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staring at her, waiting for a response. “Yes, I'm thirsty,” she managed to gasp. At once he released her throat and sat back on his haunches.
    He took a bottle of water from a tray on the floor near the mattress. Unscrewing the cap, he held it to her mouth. It was difficult for her to drink from her position, straining to lift her head as he tilted the bottle toward her mouth. Some of the liquid spilled down her chin and onto her bare breast.
    The man's eye followed the path of the water. Lisa felt the heat of a blush wash over her as he raked her body with his insolent gaze. Again she dared, “Please. Whoever you are. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone about this. Just let me go. Please. If it's money you're after, my parents don't live far–”
    He cut her off. “I’m not going to let you go. You need to get that idea out of your head right away. You belong to me now. The sooner you accept your situation, the sooner you'll adjust, and come to realize this is where you belong.”
    The man set down the bottle of water and stood, bowing to the naked, bound woman. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am your lord and master. You will call me Sir or Master.”
     
    Lisa stared at the man, her mind churning. He watched her for a few moments. When she didn't respond he said, “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
     
    Lisa started to cry again. The enormity of her situation left her weak with terror. He wasn’t going to let her go. “Say it!” When she still didn't respond, he slapped her cheek, once, very hard. The shock of what he’d done stopped her tears as she stared in disbelief at the cruel, strange young man who now stood before her.
    Without another word, he turned on his heel and left the room, locking the door behind him. A moment later the light flicked out, sending her back into darkness.
    Lisa's cheek stung. She pulled at the metal cuffs now ratcheted tight on her wrists, to no avail. She cried softly for some minutes, until exhaustion stayed her tears. Her arms were aching, and her wrists chafed and burned where the cuffs bit into her flesh.
    She felt chilled though it was mid-July. She needed to pee, and shifted herself as best she could to ease the pressure on her bladder. The sip of water had done little to slack her thirst, and her stomach was churning, knotted with fear.
    Stay calm. You aren’t dead. You aren’t hurt. It’s one guy. One crazy guy. Keep your head. Lisa closed her eyes, forcing herself to take deep, even breaths. Though she wasn’t religious by any stretch, she began to pray.
    She must have dozed a while, because she came awake suddenly when she again heard the key in the lock. Instantly her eyes opened wide as she waited, her heart hammering in her chest. Light flooded the room and the man entered. He was dressed now only in black boxers.
    Lisa tensed with fear, instinctively pressing her legs tight together. Without speaking, he approached the foot of the mattress and knelt. Leaning over the trembling girl, he unlocked the manacles that held her ankles. With strong but gentle fingers he massaged her feet and legs, as if he were some benign physical therapist, instead of a crazed kidnapper.
    “Lisa. Stop squeezing your eyes shut like that. I’m not going to hurt you.” His hands slid up her calves, over her thighs. Lisa mewled with terror, trying to close her legs against him.
    He easily overpowered her, pressing her thighs apart. “Don't tremble, darling,” he said gently, as if to a virgin lover on her wedding night. “I want you so much.” Climbing up over her, he lay himself across her, and tried to kiss her mouth. Involuntarily she jerked her head away, desperately trying to avoid his mouth on hers.
    Grabbing her head in his hands, he forced her face to his and leaned in again, kissing her roughly. Lisa could feel his bone-hard erection pressing into her thigh. As she jerked, the metal cuffs cut into skin already rubbed raw.
    She forget her wrists, though, as the