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unusualness.  Little people, the mentally handicapped, children with rare blood types, men and women sold to fight to the death in illegal boxing rings.
    It made Dom’s stomach turn.  He hated the thought that his Sofia had been put up on the block like the rest of these people and treated like objects of amusement.  If he ran across her “owner” he would kill the son of a bitch with his own hands.  He couldn’t imagine what the bastard had done to his Sofia.
    He knew he shouldn’t have left her alone.  His gut had told him to not leave her side.  But Jordan had been found and was being held captive.  They needed Dom’s skills to help get him away from his captors.  So he had gone, leaving Sofia explicit instructions, which she did not abide by.  He was so going to flog her for her disobedience.  She would learn to always listen to him and John.
    The men both looked like security guards themselves, so had pretty much free reign of the castle.  While Dom looked out onto the main floor for any commotion, John was inspecting the rest of the structure for Sofia.  He managed to get to the basement – more like dungeon – and found several rooms that looked like jail cells.  Bars stood across their entrances.  The smell of urine and feces and rotted flesh was overwhelming. 
    John checked every room he came across and it was in the last one at the end of the dark hallway, he found her.
    “Oh god, Dom,” he said into his mike.  “This isn’t good.”
    “Is she still alive?” Dom asked into his mike, hidden underneath his tuxedo sleeve.
    “I don’t know man.  Shit!”
    “Find out John!”
    “It’s really bad.  There is so much blood.  Fuck!”

Chapter 2
    Six months later …
    Sofia awoke feeling rested.  It had been awhile since that had happened.  She smiled softly as she felt the heat from Dom’s and John’s bodies keeping her toasty.  They were why she had slept so well for the first time in months.  Sandwiched between them, she always felt protected. Nobody could get to her when they were surrounding her.
    Nobody, she thought, her breathing becoming short and her heart starting to beat fast.  “Including him,” she whispered, trying to reassure herself.
    “He can’t get to you.  We won’t let him.” John told her with conviction and hugged her naked body tighter to his long lean equally as naked body.  He always woke when she did.  It was like he had a sixth sense about her unconscious or conscious state.  He was always the first one she saw as she came and went during her coma.
    She whimpered very softly.
    “What’s wrong?” Dom asked, waking from his deep sleep.
    “Nothing,” she lied.
    “Am I holding you too tight?” John asked, loosening his grip on her.
    “No!” she protested.  She held his arms to her scarred stomach.  It did hurt to have him hold her right there, but it was worth the pain to have him touch her.  For months the both of them had been so afraid to embrace her for fear of causing her agony.  “Please don’t stop cuddling me.”
    “I won’t kitten, but I don’t want – ”
    “You’re not hurting me,” she lied again.
    “Ok,” John sighed and hugged her tight again.  He released her as soon as he heard her give a tiny cry out.  “I can’t hurt you kitten.  You’ve been through so much already.”
    Sofia started to cry when she felt John’s heat retreat from her back.  He had sat up.
    “Hey don’t cry kitten,” Dom tried to soothe her.  “This is only temporary.”  He wiped her tears away with his fingers.
    “But I miss you both so much,” she sniffed.
    “We miss you just as much if not more,” Dom explained to her.  “But we are not going to contribute to the amount of pain you have had to go through.”
    “I don’t care – ”
    “I know but we do,” John said, laying back down and putting his chin on her shoulder.  He ran his hands up and down her arm.  She had no scars there, thankfully.
    The wounds the