Carlos’ hand went immediately for her s****l center. “It’s always this way at the beginning,” he told her. “And don’t even think you’ll be leaving at the end of the week as you have planned. You’re mine now, as much a fixture as the jungle trees around this house. Your freedom is mine. Your liberty is no more. You are captured, kidnapped, abandoned by a world you don’t care about and are now one of my concubines, my slave.
Was he trying to scare her with this talk? Was all he said true? Would there be no plane for her on Friday, and if there were, would she want it to take her anywhere? What drug was this that made her quit caring. Freedom, liberty? Why did she feel free now? Why liberated when she wore these deplorable bonds, the master’s chain and hobble, and let him use her as an obje
