The Ultimate Psychological Thriller Bundle (EBOOKS)

The man hung by his wrists from an iron hook embedded in the ceiling.

She stood in front of him, staring,
contemplating her next move. His jaw pressed against his bare chest, creating
the appearance of a double chin where normally there was none. Unconscious, for
the moment, his whole body hung loose and slack. Because of the low ceiling, the
toes of his boots skated against the floor, giving him the barest modicum of
relief from the pressure in his wrists and shoulders, but only when he was
conscious enough to balance.

The rope securing his wrists didn’t keep her
safe. It was the gag between his lips that kept danger at bay, though she knew
if he ever managed to work it free, things would be different. He’d affected
her already, made her do things she’d never believed herself capable of, and
she wouldn’t make that same mistake twice.

Red stripes licked across his naked torso,
the result of the cane she’d been forced to use. She needed answers, and while
she couldn’t risk removing the gag, there were other ways she could get him to
reply. His refusal to give her anything had made her hurt him, but still he
shook his head in defiance every time she asked him what she needed to know.
She took no pleasure in the job, but she had to be brave. It was all she had
left, and she wouldn’t let this man—this monster—win.

She was stronger than that.

He’d underestimated the lengths she’d go to in
order to make things right. Even with everything on his side, all of his power,
she’d still managed to overcome him.

The man let out a muffled groan and began to
stir.

Nerves jangled through her system, and the
sour taste of fear coated her tongue. As he woke, her pulse quickened, her
breath growing shallow in her lungs. She tightened her fingers around the cane
and rolled out her neck and shoulders. It was physical work her body wasn’t
used to, and tension knotted her muscles. As she lifted her arms, her shirt
sleeve rode down, exposing the flash of white bandages and the striking slash
of red where the blood had seeped through. This was taking its toll on her, but
she had to continue until she got what she wanted.

It was time to start again.

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