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he cared
if I was taking my pills or not. “You’re going to feel sleepy. If
we’re lucky they won’t question us, but if they decide they want to
talk to you and your wakened— We’re going to a wedding in Ohio.
We’re all friends, and the bride is your friend, Kat. We have
clothes in the trunk to prove all of this, so don’t even think of
fuckin’ with it.”
    Kat. Oh God, Kat. I closed my eyes and
thought of the last time I’d seen her. We’d both been laughing.
Happy. Another sob escaped my throat.
    “Emily?” his voice was gruff and cut into
me. “The story? Do you have it?”
    I nodded.
    “Words, Emily.”
    “What?”
    “You will always answer me with words.”
    “Yes.” Humiliation swam over me, it was like
he was talking to a child, and I couldn’t wrap my head around the
fact that I’d had sex with this man. I’d been held in his arms,
slept in them. I couldn’t grasp the idea that Logan was acting like
this. He was going to be a rock star. He had a band. He had
friends. Why would he give up everything to kidnap me? Had all that
been a lie too?
    I lay my head back on the seat and closed my
eyes as tears threatened to fall. No, I wouldn’t give him the
satisfaction. He deserved my hate, not my tears.
    Whatever he drugged me with began to take
effect, and I couldn’t remain awake any longer. At one point I
heard voices, and I opened my eyes briefly, but I was too tired,
and I curled up against the window and went back to sleep.
    I was kept
drugged for three days. The car stopped briefly for food, gasoline,
and bathroom breaks. Most of the time I slept, too groggy to fight
Logan, and too weak to do anything but eat when given food and go
to the bathroom with Jacob who stood outside the stall door. Logan
had offered to take me the first time, but that was nixed when
Jacob grabbed me. Ever since then Logan stayed with the car.
Anywhere I went Jacob went. The other guy Dave, who looked Hispanic
and spoke very little, kept to himself and never once touched me
even when I stumbled getting out the car once and he was closest to
assisting me.
    The days were
a foggy haze of terror. I felt like I was living in the bottom of a
well, cold and alone, barely breathing, and when I did breathe it
was stale air.
    I heard
Logan’s window slide down and then his sterile voice. “We’re here.
Open the gate.”

 
     
    Day 6
    Wherever we
were it was completely surrounded by tall brick walls with guards
standing at the gates and several walking the perimeter with German
shepherds. The property was massive with several buildings and one
main building that looked like a mansion. Logan drove up the long,
narrow driveway then stopped at the house and shut off the car.
    I looked at
Logan, my body beginning to shake as I realized wherever we were
was not a place I wanted to be. His hands gripped the steering
wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white, and I could hear the
leather crack beneath the pressure. It scared me. No, it terrified
me.
    He got out of
the car as did the two men in the back, and I sat with my knees to
my chest watching as he spoke to them and nod toward the house.
Both men disappeared inside, and Logan stared at me through the
windshield. It was like he was unable to move, his body stiff and
looking every bit the fierce fighter, not the gentle rock star who
wrote me a song I never had the chance to hear.
    He strode
toward me, and I wanted to disappear into the leather seat. I
couldn’t control the trembling, and it made me angry that Logan
would see it. I wanted to be tough, to have him feel nothing but
anger from me, but the panic treading across my body was too
overpowering.
    The door flung
open. “Out.”
    It took me
several tries to unclip my seatbelt, because my hands were shaking
so badly. When I finally did, he snagged my forearm and pulled me
out. “Do exactly as I say.” His voice was low as he spoke. “Don’t
look at anyone. Eyes down at all times, and do not speak unless
asked a