She’s out cold, at the mercy of guys that have bad intentions. I take her home with me, tuck her into bed and get on with my business. Easy, right? Until she wakes up and sees something she shouldn’t have. Something that could get her killed. Something I should kill her for. But I won’t. I can’t. Instead, I keep her locked up. My own personal plaything. A beautiful captive I can’t set free, or resist. I’ve spent my life avoiding relationships with women completely. But now? She belongs to me. And I will never, ever let her go.