“It’s gonna be alright, baby. I promise you.” I straighten my shirt and then look back into the mirror. It’s only been three days with Kane, but the change is so significant. I’m no longer in a raggedy and soiled dress with shackles around my wrists, and a metal collar digging into my neck.

I reach up and touch the small bandage peeking out from underneath the thin leather collar. The nasty cut it's covering has almost healed, but not quite. My fingers travel along my collarbone. I can still see the bones sticking out just beneath it, but not nearly as much as before. My skin looks more vibrant now that I’ve slept.

I’m not the person I was before this nightmare began, but I’m healing. Slowly. My eyes spot the silvery scar of his bite mark on my shoulder. Some things will never heal.

My eyes catch sight of Kane in the mirror, and all the anxiety rising in the pit of my stomach settles. He did this to me. But we’re getting ready to leave. I’ll either leave with him, or I’m going to die. I won’t let them take me back. Today is my chance. I won’t risk not taking it. My fingers rest on the butt of the gun under my shirt. You can’t even see it there because of the way the blouse hangs.

“Stop thinking about it. I’m sure you won’t even need it.” He has no idea. I know he’ll be angry with me. He doesn’t want me to do anything but hide behind him. I can’t tell him what I have planned. I nod my head and act like I’ll obey. But I have every intention of putting a bullet in Vadik’s head.

After I kill Vadik though, I may not be Kane's good girl anymore. The thought makes my heart clench with agony. He may be angry with me. Even worse, he may not want me anymore.

“Just one more time, Kane. Please.” I need this. I need to feel him once more. It may be the last time I ever feel his touch. I hope we live through this. But if we don’t, I just want one more time with him.

He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls my body into his, and I can feel his erection digging into my back. I want to drop to my knees in front of him. I want to please him. I want him to know I can still be his good girl.

“I do want you again baby, but we have to go.” His full, plump lips leave an open-mouth kiss on my neck. I close my eyes, loving his warmth. And then it’s gone. He takes my hand in his.

“We need to go.” I want to resist. I want to tell him no. I don’t want to go. But this needs to happen. I need to end this nightmare one way or another.

I nod my head and swallow thickly.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he whispers, and kisses my forehead. “Just stay behind me, stay close.”

I look him directly in the eyes and lie, even though it hurts me. “I will, Kane.” I stop myself before more words tumble out. Three words that seem so natural to say. My heart twists and aches. I’m not sure if it’s because I didn’t tell him the truth just now, or because I really do love him.

* * *

The sound of our shoes and the blood rushing in my ears are all I hear as I walk next to Kane on his right side, slightly behind him. A lump grows in my throat, but I do what I’ve done to survive since this nightmare began. I hide away. I bury myself deep down, and pretend it’s not real. The pain goes away, and all the noise vanishes. My heart calms. This is all just pretend.

Kane grips my hands and I obediently respond as I know he’d like me to. I squeeze back. And then he releases me. My heart thumps painfully in my chest as he opens the door to the large warehouse. It groans and reveals the location of what I imagine will be my death. I’ve resigned myself to that fate. I can only hope that he dies first.

Everyone is already inside. A natural division separates two groups of men. I don’t count the numbers, but it seems relatively even. On the left are Petrov’s men. I recognize most of their faces. Shame overwhelms me as memories flash before my eyes. Their sick, twisted smiles, their stale breath in my face. Their hands on me. And then that shame is replaced by rage. My fingers itch to touch the gun. But drawing attention to it would be useless.

It’s relatively quiet, save for the soft laughter from Petrov’s lips over something one of the men behind him said. There are a few other laughs that echo in the large storage room of the hall.

“Are all of them there?” Abram calls out from behind him to someone else entering the large space. The walls are made from drab cinder blocks, and the ceiling is at least two stories high. I don’t look around more than that though, I keep my head forward and my eyes on the floor.

We walk closer, keeping between the two groups of men. I’m closer to the right side, where the Valettis are, and doing my best to stay close to Kane like he told me to.

“Yeah, all nine of them,” someone calls out to my left. I can see Vince out of the corner of my eye. He’s talking to someone I’ve seen before in a low voice, but his body is positioned toward the rest of the men.

“Good,” a deep Russian voice says. I know it instantly. My eyes whip up to find Vadik, standing directly next to Abram. He always is. He likes to pretend Abram’s the one making the moves. But I know better. I’ve seen the way Vadik orders him around when I’m chained to the floor, being as still as possible so they forget I exist.

