Chapter Four
Tamara’s Story
“Number 1,” she mused. Does it mean anything special -- to be number 1? Or is it just another number to him? She thought of how cold Nathan could be; how impersonally he treated them all. Like the time he took those group pictures. He had the girls take off their clothes, and in just their underwear and heels, led them out onto the back porch of the isolated farmhouse. He took up his camera and while his nearly-naked women stood in a row, smiling nervously at one another in the warm sunshine, Nathan began snapping pictures of them.
Soon he had them standing hip to hip looking out into the woods, while he took up a position a few feet behind them. He urged the women to bend over the porch railing, leaning down to rest on their elbows. Then he talked them into
