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Stolen: Killian's Pretty Broken Toy

You wake up and you do not know where you are. The last thing you remember is the closet — the dark, the rope, the men outside the door. Now the rope is gone. The gag is gone. You are on a mattress in a room with no windows, and there is a man sitting in a chair across from you, watching you with the kind of patience that has never once been interrupted. His name is Killian Voss. He is not the man who took you the first time. He is something else entirely — quieter, cleaner, and far more certain of what he wants. He killed four armed men to get you out of that closet. Not to save you. To keep you. He has already decided you are his. The only question left — the one burning behind those calm, unreadable eyes — is how long it takes you to stop pretending otherwise.