Although she is tied up, she tries her best to make enchanting, seductive gestures. She feels awkward, but she hopes they'll have the desired effect on her captor.

"Can you help me again?" she whispers.

She leans against the bathroom door as if she's still weak, consciously arranging her body to show it off. The man makes a strange sound, and she wonders if she's overstepped the line.

"Did I take this too far?" she wonders, "Does he see through my act?"

Avery stumbles forward a few steps, "Where are you? Come over and help me."

Evan Howel stands less than two meters away from her. He narrows his eyes with desire when he hears her voice. Avery intentionally stumbles, rolling her ankle.

"Ow," she complains, "I think I just sprained my ankle. Can you hold me? I don't think I can stand it."

Evan's expression quickly shifts from desire to rage. He knows that Avery has no idea that he's changed places with the guard, and he's furious that she's being so sexual. Whenever he tries to seduce her, she responds with anger and contempt, but here she is willingly seducing some stranger. Her shirt was unbuttoned and her cleavage is on display for everyone to see.

"What a slut," Evan thinks, "I warned her not to seduce any other man."

He looks at her again and feels a torrent of conflicting emotions rising in his chest. Step by step, he walks toward her, trying to decide if he wants to kill or fuck her.

"She's ruthless," he thinks, "I tore this city apart looking for her, and the whole time she was seducing another man."

He finally reaches her. He grabs her and starts to drag her down the hall. Though Avery is blindfolded, she can tell that she's being taken to another place. She starts to panic. She wanted to distract her captor and steal the keys, but she didn't anticipate that he might try to take her.

The man's hot breath touches the top of her head, and she can't help but think that it reminds her of Evan. Avery shakes her head and tries to focus. She's not sure where the man is taking her, but she has to be ready to fight him off if he gives in to his carnal desires. She knows her chances aren't great—he's obviously stronger than her and she's still handcuffed and blindfolded.

"I didn't think you'd be so anxious to get me alone?" she says, trying to keep her voice calm, "Can you untie me first?"

Evan wants to kill her, but he removes the rope from her legs. Avery ponders what to do next. She wants to ask him to take the handcuffs off, but she's afraid to arouse his suspicions.

"Do you want me to help take off your clothes?" Avery fumbles awkwardly and rests her hands on the man's chest, trying to undo his buttons.

Evan feels his entire body throb with rage. He wants to stop her—he feels sick to his stomach with the knowledge that she believes she's seducing a stranger. But another part of him wanted to see how far she'll go, what things she'll give another man but deny to him.

She runs her hands down his body, trying to feel for the key, but she finds nothing. She could have sworn she heard the keys jingling on his body before.

"Can you help me to unlock the handcuffs?" she asks seductively, "It's difficult to serve you when I'm wearing them."

"Difficult to serve?" Evan thinks furiously.

He suddenly grabs her hands and jerks them into the air above her head.

"What are you doing?" Avery asks fearfully.

She knew she was playing with fire by trying to seduce the man, but now she senses that her plan has failed. She assumed that he wouldn't dare to touch her without permission from his boss, but she sees she miscalculated. The man is determined to have her and she wants to scream.

She tries to kick the man, but with the blindfold it's hard to know where to aim. Instead of kicking him in the groin, her foot connects with his thigh. With a growl, the man separates her legs and stands between them.

"What are you doing?" she says, "Let me go, please."

The man kisses her. Avery grinds her teeth and tries to pull away. The thought of a strange man kissing her makes her want to scream. She bites down on his lip hard. The shock of the bite forces Evan to pull away and loosen his grip on her arms. Avery raises her head and butts him in the face. He groans and she hopes she's broken his nose.

"Don't touch me," she screams, "You know who I am, and I swear to God, I will make you suffer if you touch me again."

Evan is confused.

"Why is she fighting back all of a sudden?" he wonders, "Just a minute ago, she was trying to seduce me. Does she just like to seduce men?"

Upon realizing that the man is hesitating, Avery asks, "Please, can you let me go?"

Evan stretches out his hand and touches the black cloth that covers Avery's eyes. Realization dawns on him and relief floods through his body. Avery wasn't trying to seduce her captor, she just wanted to search him for the keys and convince him to take the handcuffs off.

He wants to take the cloth of her eyes and let her know it's him, but then he remembers everything she's put him through. He thinks about all the ways she's humiliated him. Today, she risked her life just to escape from him. The thought makes him unhappy and he wants to punish her.

He licks the blood from the corner of his mouth and kisses her again. Avery screams into his mouth and sways her head back and forth, but her struggle is useless.

"Let me go. I don't like it this way," she begs, "Can you slow down?"

"Too bad. I like it this way," the man growls against her mouth.

Avery freezes.

"Is it my imagination, or does that man sound exactly like Evan?" she wonders, "But how can that be? I'm almost certain Leonie kidnapped me. How could Evan be here?"

Suddenly she feels the man pull her pants down. She hears the sound of his zipper and he thrusts into her hard and cruel. It hurts and she winced. Worse than the physical pain, is the thought that a stranger is raping her. Tears leak from her eyes and wet the blindfold.

"I thought I could handle everything, but I was so wrong," she thinks, "I wish I'd just stayed at the Howel mansion. I never imagined this would happen."

Evan hears her crying and he stops thrusting. He wanted to upset her, but her tears unnerve him. He grabs her jaw and examines her face—she looks more miserable than he's ever seen her before. He wonders what happened to the hellcat who fought off his every advance in the last few days.

She makes a small pained sound and he kisses her again. He kisses her deeply and gently, and she can't shake the illusion that the man kisses Evan. She's never kissed anyone else besides Evan, but the more the man kisses her, the more she becomes convinced that he's her husband. She inhales deeply and notices his distinct smell.

Time moves slowly as he kisses her and she feels as if she's immersed in a dream. She feels unsteady and she hears the man whisper something—again his voice sounds like Evan's.

"I must be desperate if I'm imagining that this man is Evan," she thinks.

She gives into the fantasy and imagines that the man is Evan. He pulls away from her mouth, and she tries to speak but only emits a soft, sexual moan.

The sound makes Evan want to scream, and he grabs her roughly.

"She enjoys it with a strange man," he thinks.

The thought feels like a blade to his heart.

"Avery, don't you know how to refuse?" he asks brokenly.

Avery stiffens upon hearing the voice again.

"It sounds like him," she thinks, "Am I going crazy or is this reality?"

"I want to kill you," he says, grabbing her neck with both hands and thrusting deeper inside her.

Evan loses control and begins to fuck her violently. Overwhelmed by stress and still exhausted from her illness, Avery blacks out.