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toward him. Grunting, he pushed her shorts down a little and slid his hands and whatever he’d gotten his hands on under her waist.
    Something thick and stiff pressed against her belly. At first she thought it was a belt then realized it was a length of leather. Once he had it around her waist, he cinched it so tight her ability to draw a deep breath was compromised. He grabbed something on the leather at the small of her back and pulled up. It took her too long to comprehend that he must have taken hold of a ring imbedded into the belt.  
    Again he reached out for whatever he’d placed in the truck bed for his sick use. She kept trying to kick him until he grabbed her left ankle and wrenched her leg up so her heel pressed against her buttocks. Rope circled her ankle, tightened. He looped the rope around her ankle several times then slipped what she surmised was the rope end through the ring. In her mind’s eye she too clearly saw him knotting the rope.
    “ Half of a hog tie. Little doggy on the ground in record time for this cowboy.”
    Despite her dread of what she’d discover, she tried to straighten her leg. He was right. He’d turned it into a useless appendage. She was so sure he’d do the same to her other leg that she was unprepared when he climbed off her. When she heard him rummaging around, she tried to roll onto her side. Before she could complete the task, however, he returned to her, grabbed her hair, and dragged her toward him so her face smashed against his thigh. If she could, she’d bite him.
    He let go of her hair and placed something around her neck. A fresh wave of terror surged through her. She fought with every bit of strength she possessed but it wasn’t enough. The something tightened. A snapping sound left her with no doubt that he’d hooked the ends together.
    A collar. Made of leather. Not as thick or stiff as what circled her waist but equally horrifying.
    “ It keeps getting worse for you doesn’t it?” He patted her cheek. “For the record, I’m nearly done for now. The only thing left to do is making sure you stay in place.”
    I’m dead. He’s going to kill me.
    She barely noticed what he was doing as he slid the collar around on her neck. He slapped her cheek. Brought back into the moment, she whimpered.
    “ Just making sure you’re still with me. Sometimes captives check out, but I won’t let you do that. The more aware you are, the more complete the lessons. Like I said, time for us to get underway.”
    He hooked his finger through what had to be a ring in her collar and pulled her closer to where the truck bed and cab joined. An ominous clicking sound at her throat told her what she didn’t want to know, he’d chained her to the vehicle. She could turn her head from side to side but the truck had become her prison.
    Not again! Not the past coming back to life.
    She’d been shaking since the nightmare began and was close to losing bladder control. What she’d been through as a teenager hadn’t prepared her for this, nothing could.
    Masculine hands massaged the back of her shoulders. Dreading what he’d do next, she held her breath. From time to time her old man had owned what he called guard dogs. Instead of letting them run loose so they could keep an eye on what passed for the family’s property, he’d kept them chained to dog houses. That’s what she’d become, her captor’s pet.
    Pet?
    Worse than that.
    After massaging her for several seconds, he left her. The moment she realized he’d climbed out of the truck, she scooted back desperate to learn how much freedom he’d left her with. She’d belly-inched only a few inches before the collar tightened. Sobbing wordlessly, she pushed herself forward to take the pressure off her neck. After a while she tried to roll onto her side, but her deeply bent elbows stopped her. She next tried to slam her free leg against the floor in an attempt to draw attention to her but couldn’t put any strength behind the