“Say it!” he practically yelled.
“Say what?” she sobbed.
“Say ‘I belong to you, Miklos,’ like you did before.”
She never remembered saying those words to him, but she would not argue. He was a madman now.
“I belong to you Miklos!” she cried through her tears.
He yanked her up and stared into her eyes.
“What an unfaithful b***h!” he seethed.
“But I didn’t know…”
“And you didn’t dare find out, huh?”
“I couldn’t, Miklos. There was no way. I swear. I tried to find you. I thought you died.”
He shoved her to the bed, smirking now less venomously, as if his anger had suddenly fled. But of course it hadn’t; it just took another form.
He moved to the closet and pulled out a canvas rucksack. Fishing around inside, he pulled out rope. He tied her feet together and lifted them high, l
