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Paige“Stop crying,” the bastard snapped. “Or I’ll give you something to really cry about.”A whip cracked through the freezing air, and just before it was about to land on my naked skin, I woke up.The world of the dream melted away even with my eyes still closed. A soft blanket was wrapped over my legs, and a pillow was warm and soft under my cheek. I would probably have to be up for work in a few minutes, but first, I had to figure out where that wonderful smell of cinnamon was coming from.Wait. Cinnamon?I opened my eyes, and everything came rushing back to me. I didn’t have a job anymore. I’d spent the last five months in captivity. That dream had been a memory. And I’d fallen asleep on the shoulder of the bastard who’d most recently bought me.I shot up and rubbed my cheek. The bumpy weave of his polo indented my skin, a sure sign I’d been asleep for a while. Hopefully, that would cover the heat rising to my cheeks. Shame was a four-letter word to me now, but I still felt stupi
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PaigeThe bastard loomed over me. Something in his hand caught the light and shone with the sharpness of a well-honed blade. My body ached and burned.“You stupid bitch,” he growled. “I can’t believe you thought you could get away.”If this one didn’t kill me, the next one would, or the next one. Tears spilled down my cheeks in tracks of fire. For every tear I shed, another part of my body lit up with pain.“Stop fucking crying,” he hissed. “You’re having the time of your life.”I sobbed, and I burned.Then, out of nowhere, another man entered the room, knocking off my attacker. Panic continued to wash over me as he carried me away.***I gasped in a breath and shot up. Where the fuck was I? Tall, thin windows showed a view of the night sky which matched a painting on the ceiling. Soft, cream-colored sheets slid under my legs. My legs were clothed in sweatpants I’d gotten out of a catalogue in high school.The events of the last few days snapped back into place. Tommaso. The plane rid
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