Prologue
"You see, I don't think this relationship can be strictly platonic, "he whispered in her ear. "I have this sort of dominance problem when it comes to the women I date. Nothing personal." She gulped loudly. "Oh relax," he breathed, "You might actually learn to like it after awhile." She couldn't believe how she had ended up in this situation... He tricked her. This whole time, everything was just a game. The friendship she had always cherished diminished as soon as she found out his plans to kidnap her, and when she tried to get help, it was too late. She didn't understand it; what had she missed? Her career was to have been part of the FBI's elite profiler team, able to pick out the sickest of the sick in the world. And yet here she found herself, tied up in a hotel room pleading for her life. "Why are you doing this to me?" She asked. He snorted. "Why am I doing this to YOU? Because I love you." He smiled at her slyly. She rolled her eyes; he had been saying that for the last hour and knew he didn't mean it. Then again, maybe he did. "You love me? Then why are you hurting me?" His face turned to an expression of shock. "Hurting you? I think not. I'm protecting you. They think that they can take you away from me, but they can't. I am here to keep you safe. To love you. To make you mine, "he rasped, close to her ear and she turned away in disgust. "I don't want to be yours!" She shouted, and she suddenly felt a huge slap across the face and the feeling of a gag being shoved into her mouth. "Listen to me, "he whispered in a quiet rage, "I'm not hurting you...yet. Another outburst like that and I'll have to teach you a lesson about keeping your mouth shut. Got it?"