Chapter Twelve
‘I will not,’ Darcy said again.
Her whole body was on fire, her heart hammered for freedom, and every muscle ached from the tension it had held all month. Tonight was different, now she was alone in a hotel room in the middle of a sinister, hard city. No one knew where she was, not a person on the planet knew how tough this week had been on her. Initially she got through by telling herself they were counting down the days – it hadn’t helped. Every day it got worse, every day he got closer, more hateful, more out of control. Terry wanted her signature, and he’d made it clear he’d go to any lengths for it. She didn’t have a safety net, and he knew it. No one could help her, she was all alone, and that only made him push harder. Other contestants in the competition had pushy
