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he floor. A toilet in the corner. No w

enter of the room,

straitjacket, the heavy canvas straps pulled tight across his br

see the sharp angles of his shoulder blades. He was tall, his frame massive, but he was skeletal

g, matted, hangi

card. The glass door

spun

pped br

devastating. High cheekbones, a strong jaw. But it was his eyes that froze her. They were a piercing,

d he didn't see a pe

animalistic sound of pu

t. He stopped three fe

l, terrified shriek-and scramble

, covering her fa

The camera in the corner was t

ming in ragged gasps. He was sweating prof

gravel grinding together. They sent a

yed there for an hour, trembling, while he paced the length of his chain

him. He slumped against the

more minutes. T

h-end model, covering every inch of

dified with a looping algorithm. She pressed it between her fingers, activating it. For the next twenty m

ed off the pink dress. Underneath, she was wearing a b

ed towa

underneath that, there was a sce

lt besi

she wh

pen. He snarled, t

track. Her hand shot out and clamped onto his jaw, her

ock. His body went limp, paralyze

no longer the scared girl's. It

focus in her eyes. H

her bra and shined it into his

ered. Induced by scopolamine a

k. She felt it. A small, hard

ting his amygdala, keeping him in a

lian, she whispered.

warring with the madness in

aid. She turned off the penlight. And