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kill him drove everything I did. All I ever wanted was to stand over him and hold a gun in my hands and to watch him plead and cry, like I had the first day.
    Then I would offer him the same mercy he’d offered me. None . I would pull the trigger and he would be dead.
    My shoulders straightened and my voice filled with resolve. What did my fears of a slave auction matter in the light of what I had to do? Dylan needed to die and that was the only thing that was important. “I’m ready.”
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    While Ellie Samuelson had travelled many times to Bangkok, Jenny Fullerton had never visited the city. Jenny Fullerton had never left the USA until she nervously boarded a plane to Bangkok to sell herself to the highest bidder in a consensual slave auction.
    You are Jenny Fullerton, I told myself sternly, looking in the small bathroom mirror, but the face of a stranger stared back at me. My hair was now the brunette hues that Alexander Hamilton was supposed to prefer, not the reddish-rust colour I’d been born with. It had also been straightened till it hung flat down my back. My eyes were still green, thank heavens. Changing their colour was out of the question – the surgery existed to do it, but it was risky and blindness wasn’t part of the Kill-Dylan-McAllister plan. And of course, coloured contact lenses were too easily detectable.
    No gun, not in Thailand. Too complicated and risky. No knives. It hurt me to leave the Bowie knife taped to the underside of the toilet tank cover, but there was nowhere I could hide it on my person, not with the undoubtedly scanty clothing I’d be wearing at the auction. All I had was my body and it would have to be enough. I’d been taught to fight in the underground fighting halls around the world where men who aspired to rise to the MMA ranks trained. The many thousands of hours I’d spent learning kickboxing, Muay Thai and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, these would all have to suffice.
    I tried to forget that the plan involved Alexander Hamilton buying me for sex. My body wasn’t a combat machine for the next three months. It was only meant to be an object of desire.
    Once again, I looked in the mirror. I was dithering, avoiding the moment when I’d have to step out of the door, into the teeming crowds of Khao San and hail a cab to the more cosmopolitan district of Silom, where I’d be bathed, made up and auctioned like a piece of property.
    The phone rang shrilly. It was Lucien. “Are you on your way?” His voice was tense. This was the moment of truth for both of us. If Alexander Hamilton didn’t buy me at today’s auction, we’d have no way of accessing Dylan McAllister’s Vietnamese fortress compound.
    “Just leaving,” I told him, closing the door behind me. I ignored my shaking hands and thought instead of the knife I was leaving behind, taped to the toilet, where it wouldn’t be discovered until after I was gone. I would miss that knife.

Chapter 4
    Ellie / Jenny:
    My one small suitcase in hand, I caught a cab to the address I’d made my way to three days earlier. Today, I paid attention to my surroundings. I was about to walk into battle. I could not zone out. My survival would depend on my ability to stay mindful, to remain entirely in the moment. Today, I couldn’t lose myself in daydreams of Marc.
    The building itself was about as unobtrusive as you could get in Silom. A three-storey brick building with greying white paint, it looked like every other apartment building in the ritzy neighborhood. But I had done my research and knew better. This was Bangkok’s most private BDSM club and today, it was the scene of Madame Lorraine’s twice-a-year consensual slave auctions.
    A shy Thai girl greeted me at the door in response to my knocking. “You are Jenny Fullerton, yes?” she asked me in slightly accented English. I nodded silently, my stomach a churning ball of nerves. And while I would normally try to conceal all emotion, today, I let them show. It would be expected. I