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focusing on her fantasies and visualized making them real with Jack Rodriguez. Not Adrian. Jack. Jack’s buff physique and trim belly under his custom suiting had attracted her since they’d met.
    She’d fantasized about having his manicured hands on her breasts, wondered how his gym-toned body would taste. She ran her tongue over her lips, imagining hot words and even hotter actions. Heat liquefied between her legs.
    When she got out of here, she’d make his tongue drop. Make him drool over her.
    Make him fantasize about making love to her the way she’d dreamed about him. And when it happened, look out. She’d use all the stuff she learned from Adrian to blow his mind. Oh yeah!
    Her stomach grumbled. She’d lost all track of time. Was it time to eat? Her stomach cramped. How could she think of food when she was aching all over? So this was how they intended to modify her behavior. Make her hurt so much she couldn’t think of anything but her pain. By the time that dictator Adrian came back, she’d have melted off five pounds at least.
    Norris rested her head against her outstretched arm. She counted to one hundred, then one thousand. She listed her favorite foods, rearranging the top ten as the list grew.
    Carrots and celery were way at the end. Cream Puffs, French Onion Soup, pizza, a thick steak, mmm, now that was food.
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    She thought of her soft, comfortable bed, the book she’d been reading, and her favorite TV shows. Wouldn’t it be nice to be propped up in bed now with some tea and cinnamon toast? Followed by some chocolate truffles… That just made things worse.
    She thought about Jack and what he might be doing. Maybe he was at his gym, buffing those muscles until they bulged. Wouldn’t he be surprised if he could see her now? Would he rush to rescue her, or leave her hanging like a bloated whale? That thought made her insides hurt and she quickly replaced it with the admiring glances she’d get when she returned to work.
    Soon, though, nothing blocked the pain. She fought it, cursed it, cursed Adrian, screamed, and then gave in to it and endured. Slowly, so gradually, and in barely discernable increments, the pain ebbed. She felt it recede as if she were floating, now on the surface of a gentle sea, now on puffy clouds looking down on an expanse of deep, dark blue.
    Time passed, she didn’t know how much. At times she thought she smelled food, other times she thought she heard voices, but when she lifted her head, she was still in the dark, still alone, still suspended from the bar. Music drifted by, low relaxing tones, and she absorbed it into her mind.
    Time passed.
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    Bonnie Hamre

Chapter Four
    She didn’t realize Adrian had returned until he lowered her arms. She groaned as blood and pain rushed through them. He removed the mask and silently helped her through the door to her living room, then into the bathroom. The bright light hurt her eyes.
    She felt heat, then tendrils of steam around her body. She opened her eyes as he led her to the tub and helped her into the steaming water.
    Her bunched muscles screamed as she sat, then slowly unfurled and eased with the heat. He turned on the jets and as the water rushed around her aching body, she let him push her back until only her face was above the water.
    She couldn’t speak, only feel. He took a washcloth and wet and soaped it. Without a word, he began to wash her, competently, unhurriedly. He lifted one arm and washed it in long strokes, massaging sore muscles as he cleansed her. He did the same for the other arm, then her legs. She moaned in relief as her cramped muscles responded and relaxed.
    It felt so good, even as he soaped and rinsed higher and higher on her thighs then she began to notice how else her body was reacting to his sure touch. She murmured a protest when he lifted one leg and washed between them.
    “Quiet.”
    She bit her lip and tried to ignore the warmth of his hand, detectable even against the heat