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Holy shit, where’s the pen!  I’ll sign
anything that gets this idiot out of my hair!

 I stood by the desk, and signed and
dated seven or eight sheets of paper.  I didn’t even look at what I was
signing.  I was giving my life away and didn’t even know it.

I sat down in one of the black leather
chairs in front of the desk. I’d survived this idiot, and I was going to gloat about
it.

I just about jumped out of my skin when
the door slammed behind me. I half turned to look but, by that time, a man I
didn’t recognize was already sitting in the chair beside me.

Well, he didn’t sit, exactly—he
slithered in
and
draped
himself over the chair
.
He studied me
with hard, black eyes. I shivered, though it was hotter than hell that day.

 He was handsome in a demented sort of
way. A three-day stubble shadowed his face, and he had a long, white scar down
his right cheek.  He had on clothing that I can only describe as pirate-like.  That
should have been Clue Number Three.

“I’d like you to meet Dolph Theobald, a
friend of mine,” Calvin said, leaning forward on the desk.

Dolph Theobold.  I snickered and drank
more of my iced tea.  A porn-star name if I ever heard one.  If he was a friend
of Calvin’s, he would be no friend of mine.

“He’s going to carry you off this island
unconscious and sell you into slavery in Saudi Arabia.  This island is mine now,
Gianna. You’ve just signed it over to me.  I can’t say it’s been pleasant
working with you.  I’ve been trying to think of a way to get rid of you ever
since I came here.”

The mouthful of tea I’d just taken went
spraying all over Calvin, the desk, and all of the papers there.

What the hell did he just say?
I tried to rewind and make sense of it. 
Slavery?
Mine now?  Unconscious? Get rid of you?
  It didn’t sound
good.

I stumbled to my feet, trying to get a
read on Calvin’s face. He looked like a vampire about to take a bite out of a
virgin’s neck. I took a few steps to the rear, toward the door. I was not about
to give either of these assholes my back.

  Unfortunately, the floor chose that
particular moment to drop out from under me. That’s when I noticed the white
residue that had gathered in the bottom of my glass. I’d assumed it was
Splenda.  

I turned and flew for the door under the
assumption that if I could get down on the beach, I could pass out from
whatever they’d slipped into my tea, and they wouldn’t touch me in front of all
those people.  Really.  Sometimes the things I think are laughable.

I had the door to freedom open a crack, but
Mr. Dolph Porn Star slammed it shut again, caging me with his arms on both
sides.  I didn’t want to turn around, but Dolph had other ideas.  He grabbed me
by the shoulders, spun me like a top, and slammed me back against the door.  The
room took a hard slant to the right, and my knees collapsed under me.

He forced me back to the chair and
plopped me into it.   I hate it when men I don’t know put their hands on me.  I
wanted to fight, wanted to hit him, but I couldn’t lift my arms. I was screaming
in my brain, but I could tell it wasn’t making it past my lips.  I must’ve looked
like a complete idiot sitting there, staring at Calvin, trying to absorb the
horrible words he’d said.  I wouldn’t be surprised to find out I was drooling.

“I wish I could say I’m sorry, Gianna,
but you deserve this. I hope you land in the household of some rich Saudi man
who fucks you in the ass every day with a cock the size of a horse. I hope he
ties you to his bed and tortures you and makes you bleed.”  Calvin’s voice
sounded like it was a million miles away.

Thanks, Calvin.  Thanks, Mom.  Thanks, Dad.

And then I was no more.  

Chapter Two

 

In almost every romance novel I’ve ever
read, the heroine wakes up from a drugged stupor to find herself bound and
gagged.  She eventually falls madly in love with the villain who carried her
off, and they live happily ever after.

Yeah, well....

The bound part definitely applied.  In fact,
it was overkill.  I don’t know what they thought I was going to do when I woke
up, but they’d covered all the bases. I was tied six ways to Sunday.