This is my chance. I don’t waste a second. The moment I see him, my hand is on the gun. I know Kane told me to stand behind him, but I can’t. I have to do this. I have to free myself of him.

“Fuck!” I hear Vince call out to my right just as I grip the gun and point it at Abram. One shot. Bang! I don’t waste any time I move the gun slightly as Vadik tries to grab Abram to shield himself.

Bang! The second shot grazes Vadik's arm, and other shots and screams ring out. I hit the arm he had wrapped around Abram. Abram’s limp body falls to the floor as two shots from someone else hit his chest.

Bang! Bullets whip past me, but I get off my shot and hit Abram in the chest as he aims his gun at me. Bang! A bullet skims past my thigh, slicing it. Maybe worse, but I don’t look. I don’t care. I’m prepared to die.

I run past Kane as he yells out for me to stay behind him. “No!” he screams, but his voice sounds distant. I’m faster than him, though. Both his hands are on his gun when he yells as I pass him, but he quickly reaches out a hand for me. He nearly grabs hold of my shirt to pull me back. But he misses. Bang! Bang! The bullets fly through the air as I get closer to my target.

I see everything in a blur. And then I only see him. He’s gripping his arm on the ground and reaching for a gun nearly two feet away from him. Bang!

His body jolts and he screams out as his hand flies to his chest. Bang! A bullet flies through the center of his throat. Bang! A headshot, and he lies motionless on the ground.

I fire again, but there’s no bang. Only a click. I watch as blood flows from the neat hole in his throat. It spills onto the concrete and pools around his neck. Again I pull the trigger. And again there’s only a click. Again. Again. Tears sting at the back of my eyes.

I need to kill him. But I’m out of bullets. His dark eyes stare back at me unmoving, threatening me. Like they did that night that he took me. After they’d all had their turn. After he’d killed my father. When I thought he’d end my life, instead he took me. He took Viagra so he could make sure he got everything he wanted from me. He tortured me. He trained me to be nothing but a toy for him. He used me to broker deals. He made sure I felt like a whore. Like I was nothing but a slave to him. Like I owed him for not taking my life.

Those eyes stare back at me. I point the gun, but nothing happens. Click. Click. Click. I hear screaming and bullets flying around me. Men run past me in a blur. Click. Click.

I can’t let him live. I drop to the ground. My knees slam hard into his chest as I smash the butt of the gun against his face. I do it as hard as I can. The gun stings my hand as the metal crunches bone. I raise my arm higher and slam it into his face again. And again. Hot blood splashes against my chest. I do it again, and instead of crunching bone I’m met with the sick sounds of soft flesh.

I look down at what I’ve done. I’m breathing heavily. My hand is covered in blood, still gripping the gun. My face and chest are splattered with blood. I look for his eyes in the mess beneath me. I gasp and hardly take in the sight before strong arms grip me from behind and pull me into him.

“Don’t look,” a voice whispers in my ear. Kane. The gun falls from my hand and I turn in his grasp.

“Kane.” I hold onto him. My fingers dig into his back. Kane. He’ll save me. He’ll fix this. Shock and horror grip my heart, stilling it and freezing my blood. “I’m sorry.” I pull away from him and look him in the eyes. My bottom lip trembles as I apologize again. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh. It’s alright. It’s alright.”

“Am I still your good girl?” I ask. He looks at me with a pained expression. I’m still good. I can be his good girl. It was only once. I’m still good. I can still be good. I need him to forgive me. I need to be his good girl. If I’m not, then I’m nothing. Images of Vadik’s eyes and his yellow teeth flash before my eyes. I hear his voice taunting me in my head. “You’re nothing but mine.” I bury my head in Kane’s chest and shake my head, willing the images to go away.

No. I’m not his. I’m not his. I’m Kane’s. I’m Kane’s good girl. I’m his good girl. I’m still good. “Please,” I whisper into his hard chest. Tears sting at the back of my eyes, threatening to fall, but not coming. “Am I still your good girl?” My voice cracks, and my throat dries with a harsh scratch on each word.

“Shh. You’re still my good girl.” His hand comes down on my back and runs soothing strokes over my tense body.

Everything’s alright. I lean into his embrace and breathe in deep. I take comfort in his warmth. I’m Kane’s now. The thought soothes a sick part of me. A darkness within me wanes, but it’s still there.