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  Found

  *having been discovered by chance or unexpectedly. *discover after deliberate search. *discover oneself to be in a particular situation. *succeed in obtaining something. *identify something or someone as being present.

  Suspense / Erotic Version by

  Jodi Kae

  Found

  Copyright © 2016 by Jodi Kae

  Found is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Found (Saved By Love, #2)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine | Deceive:

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Epilogue:

  Chapter One | Fate:

  Chapter Two | Obsession:

  Author’s Bio

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  Warning

  This book contains scenes of violence, graphic language, mild sexual content and other aspects that some may find disturbing.

  Reader discretion is advised.

  Dedication

  To Jennifer, thank you for all of the endless hours of constructive criticism; for hating Jax in “Lost” and loving him in “Found;” for laughing with me, not at me, for my misuse of words. Last but not least, for being the kind of friend who can read my books and not think less of me. Thank you for ten years of a perfect friendship.

  To Toni, thank you for being my biggest fan. For begging me to write faster so you can find out what happens sooner than the release date. I have been encouraged to keep writing knowing that people like you fell in love with my characters like I did.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Warning

  Dedication

  Chapter One - Captive

  Chapter Two – Stockholm syndrome

  Chapter Three - Ploy

  Chapter Four - Confusion

  Chapter Five - Perception

  Chapter Six – Introduction

  Chapter Seven – Façade

  Chapter Eight - Undermine

  Chapter Nine - Deceive

  Chapter Ten - Preserve

  Chapter Eleven - Assure

  Chapter Twelve – Re-signed

  Chapter Thirteen - Satisfy

  Chapter Fourteen - Shelter

  Chapter Fifteen - Pacify

  Chapter Sixteen - Regret

  Chapter Seventeen - Appease

  Chapter Eighteen - Comfort

  Chapter Nineteen - Satisfy

  Chapter Twenty - Crave

  Chapter Twenty-one - Sustain

  Chapter Twenty-two - Torture

  Chapter Twenty-three - Recover

  Chapter Twenty-four - Pleasure

  Chapter Twenty-five - Release

  Chapter Twenty-six - Promise

  Chapter Twenty-seven - Bliss

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Captive:

  *a person who has been taken prisoner or an animal that has been confined. *having no freedom to choose alternatives or to avoid something. *controlled by, and typically for the use of, an organization.

  Sitting in Cutters with a cigar in one hand and a whiskey in the other, I am selectively listening to my partner, Troy Savage, drone on about the blonde at the bar.

  “Dude, come on, it’s just a little wager. Real or fake?”

  Glancing once more at the beautiful, extremely voluptuous blonde, to see her lick her lips and smile seductively my way. “Real.” Sav stands up and throws a twenty on the table.

  “You’re on. There is no way that she is blessed with that ass and real tits. It’s either one or the other, not both.”

  The look on his face tells me he’s remembering the one that got away.

  “Except that one time.” He mumbles.

  I smile and watch him work as he walks up to the bar and slings his arm around the blonde. He’s whispering something in her ear, and she looks my way shyly. I’m pretty sure that woman does not have a submissive bone in her body. I can usually pick one from a mile away just by the way she carries herself. This busty blonde shows way too much confidence to bow down to any man. Sav reaches for her hand and pulls her off the stool and heads my way.

  “Hey Jax, this is Sami. Sami this is Jax. He’ll join us shortly.

  That stupid bastard! Reaching forward and taking her hand, I place a kiss to her delicate knuckles. “My pleasure, Sami.” She blushes a rosy pink and Sav leads her away and into one of the back rooms. I’m pretty sure he is getting his ass handed to him tonight; I might enjoy watching that show.

  Troy Savage is an agent and my partner with the FBI. He is also a womanizer and a damn good one at that. Normally, I wouldn’t mind joining that little party, which is no doubt what he promised her. Unfortunately, my mind is occupied by a green-eyed brunette who needs some saving of her own. After looking into a missing person’s case for Derek, a good friend of mine and local P.I., my mind constantly wanders to the missing Victoria James. Missing since April 15th, taken along with her sister Serenity James. Derek called me two days ago in a panic about some girl he found in the woods. He claims she was barely clinging to life, so he took her to his hidden lair and had been playing doctor ever since. She has amnesia so she can’t confirm my suspicions about who she is or what happened to her, but I have a pretty good idea. From the little information Derek could give me about his mystery guest, I am almost positive that he has Serenity hidden away in his secret cabin on the mountain, and I will find Victoria in The House if I’m not too late.

