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When Cass finally woke up, it was morning and the sunlight poured in through the window. She winced at the bright light and rubbed her eyes. She woke up with a very different feeling than the last time. She had been so scared of what would happen to her, but now that she had heard what Colin had to stay, for some reason the feeling of panic had been replaced by something more like relief. There was always the chance that Colin was lying, but she knew in her heart that he wasn't. His actions weren't those of a maniac, but those of a desperate man. He was a man who was consumed by guilt for allowing his younger sister to be caused so much pain by the man she had married.
The smell of coffee brewing made her more alert, and her stomach growled. That gign of hunger made Cass wonder how long she had been out. She sat up and put her legs over the edge of the bed. She wondered if her ankle had healed any, and braced herself for the pain that was sure to come. As she stepped off the side of the bed, she was suddenly seized with an immense pain that shot up her ankle and calf. She cried out at sat back down on the bed, feeling utterly helpless.
She heard heavy footsteps walking down that hall, and looked up expectantly as Colin appeared in the doorway with a tentative smile on his face. With his lips in the upturned motion of a smile, she could see the lush fullness of his sensual lips. Cass felt her body become slightly aroused as she remembered what his lips had felt like pressed against her own.
Colin looked at her strangely as she shuddered. Her face turned red as she was embarrassed of being caught staring.
"Do you need help, Cass," he asked anxiously. "I wasn't sure how you would feel when you got up, but I doubt that the ankle has been healed overnight."
"It isn't as bad as last night, but still causes me a lot of pain when I put any weight on it," she replied.
He then strode over and lifted her off the bed as if she was weightless. They then repeated the routine of him helping her to the restroom that they had done last night. He waited at the door, his stomach in knots because he was unsure of what would happen next. Despite the tough uncaring front that he had put up towards her to complete his task, that was not the kind of person that he was. Desperation had caused him to do what he did, but he could feel desire, and maybe something more, for Cass.
Cass again leaned against the counter and looked into the mirror, again trying to fix her appearance. Knowing what had driven Colin kidnap her, and his admission that he had wanted to keep her safe, caused strange feelings to start to assail her. She had never been around a man like him in her life- save her father. He was strong and loyal, and was willing to do anything to protect those whom he loved. From the simple cabin that they were at, she could sense that material things were not of a high importance to him. Cass had been used to men who acted more like petulant children, and spent their trust funds like there was no tomorrow. These are the reasons that she was still a virgin, even at 22. 'If only Dave was more like Colin', she thought to herself, and then chuckled as she realized that she was wishing her boyfriend were more like her kidnapper.
Colin heard her laugh in the restroom. He hoped that was a sign that she would at least be friendly, and hopefully not try to escape again. Of course he knew that she had every right to remain furious and demand that he take her home. He would probably comply. He would have to again stress how important it was to follow through with the plan. He figured that with her knowing what was going on things might go a little smoother. Then again, she probably wouldn't want to go along with extorting her father.
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Jack awoke to the sound of his cell phone ringing nearby. At first he was tempted to silence it, but then jumped up remembering the events of the past few days, and hoping that it was news about Cass. He looked at the caller ID, and saw that it was a blocked number. A feeling of anxiety came over him, for he had the feeling that it was the kidnapper on the other line.
"Greetings, Mr. Connelly. I have to admit that I am disappointed," the voice in the receiver said. "I have noticed the Police Chief at your home a few times; I thought that you would have been smarter than that?"
"He-- " Jack stammered.
"No time for excuses, Mr. Connelly," said the deep male voice. "You have more important things to do, like getting my money. Just so you know because of your error, I will be unable to let poor little Cassandra speak to you. I was so hoping to let her hear your assuring voice ... she is so very afraid."
"If you hurt one hair on her head ..." Jack yelled.
"No need to get worked up, Mr. Connelly. She is unharmed for now. I will be in touch. You have three days to get the money."
After the phone clicked off, Jack threw it against the wall. Lori heard the noise and ran into the room. She glanced down at the phone, relieved that he had not broken it. She jumped back, unsure of what was going on.
"Jack," she called out tentatively.
"It was him, Lori," he yelled. "That monster... if he hurts her..."
Lori strode over to where Jack was standing, and put her had on his arm lightly. She was a little tentative to do so as she remembered what had happened the last time she did that to him. He then quickly whirled around and started to walk out of his room.
"Get the Chief on the phone, tell him what is going on." he called back to her over his shoulder. "I'll go and try to get the money together."
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Cass sat in the living room after a filling breakfast, as Colin went outside to collect more firewood. The cabin itself was silent, but she could hear the sounds of the wilderness through the open window. The mountain air gave a slight chill through the blanket that she was wearing over her shoulders.