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your freedom unjustly taken away, it’s impossible to recover. Trust, faith, hope, and all the other fragile things that give life deeper meaning become impossible, locked away in a room inside of you that has no key.
    He knew from experience something like this could never be undone. Hannah would never forget being caged for the crime of trusting the wrong person. She’d only been in the kennel for a few hours, but she would bear the scars of this encounter for the rest of her life.
    Bracing himself for the worst, Jackson knelt to peer into the cage, where Hannah’s skin glowed like moonlight reflecting on the ocean. She was beautiful—the curve of her hip poetry in the darkness that surrounded her—but he still wished he’d given her clothes. It was warm enough that she shouldn’t be cold, but her nudity added to the cruelty of her punishment. He could imagine how vulnerable she must have felt in those moments before she fell asleep when she was lying naked and alone inside a cage meant for a dog.
    She’d told him that she cared about him, and in exchange, he’d treated her like an animal. She was right to hate him. Hatred was all he deserved.
    “Hannah,” he said, knowing putting this off until morning wouldn’t make it any easier. “Hannah, wake up. I’m here to let you out.”
    She moaned and shifted in her sleep, but her eyes remained closed.
    “Hannah,” he repeated in a firmer voice. “Wake up, Hannah.”
    She woke with a start, her head snapping up, sending her tangled hair flying. With her curls obscuring her features he couldn’t see her face, but he knew the moment she saw him. She cringed away with a sound of disgust, pressing herself against the wall of the kennel and drawing her knees to her chest.
    “What do you want?” she asked, her voice low and hoarse from screaming.
    “I’m here to let you out.” He flipped the latch, letting the gate swing open, but Hannah didn’t move. She remained in her corner, making it clear she’d rather stay in the dog crate than move a centimeter closer to him.
    “What do you want?” she demanded again, voice rising sharply. “ Why are you letting me out?”
    “I thought you might want a shower,” he said as he backed away from the kennel, knowing it was the wrong thing to say when a bark of laughter burst from Hannah’s lips.
    “A shower,” she repeated as she crawled through the gate and stood shakily, her arms clasped across her chest. “You thought I might want a shower .”
    Jackson sighed, but she cut him off before he could find something less ridiculous to say.
    “No, I don’t want a shower.” She lunged forward suddenly, sobbing as her palms struck his ribs. “I want to hurt you, you twisted son of a bitch!” She shoved him again, sending him staggering back a step. “I want to lock you naked in a cage and let you know what it feels like to have the walls closing in and your skin crawling off of your body.”
    Jackson lifted his hands into the air, the gesture of surrender resonating in some deep, primal part of his brain.
    He suddenly realized there was only one way to show Hannah how profoundly he regretted what he’d done. Slowly, he reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head before letting it fall to the ground.
    “What are you doing?” Hannah edged back a step, wariness in her tone.
    “You said you wanted me naked.” He could sense where her thoughts were headed and how little she wanted him to touch her, but this wasn’t about sex. It was about being as vulnerable as she was, something she’d realize when she saw his cock limp between his legs.
    He shoved his pants to the ground and stepped out of them before kneeling on the hard stone at her feet. “There’s a crop in the bedside table drawer. You should get it. If you beat me with your hands, you’ll hurt yourself.”
    He watched her bare toes curl against the stone, but didn’t lift his eyes from the ground. He couldn’t stand to look at her