FIFTY-THREE
Her – Tied – Alanna – Chris – Personal
"My husband is weak. He wants you, but he hasn't given in to temptation yet."
I blinked at the torch she shone into my eyes. I didn't uncurl from my foetal ball.
I saw her lift her shoulders in a shrug. "He will. You look too much like me. He'll never dominate me, for he's too weak. Perhaps I should watch when he takes you." The torch played over my body. "So dirty, though." She shuddered.
"So give me a shower and a change of clothes," I said hoarsely.
"You won't live long enough to need one," she said softly. "It's only a matter of time. He killed the last one. The ASIO boy's twin. She fought too hard."
Realisation hit – I knew who she meant. Found dead on a beach, bloodied and broken. The bloke who found her had talked to the news
