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Give yourself to me. All your suffering will end if you only say yes."

If she had had a knife she would have used it then, not to kill him, but to kill herself. To think no one cared enough to search for her was unpalatable. Still, she would die before she gave this man what he wanted. She shoved him away.

"I would rather die. I will never love you."

"Then so you shall."

But he had continued to come to every night at the same time, and on each visit promised her food if she would only give him what he wanted. "You shall have nothing to eat until you say you love me," he had said, and he remained steadfast in his resolve. No amount of pleading or begging would stir his sympathy. There were only three words he wanted to hear, and if he did not, then she would wither away to nothing.

At first, as the hunger gnawed at her reason and her body cried out against the injustices being visited upon it, she contemplated telling him what he wanted to hear. What were three little words? It wasn't as though she had to mean them. She could say them, get the food, and then go back to hating him. Fair enough.

But he wanted more than that. He knew as well as she that words were merely syllables strung together. He wanted proof. He wanted her body, her mind, and her soul. Why don't you just rape me? She had screamed at him. Raping you would be too easy, he replied in that quiet, patient voice he used with her a voice pitched to gain her trust and confidence despite his horrendous act. Violence is for fools. And besides, I would only have your body then. I want more than that. I want all of you.

And so it went. He never displayed anger with her. His manner at all times was carefully solicitous. He brought her books and trinkets and inquired as to her health and well being. At first he had brought games of chess and cards to play with her, but she refused by throwing them in his face and screaming obscenities at him until he had finally ceased bringing them at all. The only time he had used any kind of force against her was when she tried to gouge his eyes out with a shard of glass. He pinned her to the bed and threatened to tie her there permanently if she did not cease her rash behavior. Fearful of being made even more helpless, Sylvie gave up on the more obvious means of escape. He was too strong and too cunning to defeat by conventional means. He knew her mind and her thought processes and had taken precautions against her. He had studied his victim long and knew her better than

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