It’s engrossing enough that I’m able to mentally escape my prison for the next couple of hours.
Beth comesand brings me lunch.She also brings me some clothes, folded in a stack.
I’m glad.I’ve been wearing the bathrobe all morning, and I would like to dress normally.
When she puts the clothes on the dresser, I again think about tackling her and trying to escape.Maybe using the fork I’ve got stashed away.
“Nora, give me the fork,” she says.
I jump a little and give her a startled look.Could she actually be a mind-reader?
And then I realize that she’s simply looking at the empty tray and noticing that the utensil is missing.
I decide to play dumb.“What fork?”
She lets out a sigh.“You know what fork.The one you hid behind the books.Give it to me.”
Another one of my assumptions proven wrong.I don’t know why I’d thought I had any privacy.
I look up at the ceiling, studying it carefully, but I can’t see where the cameras are.
“Nora…” Beth prompts.
I retrieve the fork and throw it at her.I think I’m secretly hoping it spears her in the eye.
But Beth catches it and shakes her head at me, as though disappointed in my behavior.“I was hoping you wouldn’t act this way,” she says.
“Act what way?Like a victim of kidnapping?”I really, really want to hit her right now.
“Like a spoiled brat,” she clarifies, putting the fork in her pocket.“You think it’s so awful, being here on this beautiful island?You think you’re suffering by being in Julian’s bed?”
I stare at her like she’s a lunatic.Does she honestly expect me to be okay with this situation?To meekly go along with this and never utter a word of protest?
She stares back at me, and for the first time, I notice some lines on her face.“You don’t know the real meaning of suffering, little girl,” she says softly, “and I hope you never find out.Be nice to Julian, and you just might be able to continue living a charmed life.”
She leaves the room, and I swallow to get rid of the sudden dryness in my throat.
For some reason, her words make my hands shake.
6
Nora
It’s evening now.With every minute that passes, I’m starting to get more and more anxious at the thought of seeing my captor again.
The novel that I’ve been reading can no longer hold my interest.I put it down and walk in circles around the room.
I am dressed in the clothes Beth had given me earlier.It’s not what I would’ve chosen to wear, but it’s better than a bathrobe.A sexy pair of white lacy panties and a matching bra for underwear.A pretty blue sundress that buttons in the front.Everything fits me suspiciously well.Has he been stalking me for a while?Learning everything about me, including my clothing size?
The thought makes me sick.
I am trying not to think about what’s to come, but it’s impossible.I don’t know why I’m so sure he’ll come to me tonight.It’s possible he has an entire harem of women stashed away on this island, and he visits each one only once a week, like sultans used to do.
Yet somehow I know he’ll be here soon.Last night had simply whetted his appetite.I know he’s not done with me, not by a long shot.
Finally, the door opens.
He walks in like he owns the place.Which, of course, he does.
