Alex had done what he'd told her. Her body was scrubbed clean, hair washed. Now there was little to do but wait. She wrapped the sheet around her and tried to keep from crying. That's what he wanted: to see her teary-eyed and quaking in fear. He'd stripped her of everything else in the past few weeks, her pride, her self-respect, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her cower like a whipped dog. Her courage had deserted her, her will broken, yet hidden beneath the submissive demeanor she'd been forced to adopt, there remained a spark of defiance. She daydreamed about him dying.
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