Book III in the Valley of Surrender series. I didn’t know what was worse anymore—when he opened that door, or when he closed it. How many times had I wondered? How many minutes had I counted until they’d fallen away in the blackness, as unmoored, lost, and hopeless as I felt? But there wasn’t time for that. The only thing that mattered was figuring him out. What was he really after? What did he truly want? For the thousandth time, I cursed my stupidity, my hubris, my idiotic conviction that I could pull this off. It was a cruel irony of fate that a single, impulsive, split second decision could profoundly influence the rest of a person’s life. However long that might be. I missed clothes—real clothes—not the all-access outfits he made me wear now. No, what I was allowed was little more than decoration, embellishment of the physical attributes of his new found toy. How much more of this could I take? How much more did he intend to put me through? What was the end game, when he finally got what he demanded? I already suspected, deep down, that there could only be one end to this, a single conclusion to what this had become. My strength was ebbing away. I couldn’t deny it any longer. What was the worse though was the temptation, the increasingly appealing prospect of simply...surrendering. And giving him what he wanted...