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slobbering,
vulgarities. He added movement—Marin struggling, writhing, her body shrinking
away from her abusers. He added the smell of unwashed bodies, the ripe scent of
spent semen, the coppery odor of blood from a breached hymen.
    “May you rot in the Abyss!” Neala Acet screamed,
trying to force the sights from her subconscious.
    He laughed hatefully at the curses being heaped upon him as
Acet flew into a rampage, her mind a quagmire of savage torments she wished to
visit upon her unseen, unknown assailant.
    “What do you want?” she bellowed.
    Taegin Drae reached out easily with his mind and placed
another image into the Madras leader’s teeming brain, this time with deliberate
cruelness.
    Marin lay in a wanton pose, her legs and arms wide, her
mouth open, sweet tongue flicking across swollen lips. The patch of her crisp
curls at the junction of her thighs was wet, the smell of her need wafting on
the air. She lay there eagerly awaiting her lover, her arms up to bid him come
to her.
    “No.” The one word was a soft denial, spoken with a
breaking heart.
    Slowly the image in the Madras leader’s mind stripped the
clothing from his powerful body. The black shirt was discarded, the black
leather pants shrugged from lean hips to display a steely erection thick with
promise.
    “No.” A heartbreak of sound coming from a throat
closing with tears.
    Stretching out upon the willing body of her daughter, Neala
Acet’s tormentor thrust himself between luscious thighs and seated his weapon
deep into her waiting channel. Velvet arms closed around him, eager legs lifted
to wrap around his waist, aching breasts pressed close to his hairy chest.
    “No!”
    He stood there at the window, and as he had done many times
over the past weeks, he let the action play itself out but with one minor
change—the Tiogar let Neala Acet see him for the first time, and he could hear
the quickly indrawn breath that told him she recognized who he was.
    “No!” A stone of a word dropped in violent
refutation. “No!”
    He made sure the Madras leader saw him come deep inside her
daughter. He made sure she heard Marin’s trilling release of pleasure as the
young woman arched into her phantom lover’s body. He made damned sure Neala
Acet smelled his scent oozing from her only offspring before slowly
withdrawing, leaving behind in his enemy’s mind a sadistic seed that had taken
firm root and would grow wildly like a noxious weed, choking out all good
thoughts, sapping the strength from any hope the older woman might have.
    A sardonic smile stretched Taegin Drae’s mouth as he broke
the mental contact between him and the woman who had taken his father’s life.
It had cost him dearly to obtain a single drop of Neala Acet’s blood, but it
had been well worth every pay chit he had spent to have that vile fluid in his
possession.
    Turning his attention to the younger of his two objects of
torment, he opened the way between him and Marin, his revenge aimed now at her.
    “Rape?” he said aloud. “No, it won’t
be rape. There will be no need to take her against her will, for I intend to
make sure she wants me with every fiber of her being.”

Chapter Four
     
    The dream came again as Marin lay slumped against the wall
of her cell, but this time, her faceless midnight lover not only had very
distinct features, he had a name and the horror of that brought Marin awake
with a thudding heart.
    She shivered, experiencing the last of the deep quivers
inside her body that signaled a strong climax as she opened her eyes.
    Marin buried her face in her hands. The feeling of being
lost, stripped bare of all hope filled Marin’s soul. She now knew that the
dreams had been sent—somehow—by her captor. That he could reach across time and
space and violate her so intimately, so thoroughly, lanced her to the quick.
The devastating knowledge that she had reveled in those shameful dreams, had
thrilled to her unseen lover’s touch, hurt her.
    What was