Tall, Dark & Heartless (Pyte/Sentinel #3)(21)

"Super," she said with forced cheerfulness and a huge taunting smile just to piss him off.

It worked.

His smug little grin was immediately replaced with a scowl in her direction as he gestured to the men holding her to place her in the tub. As she was raised into a lying position and held over the tub she tried to struggle, but it was no use. Taking several deep calming breaths she did her best to prepare herself for what lay ahead. Just when her breathing was even and she got some control over herself the bastard went and zapped her, distracting her so that when she was lowered into the ice cold water she wasn't prepared for it.

Her scream of agony was quickly cut off by ice cold water. She swallowed a mouthful of water before she could stop herself. It caused her to gag and inadvertently swallow more water. Just as her lungs began to burn, she was pulled out of the water.

She wasted no time in turning her head and coughing up the water she'd swallowed. Barely a second after she coughed up the last mouthful of water he zapped her again, but this time she somehow managed to bite back the scream of agony that threatened to be her downfall.

When she was lowered into the water this time, she managed to hold her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to focus on anything other than the cramps spreading throughout her chest. Just when she didn't think she could hold her breath any longer she was hauled out of the tub. She took a deep breath as she felt a surge of electricity shoot up her leg. She barely registered the men holding her suddenly letting her go as she dropped back down into the water.

Somehow she managed not to scream as she ground her jaw shut and tried to relax against the surge of electricity that made her body go taut with pain. It hurt so much, so damn much and she wasn't sure how much more she could take before she broke down. Her only hope was that she'd pass out, but she doubted he'd allow even that. Before the last surge of electricity left her body, they grabbed her and pulled her out once again.

Fingers gripped her chin, painfully, forcing her to open her eyes. "Scream for him, bitch. Scream for help and I'll stop," Greg snarled.

"Go to....hell," she bit out as she fought to catch her breath while the pain intensified until it seemed to seep into her bones.

"Thanks to you, I won't have to," he said coldly as he zapped her and she was once again shoved beneath the water and quickly released.

When she was completely submerged in the water he zapped her again and again. With each shock water made its way down her throat and into her lungs. Her lungs began to burn as her head started to pound and her thoughts became fuzzy and frantic. She opened her eyes as she intensified her struggles, desperate for air as she was zapped again. Her movements became wild and ineffective as the pain worsened.

Just when she didn't think she could take another second the water above her turned red and she let go.

Chapter 8

"I'm going to kill that bitch," Greg muttered as he gripped the prescription bottle between his knees and popped the top with his hand. He dropped his head back and dumped two pain killers into his mouth. He swallowed them dry as his eyes narrowed on the flat screen monitors.

He watched as the bastard paced the long room, his eyes shooting from the unconscious woman lying on the bed to the locked door where his men made a hasty retreat over eighteen hours ago as they dragged him out of the room. From what his men told him, Caine had been pacing the room the entire time. His eyes remained a fiery red and his fangs had yet to retract.

Although it pleased him that the bastard reacted, he wasn't happy with the results. He looked down at his freshly wrapped stub where his left arm should be and ground his jaw. An eternity as a cripple, he thought bitterly. If the Master had changed him when he'd asked him to, he wouldn't have to worry about this. His arm would have grown back with rest and blood, but as a human he had no such hope. He'd been fortunate that one of the vampires here had been a doctor in his human life. The man was talented with a scalpel, but not talented enough, he thought bitterly.

It was all that bitch's fault, he thought acidly as his eyes once again landed on her unconscious form. If she had screamed for help when he told her to, he wouldn't be facing a very long life without half his arm when he was turned. All she had to do was show a little weakness and make the Pyte protective of her, but the bitch fought him nearly to the end.

A few more seconds and she would have been dead. He'd been fine with that, more than fine actually. As he shoved her down to the bottom, careful to release her when the electricity flowed, and continued to release surges of electricity into her body he'd actually been relieved that the bastard hadn't muttered a sound in protest. It meant that he was free to finally kill the bitch.

He knew the Master wouldn't be pleased, but if Caine wasn't willing to help Danni then it was obvious that she wouldn't be useful for their plans. He'd just resigned himself to enjoy killing her and finding another female when an unholy roar shook the room. Before he could turn around he found the arm that had been holding the bitch down torn from his body. As his men fled the room, dragging him behind them, he watched as the cold bastard pulled Danni out of the water.

"The Master said not to hurt the woman again," Lucan, the Master's right hand, said in a cold tone.

Greg ground his jaw as he forced his eyes to remain on the monitor. He hated the bastard almost as much as he hated being forced to deal with him since the Master refused to bother with him until he finished this project. The Master didn't deal with minions directly. That was Lucan's job.