Free Trust by Terry Towers Page A

family. I’d cried so much over the past almost week that I wasn’t even sure I would have any tears left to cry anyhow.
    A smile crossed her face and she bounce d with excitement, not an emotion I’d seen from one of us before. “Oh yeah, you’re almost famous! And your boyfriend. Ohmygod! Fucking hot! He was on TV pleading with whoever it was that took you to bring you back. He had a ring and everything and told reporters he was going to propose as soon as you’re found.”
    Brandon was going to propose? Guilt rushed through me. He was planning on proposing and I was considering breaking up with him. Pulling my legs up against my chest, I placed my forehead on my knees, closing my eyes as if in an attempt to make myself as tiny as possible – as tiny as I felt. He was worried about me, my family was worried and here I was entertaining some sort of twisted fucking relationship with Lance. Had I truly lost my mind so quickly?
    “Gwen?” I heard Becca’s soft voice behind me, but I couldn’t turn to answer her. I was frozen; memories kept flooding my consciousness and I begin to hyperventilate.
    No air! No air! Where’s the fucking air in this room!
    Ohmygod am I having a panic attack?
    “Gwen!” Becca’s voice was in the distance. I heard her, but it didn’t really register.
    I’d been so concerned about myself and what was going to happen to me that I hadn’t given it much thought on what friends and family must be going through. Everyone I was leaving behind.
    “Breathe, Gwen. Damn girl. Breathe!”
    My heart rate began to slow and I could finally breathe again. I gotta get out of here. Somehow. But how? I’d gone through a million scenarios and none of them ended with me getting away alive.
    “ Cuntmongers!” My head shot up and I opened my eyes at the sound of Jenny’s voice, to see Lance strutting into the room followed by the two men I’d seen a couple of days ago with him. I swear my heart stopped as I cast my gaze onto him, grabbing a leash from the wall and coming for me. As per the routine the other two men stood by the door, their rifles at the ready.
    He stopped outside my cell and paused before inserting the key into the lock. He was expecting me to get up, but I was frozen, staring at him.
    “On your feet, slave.” He growled as if I were no one to him. As if I’d imagined yesterday.
    I’d been a fool. Such a fucking fool.
    Slowly I rose to my feet and eyes to the ground I walked to the door of the cell. The leash was linked onto the front of my collar and he gave it a tug, urging me forward. Yup, human cattle. I had a good man at home waiting and worrying for me and I was lusting over a man who regarded me as his cute little pet for the week.
    This time when we entered the BDSM room I didn’t hesitate.
    “You two can bugger off. I’m fine with her.” Lance closed the door to the room and locked it without waiting for a reply from them. He quickly shut off the cameras and then approached me. Taking my hand he led me over to the bed and motioned for me to sit down.
    Once sitting , he removed my leash and collar. As soon as my collar was off I lowered my gaze; I couldn’t look at him. Grasping my chin in his hands he tilted my face upward, forcing my eyes to meet his.
    “How are you?”
    “Good, Master.”
    He paused, tilting his head to the side and eyeing me , a peculiar look in his expression. “What’s going on, Gwen?”
    “What do you mean , Master?”
    He cursed under his breath. “Stop the bullshit. Talk to me.”
    “I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. I’m your slave, your pet to be trained. Isn’t this how I’m supposed to act?”
    He frowned, confused. “Yes, but…”
    “Then why are you angry?”
    “I’m not… fuck! I don’t understand what’s going on with you right now. Did one of those fuckers touch you last night?” Forcing me to stand he knelt before me and began to examine my body looking for any indication of abuse.
    Once done with his