He raised her panties in the air then bunched up the fabric in his hands, “I will give them to you if you tell your name.” “I don’t have time for this. Give me back my panties. I have to get to work.” I snapped. “You mean this?” and then he did the most shocking thing. He brought the underwear to his nose, taking a long sniff. The images came back with full force. “Open your eyes, precious. I want to see them when you come.” His tie binding my hands behind her while he slammed into me over and over. “I am afraid I cannot give it back,” his silky voice cut through the haze. “Why?” I whispered, my lips suddenly dry. Before I had the chance to move, he crossed the room in two long strides. His hand grabbed my neck, holding me captive in his gaze, “Because,” his breath fanned her face, “I need it to remind myself that you are real, Precious.”