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One dark eyebrow arched at her question, reminding her of her omission.
Of course.He’s going to make me say it again.
Her hands balled into fists at her sides.Apparently, however he’d managed to restrain her arms still permitted her fingers to move freely, and the tiny act of rebellion emboldened her as he imposed his will.
“Mr.Lawes, sir.”Her voice was passive that time, conveying less of the conflicted emotion whipping around her body.
The same old feelings were there.The sense of fear and powerlessness mingled with outrage at his audacious treatment, but she knew the monster pulling the strings well enough to know how to placate him.If she was going to get out of there, she’d need to play his game.
“Why am I here?”
The room around him was clearer as she asked, as though the initial fog of bewilderment had lifted.Glancing around as far as his hand allowed, she could see they were in a large room, although the lack of furniture and large boxes implied the place was largely abandoned.
“There’s nothing honorable about my plan, I’m afraid.”His lips curled as his hand slid down to her nape.“It’s just good old-fashioned revenge, little girl.”
Revenge.
The word seared into her subconscious like fire.
“You hurt me, so I’m hurting you back.”He shrugged at the apparent simplicity of his plan.Obviously, he’d forgotten that he’d hurt her first...
“Are you g-going to harm me?”
The question slipped out before she even had time to contemplate whether it was a good idea, and as his smile stretched wider, she admonished herself for speaking.Why give him such an advantage when he already held all the cards?
She knew better than that.Plus, he’d only just assured her that his plan was to hurt her.
Withdrawing his hand, he edged toward her, and as his trousers skimmed her right arm, she was suddenly cognizant of being tipped slightly backward.Sitting definitely, but angled in an unusual way...a position that reminded her of the most terrifying experiences she’d known until the day she met Lawes and Fuller.
Being in the dentist’s chair.
Chapter Five
Abandoned
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