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and I nod. “Fine.”
    This isn’t going to end well , I think, grabbing my purse.
    Big Guy pulls it from my hands and tosses it to the floor. “Where we’re going you won’t need anything. Mr. Zane will take care of all your needs.” A wisp of a smile crosses his lips. He grabs me by the elbow and pulls me along.
    A few other people in the building are standing in their doorways. When the y see Big Guy is holding a gun, they quickly go back inside their apartments and lock their doors. In this neighborhood nobody ever “sees” or “knows” anything. It’s the only way to stay alive. I don’t blame them. It’s the way of the street.
    When we get outside, he pushes me into a waiting car.
    A feeling like I’ll never see this place again washes through me. And I say a silent good-bye.

 
     
    Chapter 12
     
    We drive in silence. Big Guy has his gun aimed at me the whole way. We drive to a part of town that I won’t even go. The car stops in front of an old warehouse.
    Shit, this is it , I think and try to come to terms with the situation.
    The car stops and Big Guy forces me out. The air smells like metal, rotting fish, and salt. I’d hold my breath, but at this point, anything is better than being dead.
    The door to the warehouse opens and another man in a suit steps through.
    “Mr. Zane wants her put in the blue room.” He holds a set of keys out.
    Big Guy nods and takes them, shoving them in his pocket.
    I ’m scared. My heart is beating so fast I think it’ll explode from my chest. Because whatever is coming, it isn’t going to be like last night. There won’t be any kindness. This is more what I expected from Fileze.
    We walk down a hall. The only light comes from a single fluorescent bulb. Our footsteps echo off the aluminum walls and ceiling.
    Big Guy stops in front of a door, takes out the keys and unlocks the door. There’s a light switch on the left and he flips it on before pushing me inside the room.
    I hold down a scream.
    There’s a four-poster bed in the middle of the room. Chains are attached to all four sides. There’s a chain next to a toilet, sink, and shower at the back of the room. Shelves filled with soaps, towels and washcloths are next to the sink.
    Chains are attached to the left wall. There’s a wooden machine with straps at the four corners along the right one. No windows.
    Whips, knives, and various other sex toys are sitting on a table.
    On the bed lays a collar and four cuffs. Immediately I know what’s going to happen and I pull away, making a run for the door. I wouldn’t care, but normally the client and I have agreed if something like this is to take place.
    There’s a man standing in the doorway, blocking my escape. He’s wearing black chinos, a baby blue shirt with the buttons undone , and black shoes. His hair is long and blond. It’s thick, wavy, well kept. He uses a hand to flip it behind his shoulder. His light skin is smooth. He handsome. Not as handsome as John Cruze, but not bad.
    He grabs me by the wrists and holds me. I try to fight him, but Big Guy picks me up by the waist and tosses me on the bed.
    “You better show some respect for Mr. Zane. The more you fight the worse time you’ll have in here,” Big Guy says. He’s removed his sunglasses and I see his dark eyes are serious.
    I stop fighting and Big Guy puts a cuff on each of my wrists and ankles , then pulls my sundress off as well as my flip-flops. I cover my breasts with my hands.
    “Chain her up to all four, Lincoln,” Mr. Zane says. His voice is low, gravelly.
    Lincoln, the man I call Big Guy, grunts. “Yes, Mr. Zane.”
    When he’s finished I’m spread wide and naked.
    “Leave us. I’d like to make the lady’s acquaintance.”
    “Yes, sir.” He gives me a pointed look and I get that he’s telling me to behave. The truth is that I’m chained up. I have no choice but to behave.
    Once the door clicks shut, Mr. Zane comes over and climbs on the bed. His focus isn’t on my face,