Chapter 57 For The First Three Days

• For the next three days, I work on Beth’s portrait. She patiently models for me, and I find myself so busy that I hardly think about Patrick at all. It’s only at night that I have a chance to miss him—to feel the cold emptiness of my king-sized bed as I lie there aching for his embrace. He’s gotten me so addicted that a week without him feels like a cruel punishment—one that I find infinitely worse than any sexual torture my captor has doled out thus far.
• “Did Patrick say when he’s going to be back?” I ask Beth as I’m putting the final touches on the painting. “He’s already been gone for seven days.”
• She shakes her head. “No, but he’ll be here as soon as he can manage. He can’t stay away from you, Katie , you know that.”