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“
Stamina
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
He
narrows
his
eyes
at
me
.
“
I
haven
’
t
had
my
fill
of
you
yet
.
Hold
out
your
hands
in
front
as
if
you
’
re
praying
.
”
I
blink
at
him
.
Praying
!
Praying
for
you
to
go
easy
on
me
.
I
do
as
I
’
m
told
.
He
takes
a
cable
tie
and
fastens
it
around
my
wrists
,
tightening
the
plastic
.
Holy
hell
.
My
eyes
fly
to
his
.
“
Look
familiar
?
”
he
asks
,
unable
to
conceal
his
smile
.
Jeez
…
the
plastic
cable
ties
.
Restocking
at
Clayton
’
s
!
It
all
becomes
clear
.
I
gape
up
at
him
as
adrenaline
spikes
though
my
body
anew
.
Okay
—
that
’
s
got
my
attention
—
I
’
m
awake
now
.
“
I
have
scissors
here
.
”
He
holds
them
up
for
me
to
see
.
“
I
can
cut
you
out
of
this
in
a
moment
.
”
I
try
to
pull
my
wrists
apart
,
testing
my
bonds
,
and
as
I
do
,
the
plastic
bites
into
my
flesh
.
It
’
s
sore
,
but
if
I
relax
my
wrists
they
’
re
fine
—
the
tie
is
not
cutting
into
my
skin
.
“
Come
.
”
He
takes
my
hands
and
leads
me
over
to
the
four
-
poster
bed
.
I
notice
now
that
it
has
dark
red
sheets
on
it
and
a
shackle
at
each
corner
.
He
leans
down
and
whispers
in
my
ear
,
“
I
want
more
—
much
,
much
more
.
”
And
my
heartbeat
starts
pounding
again
.
Oh
boy
.
“
But
I
’
ll
make
this
quick
.
You
’
re
tired
.
Hold
on
to
the
post
,
”
he
says
.
