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Instead he had turned the tables back on her Seen through her pathetic atteainst him

And now resistance and retaliation were impossible

Now…Her eyes bleached with despair Now there was only survival

Getting through to the end

Fear bit into her, like a stab in the belly When would the end co Theo intended her to stay here, because ould have been the point? He ht not have told her, and it would sied for the ordeal to be over And that in itself would have given hirant him

But how long would he keep her here? How hts had she still to endure?

Her fingers clutched into the sheets There was nothing, nothing she could do She would endure as long as she had to endure Until Theo had finally finished with her

Because only then would she, too, be finally finished with him…

Whatever the price she had to pay to do so

Night after night he caht sun beat down, she was like an autoot up, ate breakfast on the veranda, sat and read, swale beach, up and down, back and forth, over and over and over again She ate lunch and read Drank coffee Watched the sea, its tireless constancythe sameness of her days

Then, by night, she went upstairs to her bedroom and adorned herself for Theo Theakis

Every night he caave to her body a physical pleasure that she could not bear to reht or the dark, and then, when it was over, he left

Leaving her slowly bleeding from wounds she could not stanch

On the seventh night he eed from the bathroom, fully clad in his business suit once more, and placed a piece of paper on the bedside unit

‘Your money,’ he said Then he walked out