Chapter Five
“So, when does this end?” peered through the gloomy fog of the dark room, sensing Jessup’s presence. The fear and loathing that she’d felt since her incarceration began were morphing into something very different, but she was unable to name exactly what that was. Desire? No, too strong a word. Desire resided in her heart as much as in her sexually charged loins. To desire the man meant that she had some emotional bond with a known evil.
Maybe she was going soft on her captor? Was his abuse becoming as welcome as the sound of boots on concrete? Boots brought food and whatever comfort she was given. Boots bore her to sessions of masochistic pain. The sound of boots sent a shiver down her spine…
Obviously something was happening in her fractured psyche. She’d lost track of
