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been hauled straight off the streets of Fort Worth and taken god knew
where. She’d been stripped naked, bathed, and chained into some
form of medieval torture device. She pulled again at the chains that
bound her hands over her head, but they would not move.
Meg waited for the broad man to strike her, wanting to get it over
with. She had been unconscious for quite a while, but she didn’t think
it could have been more than a full day since her kidnapping. She still
remembered that moment when the tall, thin man had laid his cold
hands on her. She’d looked up into his bloodred eyes and then
recalled nothing until she woke up in this place.
After the initial assault, she had been shocked to find herself
treated with something akin to reverence. The small men and women
who acted as her jailers had been nothing but tender when it came to
her person. Her small cell, one of several in the large tent, had been
lined with pillows and sumptuous blankets. The chains she was bound
in now had a lining to protect her skin, and though she stood naked,
the little jailers had been discrete.
Even the food had been tempting, but Meg had seen enough crazy
serial killer movies to know that eventually someone was going to
smack her, rape her, and then potentially gut her. It looked like that
was the big, hot guy’s job. She waited to feel the terrible blow that
would likely signal the end of her life, but the man with the pitch
black hair simply smiled. His sensual lips spread to show even, white
teeth. Meg had to catch her breath. When he smiled, he was
devastating.
“All right then, Twenty,” the man allowed in his lilting accent.
“My name is Beckett, but you can call me Beck. And my mother was
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actually quite nice. I would prefer you didn’t curse her. Yell at me all
