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"Is there anything to eat?" I ask him.

"Cock is on the menu." The grin on his face assures me he's not joking. My silence prods him to answer me.

Knox blows out a huff of exasperation, telling me, "Fine. If you want something to digest, there's beer. I have food on the way, but the place is pretty much empty. See, I've been out of town for the last two months. Working, creating, designing, searching for the right gems and pieces to go in the very watches that were stolen from me tonight. Since I was robbed, I haven't had the time to actually get groceries."

"Wow, kidnap and assault on an empty stomach. You're going to get hungry too. You might as well get us food unless you want to hear me bitch and moan all night and day. I'm not as easy when I'm hangry."

"I can eat," he says with that cocky grin of his returning to his face. My mind immediately goes to him eating my pussy. As if he has the same thought, he says, "Don't worry, I'm gonna taste that pretty pink pussy too."

My nipples harden as he reaches for a phone. He doesn't call, but it looks like he's texting someone.

"Pizza?" I ask him.

"You'll get whatever's open. And I can tell you that at two in the morning, ain't too many options."

"Are you going to leave me cuffed to this chair all night? I can't eat or sleep like this," I whine.

"I'll let one hand go when the food gets here, and after you finish eating, you'll be cuffed to the bed. Does that work for you? Of course, it does." He laughs. "You like being cuffed and fucked."

I refuse to respond as he gets out of his seat. There's a glimmer in his sharp blue eyes when he approaches me, rubbing my ass, before he leans down to release my wrists from the handcuffs.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I ask him.

"No," he answers. "There's the bucket and a roll of toilet paper."

There's nothing that can leave this room. Not a single window or vent for me to crawl out of to freedom. I'll have to figure something else out.

My mind works various scenarios that will let me get the upper hand. I can't believe this is happening. The sudden thuds of knocking on the wall startle me.

"I'll be done in a second," I tell him, staring at the bucket in the corner.

"Do you need anything?"

I scoff. "Oh, is that concern?"

"You got two more minutes. Finish up," he warns.

When I’m done, Knox ushers me toward the bed. "Sit and behave."

"What if I don't?" I can't help but challenge him, but I instantly regret it.

The man moves quicker than I anticipate as he grabs me by the throat, squeezing tightly until my head buzzes from the lack of air. I claw at his muscular arms, kick and thrash at his body, but it's no use. He's too strong.

When I stop fighting, he pushes me onto the bed with a finger pointing at me. "I'll put you to sleep if you don't. I'll be right back with the food."

Knox walks out of the room, giving me time to scan my surroundings. A full-sized bed, no pillows or linens, just a sheet to cover the mattress. A table that probably collapses for easy storage along with the chair beside it. The chair where Knox fucked me into erotic oblivion.

A bed, a table, and a chair. The contents of my bag are all over the table. A bulb keeps the room dimly lit. Dark brown walls with a shaggy black carpet that stretches across the entire floor. It muffles the sound of footsteps. I stomp my foot a few times, and it's just as I imagine. Nothing. No sound comes out from me making any noise, it's like I'm in a vacuum.

There aren't any windows in the room either. One way in and one way out. The door opening steals my attention as Knox enters the room, having to dip slightly to avoid hitting his head on the top of the frame. He has to be 6'4 at least.

The way he carries himself, broad shoulders and domineering disposition, isn't what anyone pictures when thinking of a watchmaker.

"Thank you," I tell him as he tosses a plastic-wrapped deli sandwich onto the bed. Food in any form will do right about now. Sleep also lingers over me.

"Where can I find this Paulie guy?" he asks abruptly.

"At this time of night? Probably home in bed. But, since he's responsible for this shit show, he's probably shacking up with some girl until he gets paid."

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