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edge herself.
                Dismissing it when she saw the guards had
everything well in hand, Freda left to join Wagner in the lab to collect their
specimen.  After the show she had just watched, she was confidant the beast had
left quite a large deposit inside his sweet little fuck.
    * * * *
                A voice nagged at Jesse, pulling him out of the
blackness into harsh, unforgiving light.  His chest hurt as if it was wrapped
in a vice.  Experimentally, he tried to shift position, but he couldn’t move
his arms or legs.
                The faint click of the door as the catch was
depressed alerted him to someone’s arrival.  He feigned unconsciousness.
                She chuckled.  There was nothing pleasant about
the sound and he knew immediately that it was the cold bitch that had taken
such delight in torturing him since he’d been taken.  “I know you’re faking,”
she said in a singsong voice.  He felt her breath against his ear as she leaned
closer.  “We have cameras.”
                He lunged at her with his face, snapping his
canines.  She leapt back, evading his attempt to slam his head into hers and
knock her insensible.  Anger, he saw, glittered in her eyes when he opened his
to look at her.  It vanished in the face of the rage he made no attempt to
hide.
                “Now I’m disappointed.  After what I witnessed a
few minutes ago, I was certain we’d made a break through with you.”
                His eyes narrowed.
                She shrugged, feigning unconcern and moved to a
table beyond his vision.  He heard the clink of metal against glass and
stiffened, knowing even before she appeared beside him again that she’d gone to
get something to inject in him.  He snarled at her when he saw his suspicions
confirmed by the syringe in her hand, struggling to summon his beast even as
she stabbed the needle into his arm and depressed the plunger.
                His beast rose inside of him, but remained there.
                He’d suspected the restraints manacling him to
the table must be silver coated as the ones in his cell were, but he had hoped
that they had gotten sloppy.
                The furious pounding of his heart sent the drug
she’d injected into him surging through his body.  A wave of heat traveled with
it.
                It wasn’t the burn of caustic chemicals like
poison spreading through his bloodstream.  It was synthetic arousal.  Without
prompting or any outward stimuli, he felt his body awakening, felt desire began
to churn inside of him.
                It flickered through his mind that it must be the
same thing they’d given her and, as he felt his body reeling out of
control, that she could not have controlled the urges the drug evoked even half
as well as he could.  He doubted if she had even had much awareness of what she
was doing.
                The thoughts disturbed him, made it more
difficult to fight the drug in his system.  He set them aside with an effort,
focusing on his current dilemma.
                “You seemed … particularly taken with Erin,” she
murmured thoughtfully, dragging a hand down the middle of his chest, her
fingertips playing with stomach muscles.
                Erin.  Her name was Erin.  The name summoned her
image in his mind, called up the memory of his possession of her, and his
desperate struggle to retain control slipped drastically, threatened to
completely evade his hold.
                “It would be a shame, I’m thinking, if anything
happened to her.”
                The threat to Erin instantly altered the
direction of his passions, summoning his beast.  Caged by the silver manacles,
it erupted inside of him.  Rage supplanted desire.  He bucked uselessly against
his restraints with no thought in mind but rending his tormentor to