She moaned against his hand, hearing the air as it moved in and out through her nose. So quickly. She could hear the sound of her own heart thudding in her ears. The man on top of her blinked in and out of focus.

No.

She was losing it. She was about to faint. All those hours of running, all that time she had spent in the freezing cold water, it was catching up to her. No! Not now. No. Maybe it was a blessing. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt her as much if she was unconscious. No! She couldn’t live with not knowing exactly what had happened. Her vision became even more blurred. There was nothing she could do to stop it. Bright lights winked and then everything went dark.

Chapter 4

Candy sat upright.

No.

Stop.

Don’t.

She could hear someone screaming and quickly realized that it was her. She tried to make herself stop but couldn’t. It was only when she felt the sheet crumpled in her fisted hands that she realized where she was.

A large airy room that looked like it had been carved from rock. Her chest heaved as she sucked in a lungful of air, trying to calm down. She looked up, she looked down, then left and right, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. She was on a double king size, four poster bed on crisp white linen. The room was sparse but tastefully decorated with a delicate orchid in a gold container on the bedside table. There was a couch and a coffee table. In the far corner was an ornate, antique looking desk. At the center of the high ceiling, cavernous was probably a better word, there was an enormous crystal chandelier. It was beautiful and delicate looking, depicting the bottom of the ocean in wisps of seaweed, shells and starfish.

That wasn’t the most amazing thing though. The thing that stole her breath and made her eyes widen was the view. Deep blue ocean for as far as the eye could see. To the left, the water was cut by a long coastline with chalk white cliffs. It was…

Oh god!

As beautiful as it all was, she was suddenly reminded of her ordeal. Her shoulder felt stiff. Her body still ached.

Oh god!

Candy looked down. She was wearing a thin white cotton and lace gown that looked like it might reach her ankles if she were standing.

Oh god!

No!

How the hell did she get here? Who had changed her? Cleaned her? What the hell had happened to her? She pulled up the hem of her nightgown and clasped herself between her legs expecting pain. She felt fine. She pushed a little more firmly. No tearing, no bruising, no pain whatsoever. Candy frowned. Next she opened her legs and inspected her inner thighs looking for bruises from his big hands.