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that. How he would use that, she still didn’t know.
    Jordan left her alone in the bathtub and used the shower in the bathroom in the room next door. He couldn’t believe how easily he lost control with her. His desire didn’t seem to diminish, he had just fucked her, and he wanted her again. She was quickly becoming an obsession and he wasn’t happy with it.
    He returned to his own room, listening to her still in the bathtub. He had to figure out the best way to keep her beside him, without causing too much fuss, and the idea of using her mother as leverage started to make real sense. He could tell she would go through hell to keep her mother safe.
    With a plan forming in his head, he went to the bathroom. "It's been long enough, get out of there." He announced, grabbing a clean towel.
    She slowly got up and left the tub, letting him wrap her wet body with the towel.
    "Dry yourself off, and join me in the room. We need to talk." He informed her in a very ominous tone, before he returned to the room.
    Ashley dried her body and her hair delaying the moment to return, as much as she could. She even combed her long hair in a French braid. She knew she wasn’t going to like whatever he had to tell her.
    Not wanting to put on his t-shirt again, she wrapped herself in another towel and taking a deep breath, she returned to the room. He was looking out of the window, but he turned to look at her when she walked in.
    "You took your time." He said in a scornful tone.
    "I have very long hair, it takes time to dry it and comb it." She answered in a cold tone, crossing her arms over her chest, securing the towel.
    He walked over to her, and grabbed a big fist of her hair, pulling it hard, making her head lean back. "That's easy to fix. Some slavers love to shave their slaves completely." His tone was threatening.
    "Is that what I am now?" she asked, forcing herself to keep her hands still, alongside her body. "Your slave?"
    "Yes, my slave, my new fuck toy." He replied, pulling her hair harder, before letting it go. She watched him in silence for a few moments. "Don’t you have anything to say?" he asked her.
    "Would it change anything?" she asked, showing her hopelessness in every word.
    "No, it wouldn’t."
    "I don’t fight losing battles."
    He laughed, amused. "Good, then we shouldn’t have many problems." He ran a hand through his hair. "I have a proposal for you."
    "I thought slaves didn’t get to chose." She said, sarcastic.
    "You don’t, but this proposal is more for your benefit than mine."
    "Now, isn’t that hard to believe?"
    "Don’t be a smart ass." He warned her.
    "Let's hear it, then."
    "I will let you talk to your mother and calm her fears about your whereabouts, if you agree to behave, to obey me completely and stay beside me for as long as I want." He stated.
    "And if I don’t?
    "You'll be chained to my bed, force to do all I want, and your mother will receive a dead body with your name on it." He answered coldly.
    "What would stop me from saying yes and then escaping?" she asked, trying to cover all bases.
    "If you say yes, your mother will gain an invisible bodyguard that will become her executioner the moment you escape from me." He explained, with an emotionless tone. The guy was little more than a walking stone statue. "And then, I'll find you, and believe me there is no hole in hell where you can hide from me. And when I do find you, you'll regret the day you were born. I don’t forgive treason, so you better keep that in mind." His words felt like daggers going through her body, and she held herself tight.
    "Can I think about this?" she asked, unsure of the best way to handle the situation. She was lost, and she knew it. He would never let her walk out of this. She had to consider what would be better for her mother.
    "Considering how much you seemed to care about your mother, I thought there was nothing to think about." He said in a cold tone.
    "Precisely because I love my mother, and she is the most