Chapter 40

Casey shivered helplessly, whimpers of fear erupting from her throat. She managed to bring herself under control enough to ask, "A-are you going to k-kill me?" her voice sounded unnaturally high-pitched as it echoed through the room.

She tried to crane her head back to she could see him where he stood behind her, but it put too much strain on her shoulders and she was forced to lay with her cheek against the cool metal staring at her right wrist chained above the bench. She jumped and cried out as his palm landed harshly across first one of her ass cheeks and then the other.

"Now why, after I have gone through all this trouble to acquire you and assure your health, would I simply dispose of you, nena?" he asked, his voice cool and dark.

He was right. She'd asked a stupid question. Of course, he wasn't going to kill her. He'd waited months to get his hands on her. He'd killed and tortured for her. He'd provided for her, flown a doctor in for her and taken her to one of the best clinics