Page 33 of Obsessed

We take a quick turn down another dark corridor. The guard knocks on a door. A voice follows to come in. I recognize it instantly. My entire body tightens at the sound of it. The guard opens the door, and they escort me roughly inside. It's a plain, stark office. Freestone is sitting in the center of it, watching something on his computer. He doesn't acknowledge our presence atfirst.

He motions us forward with a wave of his hand without pulling his gaze from themonitor.

"Decide what the hell you're going to do with me already," I say. "I'm getting bored sitting in that storageroom."

"I decided what the hell to do with you yesterday. I'm just drawing this out to get a confession out of you." He sits back in his chair and looks up at me. "And I like to draw out the punishment a little." He looks at my hands tied in front of me and looks up at hisguard.

"I think we should probably move his hands to the back. He might not like what comesnext."

"Fuck," I mutter. "Why bother having her fix up my face if you're just going to pummel meagain?"

"Nope. We're done with the pummeling. It occurred to me after these two got done with you yesterday that I was going about this the wrong way. It is obvious that you don't mind getting the shit beaten out ofyou."

I snort derisively. "You call that getting the shit beaten out of me? Guess you spend too much time in those fancy business clothes hiding down here in your bat cave to know the realworld."

He shrugs lightly. "I prefer the bat cave to the real world. I've got plenty to keep me busy downhere."

My arms are secured behind my back. Not that I could do much in a place like this. It's not like I could find the exit if I did manage to fight off the two bodyguards. Freestone doesn't look like an easy pushover either. It seems he's found the secret to living the good life in cementburrows.

I glance at his two guards and then turn back to him. "Now what? Don't keep me in suspense. Let's get on with this newway,as you said. You already know I'm a cop, so there's not much more you can squeeze out ofme."

"Are you sure? See, I walked out of here last night convinced there was some connection between you and my special friend. You could almost see arcs of electricity shooting between you two the second we entered the room. And frankly, I've been extremely intimate with her for several months, and I've never seen her cry like that." He's goading me and it's working. My fists are solid asrocks.

I stare at him. "Don't know what you want me to say. I don't know her but I sure as hell can pretend like I do if it means I'm out of thisplace."

"Nope. I prefer the truth." He motions for his guards to step back. They quickly obey and move back away from the desk. Freestone reaches for his computer mouse. Light sounds are coming from the speakers. It doesn't take long to recognize they are a woman's erotic moans ofpleasure.

Freestone watches my face with laser eyes as he swivels the computer monitor mydirection.

"Please, Kane," the woman pleads. Even though I've never had Ten naked in my arms, I know the sound of hervoice.

My teeth grind together so hard it sends a shooting pain through my already sore jaw. My fists are so tight, I can no longer feel my fingers. I stare unblinking at the monitor. Freestone blocks her from the camera until he peers up at the spying lens and moves aside. He is gripping her hair. Her face is turned up. Her eyes are closed as Freestone pumps intoher.

I pull my gaze away. My leg shoots out before I can even plan the kick. My foot jams so hard against the desk, the monitor wobbles and the heavy desk scoots toward Freestone. The two guards jump into protective mode. They grab my arms and hold me down hard to keep me from kicking anythingelse.

Freestone has turned the monitor but the sound is still on. "Turn it off," I say through a tight jaw. "Turn it fuckingoff."

Freestone reaches for the mouse to muteit.

He sits back in his chair. "Quite a reaction. Most men would rather enjoy watching that. Unless of course the woman tied to the bed, enjoying herself beyond measure is a woman theylove."

I shake my head, hoping to cool the fire in my mind. The rage, the sickness deep in my gut steals my response. All I want to do is climb over the fucking desk and pound him until his mad genius brains ooze out hisears.

Freestone taps the mouse to shut off the video. "It makes me horny to watch it. She is something. Never had anyone like her. Guess I can't blame you for risking your life getting in here. Kind of makes me almost feel bad for you. She's not one of those women you can lose and then get easily on with yourlife."

"Yeah? Is that why you're keeping her high on drugs and trapped in this hole? Because you can't go on withouther?"

"She never tells me to leave herroom."

A dry, angry laugh shoots from my mouth. "Because you've drugged her so much she can't make a rational decision. She's looks like hell. Don't you fucking feed her or is that part of your scheme to keep her under your control?" I can see the smallest movement in his cheek. I'm getting to him. It won't help the situation, but at least I got in one good lick, even if it is with my words and not my hands. "If you already knew so much about me, then you knew I was connected to her. Why the fuck did you just put me through that? Or is that just because you are a sick motherfucker who needs to be taken out forgood?"

"Just wanted confirmation and to wipe that cocky smirk off your face. And I sure as hell did that. Oh and I'm a sick motherfucker as well." He waves his hand. "Take him. I'mdone."

I move to avoid their grasp, which earns me an elbow in my gut. I bend over. "Fuuuck. Only an asshole would hit a man with his hands tied behind his back." He lifts his fist to silence me. I brace for thepain.

"No," Freestone snaps. "Leave him. I don't want blood in my office. Get him out ofhere."

"What are you going to do now?" I ask before they can pull me out of the room. "Send her back home. She needs medical attention, food. She needs to be out of your clutches for good. We can't trace back to this underground prison anyhow. Have these goons drive her back to the city or take her to a bus stop. Just let hergo."

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