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I whimpered. What did he want from me? I’d lied, sure. I’d lied about being Susan. But if he needed to know where she was, then he was wasting his time. The ceiling spun above my head. I couldn’t make my muscles obey me.

“Now, we’re going to start with Susan. Tell me what you know.”

“Nothing! I told you everything!”

He reached up to the bedside stand, going out of my vision for a moment. Then he was back. I saw what was in his hand and screamed.

“NO! RIEN, NO! PLEASE!” The scalpel flashed silver in the dim bedroom light. My scream was cut short as his other hand clamped over my mouth. My shrieks burned my lips but I couldn’t break through his hand. A blinding white fear shook me.

“Oh, Sara,” he murmured. “No, no, no, Sara. You have entirely the wrong idea.”

My moan came out muffled against his hand.

“I said that I wouldn’t hurt you. The drugs will only last an hour.”

He looked at me and I could not look back. I sobbed, twisting against the ropes.

“Oh, Sara, Sara. You don’t trust me. How can I trust you if you don’t trust me?”

He leaned forward, raising the scalpel up. I closed my eyes. Even with my eyes clamped shut, I felt like the world was spinning. Would it hurt? Would I feel it at all?

I felt the coldness of the blade running up my leg and his hand loosened over my mouth. God, was he cutting me along my side? I felt faint. Then a pause. I couldn’t take it.

“Please make it quick,” I whispered. “Just make it quick.”

His hand was on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see his face hovering above mine, sympathy in his eyes.

“Sara, believe me. I only want the truth.”

I heard the snip of the scalpel cutting through fabric, and he pulled off my dress. Green and gold, fluttering down to the floor.

“I want you to tell me the truth.”

Another snip. My panties were gone. I whimpered as his hand moved up with the scalpel, but he was only putting it back in the bedstand.

“Can you do that for me? Tell me the truth?”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

He bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I turned my face away. He grabbed my chin with his hand and ran his thumb across my lips.

“You’ve done a very good job of pretending to enjoy my attention tonight,” he said.

I wasn’t pretending.My mind thought the words, but my lips couldn’t form them in the air.

Then his hands ran down over my body and I shuddered all over.

“First, I think I’ll make sure you’re in the proper state for interrogation.”

He pulled his tie off, and then laid it over my eyes. I jerked my head back, but he knotted the tie quickly.

I moaned. This blindfold wasn’t like the cotton. There was no light coming through, and I couldn’t see a damn thing.

“Don’t,” I begged.

“The drug will amplify your senses,” he murmured. His voice was in my ear, echoing through my skull. “But I need you to focus.”

His mouth moved down, biting my neck softly, nipping my skin. I moaned again and again as every touch of his sent another thrill spiraling through my body. His tongue licked me, then his teeth closed down on my arm. His hands were everywhere, stroking, squeezing. I was dizzy with it.

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