The bottom drawer held two book-like objects, bothcovered in hand-tooled dark leather. The first was a locked diary. Itwould take some careful work to...get past the lock, but Brad knew hewould find a way. Maybe he could find the key to it hidden somewhere.The idea of reading a unknown woman's inner thoughts was too strong toresist. Opening the second book he found it was a photo album. It held20 vinyl pages, each page able to hold two pictures on each side. Itwas about half-full. The first page,. Ian’s breath caught in his throat.?You’re not woman enough to—??To what? Cut you up and have my way with you? Force you to have sex with me? I hardly have to force any man to have sex with me. What I have to make you do is understand,? she drew the blade along his chin, ?That you are now my loyal servant.??Not on your life,? Ian swallowed hard. The cold steel against his skin didn’t make him any more comfortable. ?And the best part,? her tone became syrupy sweet, ?is I won’t need this knife. Instead, he took my hand and, saying, “I think we need to go upstairs,” he led me to the bed room. He sat on my vanity stool and stood me in front of him. He reversed my father’s process, I got my lecture first.“Abbie, I deserve more respect than was shown this evening, please let’s not have a repeat performance,” he said and he bent me over his knees.My cocktail dress came up and my panties came down and I got ten of his best. He hit harder than Daddy, the tears in my eyes were real but so. For seven years, my whole world had revolved around her.Now there she was, standing on the pavement in the drizzling rain, outside a block of flats in the city. Two suitcases at her feet and a table lamp in her hand. I remembered that table lamp, it was one that her mother gave her; it was the only piece of furniture she'd taken from the house.I'm not really sure how long I stood hidden in that shop doorway watching her; wondering what she intended to do; besides get soaked to the bone, that.