  My infiltration into The House and the organization started over a month ago when Sully, the organization’s boss, approached me one night at The X Club. After watching me for twenty minutes work over a sub at the horse, he claimed he was interested in me for a job. He had no idea that I was FBI so this intrigued me. I wanted to see where this job offer led and try to put a few sadistic bastards behind bars. At first, he made it sound like an underground sex ring, involving women who had no idea what they had signed on for, but eventually they come around to be willing participants. The willing part is probably a far stretch from the truth. I told him I didn’t give a shit about women’s rights and that had him hooked. After meeting with him several nights a week for a month, he asked me to train a sub under complicated circumstances. That complication turned out to be sexual experience; she didn’t have any but needed to be trained to give pleasure.

  Sully also informed me that two of his guards had taken off with one of the products about a week ago and he needed fresh eyes in The House to get things back to normal. The two thieving guards were found dead. However, his product was still missing. He is out searching for the missing girl near Hartford Connecticut, about an hour from the crash site. Hopefully, Derek will lay low until I can get him information or a positive I.D. on his mystery guest. Once I am im
mersed into this organization, and can identify Serenity or Victoria, we will bring Sully down. That is where I’m headed on Monday, into The House.

  Ten minutes later, a mussed up Sav comes panting to my table just as a text dings on my phone.

  “Dude, you don’t get to keep the twenty, but she isn’t going to wait all night.”

  Looking down, the text reads, “TONIGHT.” “Shit! Sorry Mate, gotta go. I’ll see ya when I see ya. Remember, Montauk by Sunday.” He curses behind me as I leave, but is sure to head back to the blonde and all will be right in his world. At least until he realizes that the plastic blonde is a Domme or he remembers what he’s trying to forget.

  ∞∞∞

  One week, six days and thirteen hours ago is when my nightmare started. How one bad decision can turn into a lifetime of regrets is beyond my realm of thinking. Your twenty-first birthday is supposed to be the best birthday, the most monumental, the most unforgettable birthday ever. Well, it was, just not for the reasons people would think.

  Naked and terrified of them returning, I glance at my watch once again. When they stripped me of everything I own but my watch, I was baffled. Now I know that this is how they have chosen to break me. Every minute, every hour and every day or week that passes with no rescue in sight has me losing hope for any rescue at all. When hope is lost, people tend to accept their lot in life for what it is.

  During the first week, I stared at the second hand on my watch as it went around and around until my vision went blurry. Singing “Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock,” over and over again, sent my guards into a rage. On the fifth day, they took my cushion, my water, and food and left me alone for twelve hours, still with my watch. Dying of thirst and discomfort was the first step of my undoing. I have never been uncomfortable in my life. I have a great home with a wonderful father and the best sister anyone could ask for. Having trustworthy friends and surrounding myself with nice boys has made my life easy. Not being prepared or taught, but being forced into learning that there is this kind of depravity in the world, is the second step to my undoing.

  The door opens, and Sir walks in. Scrambling to my position on my knees, legs spread wide with my hands palm up on top of my thighs and eyes cast down, pleases Sir.

  “Very good, Pet. You are going to please your master greatly.”

  He walks towards me to stand in front of me so I can only see his shoes, then pats my head. Chills race down my spine, and I pray that he will stop touching me before I shiver in disgust.

  “Your new potential master has requested that your training becomes more sexual. Even though his first request was of innocence, now he wishes for a little more experience. He is very pleased by our videos showing your obedience, but now he wants to see you perform for a sexual dominant. I’m pretty sure he is a voyeur, and your sole job will be to perform with others while he watches. The only reason I’m giving you this information, is because I like you, Pet. Your obedience makes me look good, and I want you to be prepared for what comes next. I’m hoping that you like me too and will reward me for my kindness.”

  With my silence, I hope he gets the message that I will never willingly touch this man, or any other in this house, for that matter. I glance up with my eyes only and can see his fists clench and open several times. Will he strike me this time for not agreeing to his sexual favors? Nausea overwhelms me, and I gulp several times to keep the bile down. I have always felt safe in the knowledge that Sir would never touch me in a sexual way. Now he is threatening my very sanity. After the longest minute of my life, he finally breaks the silence.

  “I am very sad to say that our time together has come to an end. Your new guard is well versed in sexual dominance and is being brought in special for you........ tonight.”

  Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! What in the hell has this world come to? The thought of being forced into a sexual scene with a man who does this for a living has crippled my thought process, but what he says next is my final undoing.

  “Oh, by the way, I know that we told you that your sister was not taken when you were. We lied.”

  My breath freezes in my lungs, and black spots swim in my vision. I remember standing at the curb waiting for a cab with Ren, and then I woke up here. When I asked where she was, they told me she was not wanted, and they left her at the bar. This one piece of information is what I’ve clung to for the last thirteen days. Knowing that she would never stop searching for me as long as there was breath in her body has kept me sane.

