Inside, she turned on the water and sat on the white, stainless surface. Legs drawn in to her breasts, arms around her knees, head resting on her kneecaps, cool plastic under her buttocks, water cascading down on her hair and back, she withdrew into herself. I’m in deep shit. Way shittier than I ever was with Billy. Gosh, if you weren’t such a nerd, Billy, I’d miss you. Okay, you’re boring, but with you at least, I know where I stand. What now? What should I do? That guy is a real person with real feelings. Dear God, I need a little help here. She wasn’t fooled. Although he had jumped her bones pretty roughly, what they had just shared couldn’t be called sex. Not in a million years. Like two souls in desperate need of a haven, they had made love. Real love. Out of the blue, Jany was reminded of a true story she had read a long time ago about a woman who had fallen in love with her abductor. Not only had the psychopath kidnapped, beaten, and raped her, but he had held her prisoner for weeks before she was finally rescued by the police.
