, but that’s not to say you won’t want me to
do a hell of a lot of dirty shit to you eventually.”
    Fat chance in hell.
    Of
course she didn’t say that out loud.
    “I’m
not lying when I say I know nothing of my father’s dealings. I haven’t spoken
to him in months, and even before that he didn’t tell me anything.” She told
him that again, and would until she was blue in the face. But she knew it
wouldn’t have mattered because this man clearly had an agenda.
    “You
may think you don’t know anything,” he leaned forward, “but believe me,
Princess, you know more than you think.”
    She
shook her head, but he pulled away, the conversation clearly done for right
now.
    “Finish
eating and I’ll show you