  “Unfortunately, she was not as trainable as you and perished in a car accident last week. I’m sorry for your loss, but you must realize that this is one less person that will be looking for you so you might as well resign yourself to your fate.”

  He walks out saying nothing more, as I curl up on my cushion and die inside.

  ∞∞∞

  I call The House to give them a new contact number for me. “I don’t want any distractions while I work so I had my old number disconnected. Contact me on this number from now on.”

  “What is your E.T.A.?” The head guard barks into the phone.

  “About forty-five minutes if traffic stays clear. Why?”

  “Slim decided to divulge some info to the product you are training, and she has become unresponsive. Not sure if she’s in shock or has mentally broke, but it’s bad.”

  “How long has she been in this condition?” White knuckling the steering wheel for control keeps me from screaming at Tony, the guard in charge.

  “About seven hours. She won’t eat or drink, barely blinks and hasn’t said a word since he told her that her sister is dead.”

  I hang up before I say anything that will make him suspicious. “Shit!” Pounding on my steering wheel as I race toward Montauk is the only thing that makes me feel better. I need to get my aggression out before walking into The House and killing all these assholes. Needing to get myself mentally prepared, I have disconnected everything in my old life. Nothing can be traced back to me, Jaxson Levi Wilson. As far as The House is concerned, I am Jax Grant, the Aussie from America. Keeping as much of your identity as close to the truth as possible, makes it more believable and gives you less of a chance of screwing up.

  Seriously! Who the hell trained these bloody sons-a-bitches. Submission is given freely; cooperation is earned, and threats are not a punishment that is effective. Stepping on the gas to get there in record time is imperative to her health and safety. These men seem to be quick triggers, and they might see her behavior as disobedience and punish her for it.

  The information he gives me about my trainee and now her sister, makes it a strong possibility that I will be dealing with Victoria James. I already have an obsession with her after seeing her picture from the missing person’s website, and it’s going to be damn hard to stay professional and keep my cover.

  ∞∞∞

  Floating above my physical form is going to be the only way I survive what comes next. What lies on the cushion is just a shell of the once vibrant me, a resigned body. Product is what they call me, or Pet. I feel nothing, not pain, not sorrow, not hunger or thirst. Not really caring what happens to me next is the only way to feel. With my sister dead, my father will soon follow. The only reason he hangs on now is for us. There will be no one to go back to, no one to live for and no one to love. Even if I did find my way out of this place, there would be no one home. I have nothing left, not even myself.

  Convincing myself to do as they ask so they won’t hurt me, shames me to no end. Why didn’t I fight? I don’t have a valid answer for that question. My sister is the fighter. No wonder she is free. Would death be preferable to this fate? Yes!

  There are other women in this place who cry at night. How many are there and how long have they been here? I think one of the women has been raped by several guards, even though I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, I hear plenty. She fought them off for as long as she could, and I even think she may have been unconscious the first time they violated her. I think tha
t would be preferable. Plugging my ears so I couldn’t hear the violence as I rocked in my corner, makes me feel guilty that I didn’t cry out for them to stop. Being deathly afraid that they would turn their aggression on me is what kept me quiet. She now cries softly praying for death. Will that be me when my new guard introduces me to sex for the first time?

  Even though this place is hell, it is preferable to a foreign country where no one can find you. I thought that if I were really good, they would keep me here, thus giving my family more time to find me. I didn’t expect that they would be so pleased with my obedience that they would ramp up my training into a sexual nature. These guards were told not to touch us sexually, and if we were to be punished, they were not to damage our faces. Why would they bring in someone new to train me and teach me about sex? Does the new guard have the permission to touch me sexually? Will he expect me to have sex with him? I dry heave several times, but I haven’t eaten for a while, so nothing comes up.

  ∞∞∞

  I find the address easy enough, but choose to park my SUV down by the docks and walk up the small rise to the mini mansion. The House is what I expected; a renovated mid-century home turned into a warehouse for sex slaves. The men are pigs. They live like pigs, act like pigs and smell like pigs. This house is worth a fortune in its current condition, except you would never know beneath the take-out containers of rotting food and dirty laundry scattered about. It reeks of men who don’t shower often enough and sex. Damn, I hope these men have followed orders and left these women intact. I’m shown to a room upstairs with four bunks but decline those sleeping quarters.

  “If I’m here to train a slave, I will need to sleep where she sleeps.” They don’t argue and let me carry a mattress downstairs. The basement is in worse condition than the main floor. This area looks like it was not included when they finished the house originally and also not updated during the renovation. There is a large rug in place of carpet in the main room and a worn, leather sectional in the center of the room. There is a T.V. mounted on the wall covered in dust, so I doubt anyone uses this room for entertainment. There is a pool table that is fairly new on one side of the sectional, and an air hockey table on the other with a dartboard hung above it on the wall.