<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png)</div><br/>Verona looked at him quizzically, was he for real? First he asked her who she was but then he was assuring her that she would love it here. Watching him smoke and move to the window she furrowed her brow in consternation. This was seriously not happening, did he truly expect her to stay here with him? Obviously the guy was an ego maniac. She stood up slowly as he turned to face her, anger now flared in her eyes.<br/><strong>“I won’t be staying here, you can do what you damn well please but I won’t be staying.”</strong><br/><br/>She immediately took a step away from the seat towards the door she had entered though she still faced him.<br/><strong>“What does it take for you to get it into your head… I am not a slave girl and just because you paid some fool for me does not mean you owe me! I am a human being and damned right I’m not like the others … because I don’t belong here!”</strong><br/><br/>Verona wondered herself then just how many of these other girls were in a similar position to her. How many of them had been taken and sold to this man. Just because he was good looking meant nothing, he was a male pig buying women to flounce about after him! Indignant she glared at him, her hands balling into fists.<br/><strong>“You cannot keep me here, don’t even think to try!”</strong><br/>