Kaitlyn stared up at a familiar ceiling. The giant candelabra flickered and gleamed. She could hear the fire crackling in the fireplace. The window looking out onto hell was open and she could hear the awful screaming of all those poor souls burning in the hellfires.

She tried to sit up, only to jerk back down again. What the heck? She looked above her. She was trapped, her wrists cuffed to the headboard. With a cry, she squirmed and wriggled but couldn't get free. And it hurt—the steel was cold and it pinched sharply into her skin.

The next thing she noticed was that she was naked, her breasts shining in the light, her nipples large and soft in the warmth of his room. She'd never been naked before, not when she'd first started a dream. Cuffed and naked—it surprised and electrified and terrified her all at the same time.

A shadow walked past and she froze, her heart fluttering in her throat. She heard footsteps. Holding her breath, she watched as the shadow circled from behind her, stopping at the foot of her bed. It was Satan, of course, looking his usual, glorious self. For the first time since she'd encountered him he was wearing clothes, a deep red dressing gown that fell in layers to the floor. It was open at the front, revealing his hard chest and a pair of white drawstring pants that were so thin she could see the outline of what lay beneath.

'What are you doing?' Kaitlyn said, twisting her arms in the cuffs. 'Let me go.'

'Do you really want me to?' He smoothed his hand down his stubbled neck as he considered her. Circling the bed again, he sat on it next to her. Kaitlyn tingled. He was so close. He frowned, then reached over to touch her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. Kaitlyn tried to turn away but his bright blue eyes bid her turn back.

'Such a pretty thing.' His skin gleamed golden. The flickering firelight chiseled out the hard muscles in his abdomen. His nipples were a deep red against the light. One of his tattoos, a snake eating itself, was slowly turning around like a wheel on his chest.

He smiled and it lit up his face. It made Kaitlyn's heart race. 'I remember you.' He raised his eyes to the rest of the room. 'I'm remembering this like I haven't done before. It seems we are getting closer. Our time is drawing nigh.' He lowered his eyes back to her face. 'Does it excite you?'

Kaitlyn didn't answer.

Continuing to smile, he smoothed his big hand down along her throat, then between her breasts where it lingered. It was almost as though he was feeling her heartbeat. Then he laid his hand upon her breast.

Kaitlyn moaned.

'Do you really want me to let you go?' he repeated.

Kaitlyn swallowed. A tear trickled down her cheek. She shook her head. 'You ... you left me.'

'Yes. Such a selfish thing I did, leaving you so tormented.' He laughed as he trailed his eyes down along her body. 'Do you yearn for me?' He laid his hand against her abdomen. It was so warm, so electric. Kaitlyn moaned again. His voice dropped to a whisper. 'Do you feel what I feel?' He smoothed his hand lower down her pelvis until it lay atop her womb. His eyes flashed. 'Such a wondrous thing you women possess. Such a powerful thing. If only I had that power, things would be so much simpler.' He laughed again. 'An ironic thing—to be a woman is to be powerful.' He smoothed his hand around her hip. 'And I will have that power any way that I can.'

He stroked her belly button. 'What is your name?'

Kaitlyn opened her mouth, then snapped it shut.

He dropped his voice to a whisper. 'Tell me.' He smoothed his hand down between her legs, cupping her there. It felt so good that the muscles in her lower abdomen spasmed. Kaitlyn stifled another moan as she bit down on her lip.

'Come now. What's the harm of knowing a name? The whole world knows it now, doesn't it? It's already passing over important people's lips. It's ringing in the ears of dangerous men. In time I will discover it, but I'd rather hear it in your voice, from your lips.'

'Kaitlyn.' She winced. It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

He closed his eyes with a smile. He took a deep breath. 'Kaitlyn—pure. How fitting.' He opened his eyes. 'What do you think, Kaitlyn? Do you think yourself pure?' Gently, he dragged his finger down her slit. Kaitlyn sucked in a breath. It was like his finger was on fire! It made the blood rush to her hips. It made it race through her veins.

Even as Kaitlyn spread her legs, a tear trickled down her cheek. 'No.'

'Well, I do.' Achingly slowly, he dragged his finger back up her slit. 'So pure. So perfect. So mine.'

With a groan, Kailtyn bent up her knees and dropped her legs wide open. 'Please.'

Satan merely continue to smile, brushing his hand through her pubic hair as his eyes trailed over her body.

Then, finally, he leaned over her. Kaitlyn's lips tingled. He paused before he met her mouth. 'Where are you, Kaitlyn? Tell me.'

The words sprang into her mouth, but she choked them back.

He brushed his thumb along her bottom lip. 'Where are you, Kaitlyn?'

'A-a church.'

He gave a faint smile. 'Where are you, Kaitlyn?'

He pressed his lips against her cheek and it was so soft it was almost feathery.

She didn't answer. She was trembling so hard the chains of the cuffs were rattling against the headboard. And it wasn't from fear. It wasn't even from the impossible struggle to hold back the truth.

How she hated herself.

'Where are you, Kaitlyn?' He kissed the corner of her jaw. 'Where are you, Kaitlyn?' He kissed the corner of her mouth. Again and again he asked her. And each time he did, he kissed her, on the nose, on the cheek, on the forehead. Then, finally, on the lips. Like his other kisses it was a feather's touch and he pulled away before she could kiss back. She yanked against her cuffs with a sob.

She was gasping. She was panting. Her mouth was watering. Her lips were tingling. Her body was burning so hot she was breaking out into a sweat. She sobbed again. 'I'm in ... I'm in the country.'

He dragged his finger softly down the side of her face. 'In the country? You mean outside the cities?'

She nodded.

'Are you still in America?'

She hesitated, then nodded. 'We-we drove by car.'

'For how long?'

'A long time.'

He smiled as he brushed her hair behind her ear. 'Tell me where you are, Kaitlyn.'

'I don't know how long for. I was asleep.' She yanked at her cuffs again as she tried to sit up. 'Pl-please.'

'Then tell me where you are.'

'I don't know where I am!' she cried. 'They didn't tell me!' She fell back into the pillow with a moan.

Satan fell silent. The fire crackled. The Damned screamed. Then he dropped his hand to her breast. Kaitlyn gasped, arching her back as he leaned over and licked her nipple, just one lick that sent an electric shock up her spine. His eyes were gleaming as he stared at her, waiting.

Kaitlyn licked her lips, desperate, helpless. Then she realised—she did know where they were.

'The radio station!' she gasped. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember the jingle. It was just there on the tip of her tongue. Something ... pretty, feminine sounding. Something like a flower. The jingle rang in her ears: 112.5! ... peaceful rolling hills... where a stranger isn't a stranger but merely a friend you don't know yet! Her eyes snapped open.

She opened her mouth but froze at the look on his face. It was hard. Cold. His smile didn't reach his eyes, fixed, almost cruel. But that was nothing compared with what she saw in his gaze. Amid the stunning blue were two pinpoints of a deep burning red. Ice filled Kaitlyn's heart.

Satan. This is Satan! What are you doing, you fool!

Zeke. Samuel. Jacob!

'No! No! NO!' Shutting her eyes, she yanked against her cuffs and thrashed her head from side to side. 'Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!' She screamed and screamed and screamed.

Kaitlyn yanked again at the cuffs and this time she did sit up, suddenly unbound and surrounded by the familiar four walls of her little room.

They echoed her screaming.