"This is so fucking stupid," Maria muttered to herself as she stood in the closet of her new bedroom. She was wearing a towel and her wet hair was dripping down her back and shoulders. She'd given it a quick pass over with the towel, but she had things to do and places to be. Like the bedroom of her captor.

She was trying to decide what to wear and she wasn't seeing a full suit of armour tucked away in the massive closet. She fingered the drawer full of lingerie, snorted and slammed ...