"This is so f*****g 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 the drawer shut. Over her dead body.
But she didn't really have anything else, at least not something that belonged to her. Crammed in the backpack she'd brought with her belongings was two pairs of jeans, a pair of leggings, two T-shirts and a selection of socks and panties. While she had been in the dining