I could tell I was in the cabin of a
ship, my arms were over my head and secured to a towel bar screwed into the
wall.  My feet were tied separately, my legs slightly apart.  The ropes
disappeared off the bed, secured to something near the floor that I couldn’t
see.  Lots and lots of rope for one small girl.  I wasn’t gagged.  There was no
one to hear me scream anyway.

I knew instinctively that I was on the
big, floating palace that had been docked at the marina in Tiago. 

We were moving. I could see blue sky and
clouds flying by out of the top of the small window over the bed.  I didn’t
know how long I’d been out. I tried not to think about being on a ship in open
water, but the more I tried not to think about it, the more I did.  I think
women are funny that way. 

The room was small, as ship’s cabins
are.  I craned my neck around trying to get a look at my surroundings.  There was
a small closet that I know holds a toilet, a sink, and a shower that isn’t even
big enough for you to turn around in.  A small settee with a coffee table
strewn with random magazines about guns and ammo (and how I wished I had some
of both).  Typical cabin you’d find on a cruise ship.

I should’ve been scared to death, but I
was more pissed than anything. I’d been duped.  Calvin is a dumbass, but he’d gotten
one over on me.  I felt really stupid.

Time passed.  I slept.  I twisted my
wrists in the rope to see if they would give.  They didn’t.  I slept some
more.  I was starting to get ravenously hungry, and I had to pee.  I wondered
if anyone would come for me, or if they’d just let me starve.  I was not above
pissing the bed if I had to, but that would’ve made me more uncomfortable than I
already was.

The sky was starting to darken in the
little bit of it that I could see out the window. I finally heard the key in
the lock of the door, and I have to admit, my heart stopped. 

It was Dolph, bringing me dinner.  He didn’t
say a word as he untied me.  His way of lulling me into a false sense of
security.  I made a move toward the bathroom, and he nodded his head.  When I
came out, he backed out the small door of the cabin, eyeing me like I’d
sprouted horns. I heard it lock.

I was ravenously hungry and equally
thirsty. I ate the soup and sandwich much faster than I should have, hoping I
wouldn’t regret it.   Seasickness and all.

I snooped around the cabin, but it was bare
of anything that would’ve been useful to me.  I did find a comb and brush,
which was awesome. Calvin didn’t send any of my clothes along.  All I had were
the clothes on my back.  I refused to look out the window at the open water.  I
curled back up on the bed and fell asleep.

The next thing I know, I’ve got a man
all over me.  Freaking Dolph.  He waited until I was asleep to ambush me.

I’m not sure what he was thinking, but
he brought handcuffs with him this time.  I guess it would’ve taken too long to
tie me back up or something?  I don’t know, but as I turned to punch him in the
face, he snapped the first one on my right wrist like a ninja. He yanked my arm
over my head so hard I thought he was going to rip it out of the socket.  He
locked it onto the towel bar over the bed.

 He’s a big guy. Despite the fact that I
put up a pretty good tussle, it didn’t take him long to do the same thing to my
left arm.

I kicked and swore and fought like a
demon, but with my arms immobilized, it wasn’t hard for him to retie my ankles
to the bed.

So there I was with very little on in
the way of clothing, and a huge pirate man (complete with obligatory scar)
staring down at me with naked lust in his eyes.  Great.

I was really scared. I was shaking. I felt
like I was going to throw up.  Up until that point, I guess I was just too
stupid to process what was actually happening to me.  It was crystal clear now
though—I was about to be raped.

You always think you’ll know what to do
if you find yourself in a situation like that.  I was always sure I could save
my own skin if push came to shove. I’d fight back and get out of it unscathed. 
What bullshit. I was as helpless as a kitten laying there on that bed
handcuffed and tied.  I had no illusions about saving myself.

His eyes glazed over as he stared down
at me.  I wondered if there was somewhere I could safely tuck my sanity until he
finished. 

