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forbid you to hurt her.”  It seemed like his voice had changed, a strange tone of command.
    Lia growled in frustration, literally grooowwled like an animal.  She most definitely hated me, with such focused hatred that I’d never seen before.  A fanatical, maniacal kind of hate.  Very disturbing.
    Enrique looked back down at me, almost nose to nose as I huddled in his steel-cable arms.  “We’ll speak more of this later.  I think you need some clothes and a rest.”  He used that intense gaze.  I felt pretty certain he tried to hypnotize me.  Not happening.
    “That Jedi mind trick crap doesn’t work on me.”  I blurted it out, like a fool.
    But I did feel tired, worn out, sore.  I’d probably have some good bruises shortly.
    “Yes, and therein lies the problem.”
    He carried me through the hallways of his mansion-like penthouse to a monstrous bedroom with an awesome view of Central Park and a ginormous king-size four-poster bed.  It was an orgy bed.  Four or more people could fit in it comfortably.  As he dumped me on the bedcovers, reality settled in.  Though alive and well, I wasn’t going anywhere.
    “Please let me go home.”  I grabbed his hand as he stepped away from the bed.  “Please!  Faustino will be looking for me.  He’ll hunt me down.  You don’t understand.  I really need to go home.”
    “No.  I’m very sorry, but that life is over now.  I’ve yet to decide the role you’ll fulfill here, but your former life as a prostitute is finished.  Think about it for a while.  You’ll no longer be required to sell your body.  You may find this a change for the better.  I’ll bring you some food and clothing shortly.  You can wash up in the restroom.”  He handed me the remains of my torn bathrobe that he’d scooped off the floor earlier.
    “How wonderful.  I get my very own bathroom for the first time ever, but I’m a god damn prisoner.”
    He tried to get away scot free, dump me in my cell and just walk away.  I put it back on him.  “I’ve had some asshole telling me what to do my entire life.  This is just more of the same.  So I don’t have to sell my body, you still have me here.  Might as well have my body, it’s the same.  Either way you look at it I’m not free to live as I please.”
    He studied me.  A momentary glimpse of emotion crossed his features, perhaps sympathy.  Then he nodded and locked the door from the outside leaving me alone, caged, contemplating the new mess I’d made of my life.
    In the luxurious bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror assessing the damage.  I looked like shit.  My left cheek was red and swollen, my lips puffy and bleeding, and my left eye had begun to change color.  It wasn’t the first black eye I’d been given by a man, and probably wouldn’t be the last.  My elbows were raw from my landing on the hardwood floors, I’d broken a nail on my right hand, and my arms had bruises from where he held onto me too tightly as we fought.  Standing there butt naked, seeing how horrible I looked, I started to cry.
    I exhausted my tears with some cursing and a heavy dose of self-pity.  A hot bath sounded good.  Sometime during my relaxing bubble bath, a care package had been magically delivered.  A bathrobe, nightgown, and a very expensive cocktail dress hung on the bathroom door.  The bedroom revealed a whole four course meal from Chang Wo’s Chinese Restaurant.
    The food smelled heavenly.  I hadn’t really eaten much since I woke up, and it was already past midnight.  I downed the spicy szechuan beef, mu shu pork, and sweet-n-sour chicken with rice.  The awesome meal went a long way towards soothing my frazzled nerves.  I’m such a simple creature when you break it down.  Food, clothes, and shelter.  That’s really all I needed.  But this deal also came with a bottle of red wine on ice.  I don’t think you’re supposed to drink red wine with Chinese food, but I didn’t give a shit.
    It was good