“I saved your life, Anna” Marco whispered into my ear as his fingers traced the line of my clavicle. “I can’t just let you go, not without something in return.” I didn’t dare move, I have heard stories of Marco’s notoriously short and violent temper. So I spoke softly, desperately trying to make him see reason. “But I’ve worked for your organization for the past four years! I’ve done everything asked of me, without fail. You said I could save up for college and go live my life!” I could feel my pulse racing as I begin to panic. By the time I was finished speaking I was practically yelling. Marco’s finger wrapped around my neck and squeezed tightly. His chocolate brown eyes narrowed and he spoke with deadly calm, sending chills of terror down my spine. “I will tell you when I am done with you, Bonita. And right now,” he runs his nose up my neck to my ear and bites down hard on my earlobe, “I’m just getting started.” Shit. Asking nicely didn’t work. Knee to his junk it is! I run my hands up Marco’s arms seductively and grab his shoulders, holding him in place. Then, I ram my knee into his groin as hard as I can. He doubles over in pain and I shove him away, running fast in the opposite direction. Within seconds he grabs ahold of my hair and drags me back into the room. “Oh my Bonita, you shouldn’t have done that. I’m going to enjoy punishing you.”