He reached out and ripped the tank top
right down the front in one quick motion.  I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one
of those shelf-bra tank tops, but they seem like they’d be pretty hard to rip. 
Not for him.  Just like tissue paper. My girls bounced out.  I heard his sharp
intake of breath.  I was in so much trouble.

I went limp and closed my eyes then,
because I knew nothing I did was going to save me from this man.

“I’m not taking you to Saudi Arabia,
Gianna,” he said.

My eyes flew open. I was surprised. 
“No? So what’re you going to do with me?”

“I’m keeping you for myself. Here on the
ship.  My wife will never know.  The ship is big enough that she’ll never find
you.”

In another life, I might’ve found Dolph
handsome in a rugged sort of way.  Dangerous. Seductive.  Obviously rich, if
this was his ship.  Now I just thought he was a disgusting asshole.  God, was he
serious about keeping me here on this ship under his wife’s nose?

I called him an asshole to his face. I
told him he was a filthy pig. I might’ve even said I was positive that his
mother and father were siblings. He just laughed and ran his hands all over me,
gently at first.  Then he got rough. He’s one of those guys that gets off on
hurting women.  I couldn’t do a damned thing about it.  I just bit my lip and
let him know with my eyes that he was now second on the ‘
List of People I Am
Going to Kill
’’.  Not that it did me any good.

He told me he didn’t want to fuck me
like this, that he wanted the first time to be all moonlight, dinner, and
roses.  He was even more of an asshole than I thought. I wanted him to stop
touching me.  My shorts were way too short, and all it would’ve taken was a
quick ninja sleight of hand to rip them from my body.  I didn’t think he was
going to do that though. He was dead serious about making the first time he
raped me a romantic experience.  Oh. My. God.

He wasn’t finished with me though, not
by a long shot. He still had something to prove. He stood near my head, dropped
his jeans to the floor, and proceeded to jack off all over my breasts and
stomach. I have never been so revolted in my life.

  And after he came, he left it there,
like he was marking me as his or something.    I thought only Calvin could push
me into that secret place in my head, the one where I’m safe and no one can get
to me.  I’m glad I have that place.

Chapter
Three

 

I know there are many people out there
who like bondage during sex, but I have to tell you, it’s a crashing bore to be
tied up for real.  It makes you ache like someone beat the crap out of you. There’s
nothing sexy about it.  I was in agony. Your muscles aren’t supposed to be in
one weird position for hours and hours on end.  I’ll probably never enjoy
bondage again. 

I lay there all night with the handcuffs
digging into my wrists, the top I had on in ruins. For some reason, the air
conditioning quit.  The room turned into a sauna, and I was lying in a puddle
of sweat.

 I wanted Dolph’s semen off me. I practically
turned inside out trying to wipe it on the bed, but I couldn’t.  I screamed
until my throat hurt. I raged, I seethed, and I finally had a little pity
party.  I pictured myself knowing ahead of time about the trap that Calvin laid
for me.  I made
him
drink the drugged iced tea and put
him
on a
ship to nowhere.

After awhile, there was kind of a moment
of Zen.  The little tantrum my brain was throwing played itself out, and I fell
asleep.

~***~

The key in the lock woke me up the next
morning. I tensed as the door swung open. My breasts were still exposed.  I wondered
if Dolph was going to want to do his thing again. 

He looked a little worried actually. He
was rather white.  He took off the handcuffs, released my ankles, and really
didn’t make any eye contact with me at all.

“What’s with the air-conditioning?” I asked,
trying to hide my breasts with my arms as I rubbed my wrists.

“The engines quit.  We have no power
right now.  We’re dead in the water.”

Okay, I
so
did not need to hear
that.  My head jerked around, and I looked out the window.  Yeah, we weren’t
moving. There was nothing but water on the horizon.

“What happened?” Panic started to clutch
at me, but I managed to keep my voice calm.

“I don’t know.  Here’s your breakfast. 
I don’t know if you’ll be getting anything else to eat today, so enjoy it.”  He
slammed the door, locked it, and that was that.

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