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Christian
stands
in
a
steel
-
barred
cage
.
Wearing
his
soft
,
ripped
jeans
,
his
chest
and
feet
are
mouthwateringly
naked
,
and
he
’
s
staring
at
me
.
His
private
-
joke
smile
is
etched
on
his
beautiful
face
and
his
eyes
a
molten
gray
.
In
his
hands
he
holds
a
bowl
of
strawberries
.
He
ambles
with
athletic
grace
to
the
front
of
the
cage
,
gazing
intently
at
me
.
Holding
up
a
plump
ripe
strawberry
,
he
extends
his
hand
through
the
bars
.
“
Eat
,
”
he
says
,
his
tongue
caressing
the
front
of
his
palate
as
he
enunciates
the
t
.
I
try
to
move
toward
him
,
but
I
’
m
tethered
,
held
back
by
some
unseen
force
around
my
wrist
,
holding
me
.
Let
me
go
.
“
Come
,
eat
,
”
he
says
,
smiling
his
delicious
crooked
smile
.
I
pull
and
pull
…
let
me
go
!
I
want
to
scream
and
shout
,
but
no
sound
emerges
.
I
am
mute
.
He
stretches
a
little
farther
,
and
the
strawberry
is
at
my
lips
.
“
Eat
,
Anastasia
.
”
His
mouth
forms
my
name
,
lingering
sensually
on
each
syllable
.
I
open
my
mouth
and
bite
,
the
cage
disappears
,
and
my
hands
are
free
.
I
reach
up
to
touch
him
,
graze
my
fingers
through
his
chest
hair
.
“
Anastasia
.
”
No
.
I
moan
.
