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with his back to me.

I considered pushing him to answer my question but quickly decided against it. Just like the

question about Michal, I might not have wanted to hear the answer.

The next thirty minutes passed with us sitting in silence, avoiding the other’s gaze. The anxiety

coming from worrying about what would happen next had me on edge. So much so, I damn near

jumped out of my skin when there was a buzz at the door. The professor got up and walked to the door

without a glance my way. I laid there, figuring I would be wasting my time to try to do anything. He

was smart. I knew getting away wouldn’t be easy.

He opened the door wide but blocked my view with his body. He rolled a food tray into the

room then whispered something to the person, or persons, who’d brought the tray. Once he was done,

the door clicked shut. He opened the keypad again and put in a few numbers. I squinted trying to see

them, but his fingers moved too quick.

Without acknowledging me, he wheeled the tray over into a shadowy corner of the room. I

couldn’t see him, but my eyes never left the corner he’d disappeared into. I stared so hard that I was

startled when a light suddenly clicked on. Plates of food set on a small brown oak kitchen table with a

chair on either side. It made me curious to see what else was hiding in the shadows.

The smell of food caused my stomach to growl loudly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten in

hours. I was also thirsty and had to pee.

Whatever it takes. Whatever it takes, I repeated over and over in my head.

With thirty uninterrupted minutes of thought, I’d come to the decision I’d do whatever it was

he wanted me to do without putting up a fight. I needed to stay alive to get the hell out of whatever

he’d trapped me in. If he wanted sex, I’d have sex with him. If he wanted a girlfriend, sex slave,

companion, cook; I’d be all those things. I would do what I needed to do to get up out of here

unscarred physically and emotionally.

Before I could fix my mouth to ask him how I was going to eat tied to a bed, his hand went

into his pocket and out came the menacing looking hunting knife. His threat to slit my throat looped in

my head like a broken record. Logically, I knew he was about to cut me loose, but my heart still

hammered against my ribcage.

Slowly, he approached the bed and sat to the side of me. Our eyes were connected the entire

time. I had to be sure he wasn’t going to make good on his previous threats. I didn’t know why he was

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