Page 121 of Master of My Heart

Ding. “‘Close your eyes and enjoy the pain, Sabrina.’”

She was thankful she could close her eyes, but it didn’t help take away any of the discomfort. If anything, it increased it. All she could do was focus on the fire inside her body. And it continued on and on and on...

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Chase collapsed onto the couch in his living room, exhausted. He and his men had spent most of the day scouring Sabrina’s neighborhood, trying to find any clue as to what happened to her. He hadn’t slept the night before, and it wasn’t likely that he’d sleep tonight, either. He was exhausted, yes, but wound up, too.

Richard and Tom had gone to the Manor earlier in the day to do their Elder thing, and he hadn’t heard from them. His men were as exhausted as he was, so he’d told them all to come back to his place for food and rest.

Corey sat at Chase’s desk, doing his computer thing, and had nodded in greeting when Chase walked in but hadn’t said anything. Chase figured he was in the middle of something. “Any luck?” he asked after a few minutes of Chase lying there.

Chase shook his head and rubbed his face. “Nothing. You?”

Corey squinted at his computer. “I’m... not... sure...” He straightened. “Wait. Hang on a sec.” He typed furiously. Chase groaned as he stood and limped across the room to stand behind him. Corey’s screen was filled with windows, some contained images and others had computer codes scrolling. He maximized one of the text windows and stared at it.

“Okay, so... Someone called their building manager yesterday evening about a van taking up a parking spot...” Corey typed for a few more seconds and another window popped open. It wasn’t Sabrina’s street, but it looked familiar. “This is the street a block over from her place. I think this is the same van. I’ve been looking at the surrounding area and it’s been around a lot.” He clicked his mouse and the video sped up. He paused it when a man wearing a black beanie and black jacket got out. He walked toward Sabrina’s street. A few minutes later, the van followed. “That was last night. About when she disappeared, yes?”

Chase looked at the time stamp. Five minutes after eight. “Yes.”

Corey reversed the video and stopped when the van was back. He zoomed in on the license plate, but it was blurry. Chase cursed. “Hang on, man. Give me a bit and I can clear it up. Go eat something. I’ll come get you if I finish before you’re done.”

“Don’t you need to eat?” Chase asked as he began to walk out of the room.

Corey laughed. “Mrs. Porter’s been keeping me well fed.”

Chase gave a tight smile, then headed into the kitchen where his exhausted friends were slumped around the table, eating. Mrs. Porter smiled warmly and put a plate in front of Chase as he sat down. “Thanks.”

“Corey find anything?” Lance asked.

“Maybe.” Chase’s heart pounded in his chest as he shoved a bite of chicken into his mouth. Mrs. Porter was an excellent cook, but he didn’t taste much of the flavor as he chewed. “He may have found the van that was involved in her disappearance.”

“That’s great!” Matt exclaimed.

“You all brought your gear, right?” Chase asked, looking around.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “As if you need to ask. The sit room is full of their shit.”

The situation room, or sit room, took up half of the top floor of Chase’s condo. It was filled with gear, munitions, maps, computers, and anything else deemed critical at the moment. It was secure, having several security measures to keep people out and their stuff safe from prying eyes.

“You said to come prepared,” Lance said, leaning back in his chair and shrugging. “We’re prepared.”

“Once we figure out who has her, this becomes a no-mercy mission,” Chase said in a low voice. “I’m gonna sink a bullet between the son of a bitch’s eyes.”

Chapter Forty

Sabrina jerked awake. It took her a moment to remember that she was back in hell. She groaned in pain, still face down on the bed with her ass in the air. But the electrical butt plug was gone.

Neil appeared beside her. “You passed out. It was quite disappointing. So, we’re going to see if you can deal with frying your cunt better than frying your ass.”

He pushed something deep inside her pussy. A split second later, the fire began. This time, blackness didn’t come to her rescue. On and on and on it continued—stopping, starting, torturing her, driving her to the brink of insanity.

Only when she stopped screaming did the pain stop. Neil pulled the offending instrument from her body and put something else inside, bringing a new kind of pain. His hands rested on her hips and he banged his body against hers. Deep inside, she began to feel his cock, but something else, too. A new kind of fire, like a razor slicing her open.

“You like my cock ring?” Neil asked, slowing his movements. He pulled out, then pushed back in slowly.

She whimpered and moved forward. Two inches was all she could manage, though, and he easily followed her. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Master had it made especially for me. I put it in the middle of my dick, and the blades on the outside rip apart your pussy.”

Sabrina tried to scream, but her voice was gone. She could only whisper a hoarse “Please stop,” as tears ran down her face.

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