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My left wrist is tied up and tied to the bed.

Corbin walks around the bed and does the same to my right wrist.

“Now you’re all mine, Katie,” he says in a deep voice. “You can’t get away from me.”

He opens the nightstand drawer to my right.

Corbin takes out a knife.

Okay,I’ll admit, my heart is going twice as fast as normal. My breathing is instantly erratic. I feel myself slipping into a full-blown panic attack. And my wrists and ankles are tied to the bed.

I watch Corbin as he stares at the blade of the knife.

His eyes are big. Wide. He’s not forgiving. He’s not…caring…

I am at his complete and total mercy. There’s no escape. Nobody knows where I am. My phone has been disabled.My fiancé is probably getting ready to board a fucking airplane right now.

“So tense,” Corbin whispers. “I can feel it coming off of you.”

Corbin reaches for me, knife in hand.

He places the knife at the middle of my chest and then places the palm of his hand over my heart. Feeling it slamming, racing, beating uncontrollably.

“You don’t trust me, darling,” he says.

“I do!” I cry out. “I swear! I…”

Corbin grabs the knife and I feel the super sharp tip touch my chin and I freeze up.

He runs the knife along my throat. I realize it’s the dull side of the blade.

There’s pressure but no pain. No blood. No true risk.

He slides the knife down to my chest, between my breasts.

The knife moves to my right breast.

“Tell me when,” Corbin says. “I want to knowwhen.”

Without a chance to ask what that means, I feel the actual blade of the knife touch my nipple. I suck in a breath and shiver. My skin becomes tattooed with goosebumps.

Corbin carefully rubs the tip of the knife against the tip of my nipple.

There’s pain. Of course there is.

But I’m not hurt.

He. Will. Never. Hurt. Me.

I nod and swallow hard.

I’m ready for more now.

Corbin presses the knife down and slides it just a little harder.

I groan.

My eyes fill with tears.