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my back and a hand
pressing my face into the stone floor. I cried out as my arms were
wrenched behind my back and something rough and stiff was wrapped
around my wrists. Then I was hauled to my feet by Jacob.
    I glared
at Logan. “I hate you.
I’ll kill you.” I was
hit hard on the side of my head, and I felt blood dripping down my
cheek. “You’re a monster.” Logan’s face remained unaffected by my
words as his cold stare went right through me.
    “You know what
to do,” Raul said, his breath seeping into my nostrils.
    Jacob
nodded.
    “No,” Logan
said, his voice a deep, dark rumble. “I’ll deal with her.”
    “She insulted
us and a room full of men. She’ll be treated as any other. You’re
lucky I don’t strip her naked and let every man in here do as he
pleases for the insult.”
    I struggled
against Jacob, but he was big, and to him I was like a pesky little
Chihuahua.
    “Emily, stop.”
Logan’s order plowed through my panic and anger, and I stood still.
I didn’t know how I knew this, maybe instinct, or it was the way
Logan’s eyes stared at me unflinching, but I knew I had to stop
fighting. “You can’t fight here, Emily. Ever.” He chin-lifted to
Jacob, and suddenly I was being hauled away.
    It was almost
like being separated from my safety net—Logan. He wasn’t much of
one, and it had holes all through it, but I still had some sort of
connection to him, and even if I no longer trusted him, I didn’t
want to be taken from him.
    I looked back
over my shoulder. Logan stood in the same place staring at me. He
never moved, never looked away. Somewhere inside of me I was hoping
he’d stop Jacob. That he’d run after me, shout, do something, but
he just watched me.
    I pleaded and
hoped that he’d change back to the man who swept me into his heart.
Then I screamed silently for him to fight for me as I disappeared
from his view.
    I was so
terrified, that I sunk so low as to beg. “Please. I promise to be
good. Take me back to Logan.”
    Jacob ignored
me like he’d done for the past three days. Not one word did he
direct toward me. Instead, if he wanted me to do something he spoke
to Logan who then told me.
    He
pulled me down a long, wide hallway with oil paintings of naked
figures on the peachy brown stucco walls. Some were of a woman,
others two women, or a man and a woman. They were beautiful
paintings, and I suspected they were worth a fortune. Wherever we
were, the place reeked money.
    Jacob slid a
key into a lock then opened a door. The heavy wood creaked, and
when I saw it led down a staircase and into darkness, I started
shaking. “Please.” I pulled back on his grip and shook my head back
and forth. I’d do anything not to be left alone in the dark again.
“No. I’ll be good.” I hated the words I was willing to say, but I
couldn’t stop them. I began hyperventilating as Jacob pulled me
forward.
    “No. No.
Please.”
    Jacob ignored
my begging as he shuffled me in through the door and then down the
stairs. I started to cry as the familiar mustiness sunk into me. I
couldn’t be locked up again. The terror gripped me, and I thrashed
against Jacob’s hold. My body moved like a trapped piece of paper
flinging in the wind. My insides were ripping apart, tearing,
burning with fear.
    Jacob calmly
continued down the stairs then walked along a hallway, me writhing
against his hold the entire time, sobbing, begging. He remained
unaffected as he kicked open a door and shoved me inside.
    I jerked as it
slammed behind me and Jacob then turned a key in the lock.
    I slowly
backed away from him. He brushed past me, and I staggered to the
side, but he never grabbed me. Instead, he walked over to a tap in
the wall and grabbed a bucket; then water started pouring out into
the pail.
    I turned and
staggered to the door and started yanking on it. It wouldn’t budge.
Then I pounded on it and yelled for help. I knew it was pointless,
but I couldn’t help doing it. I guess I had a smidgen of hope