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</div></div>Cora didn't move an inch as Aoi's truth rolled around in her head. It was true, she was a commodity and so very easy to replace, what the hell was she thinking. She felt her body begin to shake, as the reality of the situation dawned on her and, as if on queue, the door opened and the man known as Dana was shown in.<br/><br/>Cora risked a glance and immediately wished she hadn't. His expression was smug, but the underlying tones were predatory. She didn't know him all that well but this was a stark contrast to the man she had drinks with before. Just what was he going to do? If he was going to go out of his way to make a deal for her specifically, he must have thought long and hard about it.<br/><br/>Aoi left with final words that licked sharply at the wounds he'd caused and she closed her eyes, with hopes now gone and she retreated into herself. Her face was expressionless, her breathing was deep and heavy. She thought about all the different items in the room she could use to defend herself, what did it matter if it displeased Aoi now, he'd cast her out and delivered her neatly packaged. The thought sat longer than others but unless she planned on impaling him with a chair there really wasn't much she could do but kick, bite and scratch.<br/><br/>At this point he started opening the bag from his shoulder and he asked her to undress. She saw gloves, clamps, rope... What the fuck was he going to do? the knife came out and the situation became much more tense.<br/><br/>She didn't give the man the satisfaction of looking at him, instead she simply spat at his feet a clear sign that she wasn't going to make this easy for him.<br/>"I don't know who the fuck you are, but if you think i'm going to just roll over for you to do... whatever the fuck that is..., you clearly didn't get the message the first time." She began to scream for help, banging on the door, hoping that someone...  anyone would hear her and come to her aid. What else did she have left. She felt tears trickle into her eyes and roll down her cheeks as she slumped down to her knees.