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“Todd doesn’t—he’s not involved, not really. He just helped with the tech shit for me,” Cathy admits. “He’s—”

“You’re boytoy,” I fill in for her. “The little pussy who does what you ask in hopes of getting his cock in your cunt.”

“Dolly.” Ken’s voice hardens.

“Fine.” I step behind him. He can have his turn with her, but then I’m taking over.

“Romero wanted me handed over, and Todd helped you cover the site. He led the taskforce away from it, didn’t he? He was able to track Dolly for Hire, but never handed over the information.”

Cathy shakes her head, her lips trembling too hard for her to speak. She’s running out of information to give us, and that means the real fun is about to start.

“How’d you get us put on the taskforce? Richards hates you—or is that a bullshit lie too?” Ken sparks the prod and jabs her tit with it. She jumps in her binds, putting pressure on her feet, and releases a blood-curdling scream. Another one for my memory banks. Maybe hers will erase my own.

“Romero.”

“What about Pierce?” Ken asks.

She’s sobbing.

“Cathy. Pierce. Does he play a role?” Ken growls, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.

Her eyes are swollen from all the crying. Tears have mingled with her blood. If she wasn’t such a cunt, she might be pretty.

“I don’t know. I just did what Romero said to do. You don’t understand what kind of people are involved in this. Powerful people, Brian. I couldn’t go against him. He would have destroyed me. I had no choice.” Her whiny voice is nothing more than a pathetic attempt to gain his sympathy.

“You’re a victim?” I seethe. Ken moves over so I can get closer to her. Grabbing the prod from him, I flip up the setting. I want it on high. I want her to feel every bit of the currents racing through her body before I finish her off.

“No… I didn’t…please.” Cathy begs, her wide eyes fixated on the prod in my hand.

“I’m tired of her. Are we done?” I ask Ken, but don’t look at him.

“I think I have everything I need,” he says softly. “Very disappointing.” He tsks, stepping back. “Dolly, you can go ahead.”

Cathy’s mouth opens, another plea on her tongue that never gets out. I jam the prod into her belly, letting the electric heat run through her entire body until she’s shaking from the pain. Only then do I pull it back.

“You enjoyed watching me bleed.” I prick her torso with my knife. Not deep enough to kill her, just enough to see the trickling of her blood down her chest.

“You asked for Ken to be hurt.” I charge up the prod again and press it to her cunt. Her scream deafens my left ear.

“End it,” Ken commands me.

I look over my shoulder at him. His steady gaze on me, he gives me a small nod. I’ve had my fun, but our work isn’t finished. I can’t play all night.

“Please,” Cathy begs again, though I’m not sure she’s pleading to be let go.

I drop the prod to the floor and switch my knife to my right hand. I press her back against the cross, and she raises her chin, squaring off with me, fear dancing in her eyes.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Cathy.” I press a soft kiss to her cheek. “You’re safe here. You know what’s going to happen.” I hold fast to her chest, keeping her body as elongated as I can. “You’re going to die.”

A sob breaks loose from her chest.

“What was scary was all those days living in that cell, not knowing if I would die, if I would live, if I would be tortured or raped or hurt. Would I eat? Would I get to sleep? Would I be too drugged to be able to do anything to stop them? Would I get to clean myself? That is real fear.”

Cathy’s eyelids flutter along with her trembling lips.

“Dying isn’t scary.” I lean close to her ear. “But it is inevitable.”

Sinking my knife into the lowest part of her belly, I rip it upward, slicing her open before I remove it. Pulling back, I release her and let her stomach open wide, spilling the contents onto the floor.

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