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Presence still dominating the room.
The only connection is where our bodies join.
First him.
Then my captor.
Pleading with them to stop.
Can’t take anymore.
Saying Anderson’s name over and over.
Focusing on the peppermint.
Not the continuous onslaught of sensation.
Feeling like a rag doll.
But the orgasms still come.
Drowning in the unwelcome pleasure.
Body traitorous.
Mind escaping.
Drinking more water.
Wishing for the chocolate covered strawberries.
Head becoming fuzzy. Just like walking back to the hotel.
Darkness closing in.
Feeling free. Weightless, cradled.
Peppermint again.
Cool Air. Bright lights.
The ding of an elevator.
“My girlfriend.” My captor’s voice. A soft, knowing chuckle. “Silly American pride made her think she could handle our vino.” The warmth of a kiss pressed to my forehead. Polite laughter. Murmured good lucks.
The ding of the elevator.
Sinking into softness.
Cocooned in blankets.
“Ora sei libero,” murmured against my ear.
Blackness.
Chapter Seven
I shift restlessly in the bed, my head groggy and body aching. I roll over onto my stomach and feel a crackling over my chest. My mind snaps awake with awareness and I bolt up in the bed with a groan. The light hits my eyes and I raise an arm to shield them from its harsh rays. My heart pounds and once my eyes can adjust, they dart frantically around the room.
