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Chapter Four

Brodie

When I wake up, there's a dull ache between my legs, and it comes crashing down on me what's just happened. I feel sick, so I lean over the side of the bed and see the bucket already there.

He's thought of everything.

The sandwich he brought earlier is wrapped up next to the bed, and there's a glass of water, too.

"Welcome back," he says from where he's sitting across the room.

I need to play this carefully. He's obviously living in his ego right now because in his mind he's conquered me. I lean over and hurl into the bucket. "Don't look," I gasp. "I'm gross."

"You can never be gross to me, Brodie." His voice is so gentle. If this had been another situation, had we been other people, this might have been sweet.

But I am a victim of a kidnapping, and I don't know what happened between us. I know I didn't say no, but I wasn't in the right frame of mind. Whatever it was he had me inhale did a number on my libido .

I'd heard of stuff you can buy that does that, but I've never tried anything like that myself. It was as though I was on an almighty high, and everything was pleasurable. Every nerve in my body screamed pleasure.

There are no lingering effects, though. Thank God. And I just feel sick from the vodka. I sit up with my back against the bed frame, and I look at him. I resist the urge to cover myself. He's been inside me, and I want to shrink away from him, but I need him to start trusting me. I need him to believe that I want him. Otherwise, I'm never going to get out of here.

"Last night was...amazing." I want to hurl again, but I don't. I try to sound sincere.

"I think it was a turning point in our relationship together," Eitan says quietly. "I know I enjoyed myself."

"I've never felt pleasure like that before," that's not a total lie. If it had been with someone else, I'd probably be bragging about the best orgasms I've ever had.

"I'm so pleased you see it that way." Eitan stands up. He walks toward the door.

"Wait," I call out, and he pauses. "I...I need to shower. After sex, I normally shower. "

"You can shower," he says quietly, and I feel elated. "I will make sure the water is nice and hot for you before you shower.''

"Have you already showered?" I ask, trying to sound interested and not disgusted.

He smiles. "I'm fine, I've showered." He goes to the bathroom and runs the water. Steam rises from the shower, and he comes out, taking out a key. "You can go shower."

He unlocks the lock on the chain, and I rub my ankle. I walk to the bathroom and glance at the door to my right, but Eitan quickly moves to sit down next to it.

"I'll give you some privacy."

"Can I have clothes?" I ask.

"You only need the skirt." He smiles brightly.

I nod and give a hesitant smile back. I go to the bathroom without the door and strip the skirt off. I climb under the hot water and pick up the bar of soap he's left on the floor. I start to wash up, enjoying the feeling of being clean. I use the bar of soap to wash my hair before I climb out of the shower and put the skirt on while I’m still wet.

As I come out of the shower, he directs me to the bed.

"Do I really need to be chained up?" I ask, pouting .

"Yes, I don't trust you," he says as he fixes the chain back to my leg.

"I understand," I say softly. "I mean, this was genius of you to pull off."

He glances at me. "Was it now?"

"I didn't suspect a thing. I never knew how you felt about me."

"How could you not?" He looks at me seriously. "I have always loved you, always. There's never been a moment I haven't loved you, Brodie."

"I'm sorry that I only see that now," I say calmly. I reach for his hand, but he pulls away hesitantly.

"Eat your sandwich. I'm going to check on things outside."

"Okay, Eitan," I say quietly, and I turn to reach for my sandwich as he leaves. I need to keep up my strength if I'm going to survive this. I don't know exactly what he's capable of. How far is he willing to go to live this little fantasy that he has? I need to be ready for anything at any possible time.

I hear his footsteps outside, judging by the sound of leaves crunching. A little stream of light escapes through the curtains on the window. I wish I could have some light in the room. I feel ill without it. Being deliberately kept in the dark is soul-destroying. Maybe if I flirt with him enough, he'll agree to open the curtains and let some sunlight in.

Maybe he'll even let me walk around outside.

I just need to play my cards right.

The sandwich is okay; it's one of my favorites, but that's one thing I can't fault him on. He feeds me well, and a lot of the time, it's food I have always enjoyed.

He seems to think he is taking care of me, that I need taking care of. Maybe if I lean into that, I can find a way out of here sooner rather than later. I just need to figure out which way the main road is. That way, when I get away, I can high tail it and make my way back to town and have Eitan arrested for being a completely sick fuck.

My mother will be heartbroken, but I don't care. She raised him. He's probably like this because of her. Or because of something our father did before he left. All I know is he's messed up, and I need to survive.