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'Call the cops,' Rose said bluntly. 'I don't think so,' Lord Rellik said pleasantly. 'And if we're going to get picky, it would be call the police, my lord. But never mind. In either case, it isn't happening. And you are in no position to dictate the terms, and I wouldn't advise you to push me.' 'Your as much of a lord as I am a virgin,' Rose replied tartly. 'What's the alternative?' 'A singularly good question,' Rellik said. 'Let's answer it together - and let's start, if we may, by considering your position. Chained to a seat and entirely at my mercy. You burgled the wrong mansion, twinkle-toes. No amount of sneaking about helps when there are motion sensors underneath the floorboards. But burgle my mansion, you did. And catch you, we did. Which brings us to the here and now. And it strikes me that your fate is for me to decide. Do you agree?' 'Clearly,' Rose spat. 'But I say again, what options do you have?' 'Legally, just the one. Calling the police and letting them deal with you.

A key rattled in the lock, and Jorge walked into the bedroom, a wicked grin plastered to his face as he sneered down at Mallorie, who lay fully clothed on the bed, her hands tied behind her back, her mouth gagged shut. "Come on, twinkle toes." he cackled, grabbing her arm and hauling her to her feet. There was something about the way he called her that...it made her skin crawl. He led her into the main room of the apartment, where sat Elizabeta and two burly guys that Mal didn't know. Jorge steered her onto the sofa and dumped her down there, removing the gag from her mouth. "Thirsty." Mallorie rasped. Elizabeta nodded to Jorge, who immediately pressed a bottle of water to her lips. She drank greedily, soothing her parched, aching throat. She hadn't had a drink - nor eaten - since they came for her last night. Liz smiled sadly. "I guess you know why your here, sweetie." Mallorie trembled, and felt tears well up in her eyes. "Please don't kill me..." she whispered. Elizabeta stared