Dear Christian,

I am so sorry I have not been returning your phone calls and text messages for the last couple of days. I've had a lot of things on my mind to sort out lately, and the truth is that I'm not sure I'm ready to marry you. I know that writing you this letter isn't the best way to handle this, but to tell you all of this in person would give me an absolute nervous breakdown. I'm a coward, and I don't think I deserve you. I have to be completely honest with you at this point in our relationship, and this is unfortunately the only way I know how. There's been another man in my life. Without getting into all of the details, the fact of the matter is that I have not been faithful to you. For me to walk down the aisle and meet you at the altar with an honest look on my face would be impossible for me at this point, for I am not sure where my heart belongs. Therefore, I have decided to leave Seattle. I promise I will reconnect with you at some point in the hopefully not-to-distant future and explain myself better than I can in this letter, but for now, I need to be alone. I am enclosing the engagement ring you so graciously bestowed up me that one beautiful night. Some day you could find someone else who deserves this ring much more than I could ever pretend to. Please take care of yourself, and remember that I'll always love you.

Ana

Writing this letter to Christian was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Most of all because so much of the letter was filled with lies. I was still madly in love with Christian. I did not wish to call off our wedding, nor did I want to leave Seattle. However, there was some truth to the letter, which I was incidentally forced to write to Christian against my will. I had not been faithful to Christian. There indeed had been another man in my life. His name was Luke Sawyer.

Christian had hired Luke to be my bodyguard. This meant that Luke and I spent much time together while Christian was travelling the world on business as he frequently does. One thing led to another, and I had allowed myself to give in to a night of passion with Luke shortly before Christian had proposed to me. I hated myself for what I did that night, but there was something about Luke that made me weak. I hated myself even more for continuing to sleep with Luke several times thereafter.

My relationship with Luke got the point where he pressured me to call off the wedding by telling me he was in love with me. I told him that our relationship was just physical and that there was nothing more to it besides that, not that this made my choices any more justifiable. This would lead to a huge fight by Luke insisting that I was denying my feelings for him and that there was no way I could fake the passion I had shown whenever we had made love. When he threatened to expose our relationship to Christian, I said, "Fine! Go ahead! In fact, I will tell him myself, because I love Christian and he deserves to know the truth!"

I guess I had left Luke with no other choice. For Christian to find out that Luke had been sleeping with me would certainly lead to Luke's demise. This is when I was kidnapped by Luke. He's been holding me captive at his apartment inside Christian's building ever since.

"Have you finished writing the letter to Christian?" Luke said when he walked into the room where he had been holding me captive.

"It's all here," I said confidently. "Read it for yourself. I wrote down everything you told me to, but he'll never believe it. He will know something is up. You'll never get away with this."

"This is very touching, and I can see that you put a lot of emotion into this," said Luke when he finished reading the letter he had forced me to write to Christian. "Why can't you just admit that what you just wrote down here really IS an accurate portrayal of how you truly feel. Sure, I told you in general what to put down on this letter, but these words you wrote down just now came from your heart! You know you want this to happen. You know you won't to run away with me. You're in love with me just as much as I'm in love with you! Why can't you just admit that?"

"Luke, you're crazy!" I shouted. "I'm in love with Christian, and I intend to marry him. You're not thinking straight. You need help. You can't expect to win my love by kidnapping me and keeping me tied up forever! This is insane! Just tear up that stupid letter and let's talk about this like two adults!"

"Look, Ana...I'm sorry I've had to put you through all of this, but in the end, you'll know that you and I were meant to be together. We can talk about this later, but now I need to leave you for a little while. I have to make sure that this letter ends up in Christian's inbox, so I'm going to have to tie you up again before I leave."

"Could you at least have the decency to let me use the bathroom first?" I asked.

"Of course," Luke said, has he took my by the hand and walked me to the bathroom.

After being tied up for so long, I really did have to pee, but there was an ulterior motive for my request to use the bathroom. As soon as I was flushed the toilet, I turned on the water, hoping to buffer any noise I was about to make while rummaging through the bathroom drawers. I was looking for something sharp enough to cut through rope. What I found was a hand held mirror inside one of the drawers. With the water still running, I took hold of the mirror by it's handle and wrapped it around a hand towel before smashing it across the edge of the marble vanity.

"Are you almost done in there?" asked Luke from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Jeez, would you give a girl a few minutes to freshen up already?" I shouted back. I then opened up the hand towel and set it on the vanity. After picking up one of the larger shards of glass, I placed it into the back pocket of my blue jeans. To cover my tracks, I then carefully picked up the towel and dumped the rest of the broken glass into a garbage can and covered up the evidence with a bunch of tissues. When I opened the bathroom door, Luke was right there waiting for me.

Luke brought me back into the small room in his apartment where he had been keeping me tied up. The hard wooden chair was the only thing inside the room, and after he had me sit down, Luke walked to the back of where I was seated. After pulling my arms back, Luke placed both of my hands together behind the back of the chair. I could then feel him begin to tie the rope around my wrists once again.

"Do you realize what Christian is going to do when he finds out what you've done with me?" I asked, as Luke tied a first knot, followed by a second knot to the rope that now kept my hands tied behind the back of my chair once again.

"Who says Christian ever has to find out?" Luke asked rhetorically, as he moved to the front of my chair with the other piece of rope in his hand. After placing my feet close together, all I could do is watch, as Luke began to tie the rope around my ankles.

"You can't keep me here forever," I said to Luke, as he cinched off the final knots to the rope that once again kept my feet tightly bound together. "People are going to be looking for me."

"You and I are going on a little road trip tomorrow, and we're going someplace where nobody will ever find us," Luke said after he finished tying me up.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, as Luke reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the red bandanna that he had gagged me with earlier.

"You'll find out soon enough," Luke said while walking to the back of my chair while he rolled up the bandanna and stretched it out from side to side. Now please open you mouth for me.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth wide enough to allow Luke to gag me. My heart was pounding in my chest, as Luke forced the middle of the bandanna back into my mouth before tying both ends together behind my head. With Luke about to leave the apartment, I knew I was about to have perhaps my one and only chance to escape if I could somehow reach that piece of broken glass in my back pocket.

After Luke tied my gag back into place, he placed the letter into an envelope, and was just about to seal it before saying, "I almost forgot the most important thing."

He then returned to the back of my chair, where I could feel him removing the gorgeous 5 carat engagement ring from my very finger. I felt a tear stream down my face, thinking about the romantic and unforgettable moment when Christian proposed to me. Now, Luke was taking that all away, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever see Christian again. Another tear streamed down the other side of my face when I watched Luke insert my ring into the envelope before sealing it shut.

After checking the knots to my bindings to make sure they were tight enough, Luke kissed me on the forehead, and left me there tied up. Now that I was alone, I knew I had to act quickly. I wasn't sure exactly how Luke had planned to get the letter into Christian's inbox, but with Christian's office being in the same building where Luke was holding me captive, I knew it wouldn't take Luke very long. Immediately, I arched my back, desperately trying to reach back as far as I could with my bound hands. A trickle of hope suddenly made my heart flutter! My fingertips could now feel the broken piece of glass inside my back pocket!