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gripped the wire and moved up and down on his cock. Over and over until a tingling started in her womb and her climax seized her.
    Blinding colors of pleasure washed over her as she thrust deeper, so deep he touched her core. She threw her head back and groaned, moving her hips in a circular motion and riding the waves as sensation after sensation pummeled her.
    His body jerked and spasmed, his own orgasm teetering on the surface.
    But she climbed off of him, denying him the release.
    “Please,” he moaned.
    She squeezed the wire harder, repeating it seven times, lifting it from his skin and pressing it to another spot, each time increasing the pressure so hard she cut off his oxygen. His breath rasped out, his pallor turned gray, then a gurgling sound erupted from his throat.
    Finally his eyes rolled back in his head and his body went slack.
    She paused to listen for the sound of his breathing, but barring the ticktock of the clock, the room was silent.
    Puny son of a bitch. Not even two minutes, and he’d passed out.
    She loosened the wire, leaned over and blew air into his mouth, then began chest compressions to bring him back from the brink of death.
    When he finally opened his eyes again, shock glazed his irises, the realization that she’d choked him evident in the panic on his face.
    “Get off of me, you freak!”
    His shout sounded more like a croak. “No, babe,” she said, using the pet name he’d given her. “The fun is just beginning.”
    She straddled him again, gripped the ends of the piano wire and wound it together until the fleshy skin around his neck bulged in fatty rolls. Again, seven squeezes, each one more intense, each one marking him.
    She checked the clock. “The first time you die is always the worst. Let’s see if you can make it longer the second go-around.”
    Pure terror shot across his face, and he struggled frantically, then shouted as loud as his sore vocal cords allowed, “Help! Someone help me!”
    She chuckled softly, then stuffed her panties in his mouth to muffle his screams. “If you last more than two minutes, I’ll save you again,” she murmured.
    The pupils of his eyes dilated as he fought, but he was weak from dying the first time. He flailed, tears rolling down his ruddy cheeks.
    The fight drained from him as her fingers worked the wire. Seconds later, he lay limp again.
    A sad excuse for a specimen.
    The Commander would have been disappointed.
    She studied his face, the slack jaw, the listless eyes. Really, he was a handsome man.
    Maybe she would save him again.
    She ran a finger down his chest, through the thick, dark hair, then down to his waist.
    Yes, she’d watch him die one more time.
    But first she’d mark him as she’d been marked.
    She took the knife she’d brought with her and carved a number behind his ear:
1
. Her first kill.
    Now for more fun.
    Then she’d alert that reporter who broke the story on the Commander and tell her where to find him.
    Brenda Banks would give the message to the Commander.
    Then all the world would see what
she’d
done in his honor.

Chapter 2

    N ick tried to force thoughts of Brenda Banks from his mind as he left the prison. The infuriating woman had dogged him and Jake ever since the story broke about their father.
    Actually, Jake admitted that she’d pestered him and Sadie when Sadie first returned to town because of her grandfather’s murder, the chain of events that had set in motion Arthur Blackwood’s need to cover up the experiment he’d conducted years ago.
    Then the bodies had started stacking up, and Jake called Nick in. Neither of them had been prepared for the revelations that eventually surfaced.
    First, their father was alive. He’d gone missing ten years before, and they’d presumed he was dead. And second, their father was a sadistic monster who’d orchestrated mind experiments on innocent kids, then killed countless people and almost killed Sadie to hide his abominable acts.
    Nick opened the door to