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Amelia didn’t care. She would make new ones tonight. Deeper ones. Always deeper…
    “I’ve been waiting for you,” a man’s voice said.
    A hand grabbed her by the hair and yanked her sideways, into a room cloistered by curtains dark as blood.
    “It’s been too long,” he said.
    Amelia looked up into his angry, dark eyes and matted black hair and grinned.
    “I’ve missed you too, Gordon,” she said, reaching out to touch his bare, thick biceps. She trailed her fingertips down the gentle curves of his ribs and then brought them forward, teasing across his groin to the edge of the waist of his shorts. She began to work on the buckle of his belt, but Gordon slipped his hands around her wrists and forced her hands away from him. He yanked her backwards. Something sharp stabbed Amelia in the back, and she strained her neck, trying to see what. As she did, something pinched her skin again and again.
    “Fuck,” she complained, and then looked at the wall and said it again, only this time it was more in a tone of admiration than complaint. “Fuuuuuck!” she said.
    Gordon hoisted her wrists into the air and into two waiting leather shackles. He quickly pulled them tight and then he bent and slipped cuffs anchored to the wall near the floor around her ankles as well.
    Amelia felt her breath catch as she considered what was about to happen. She couldn’t escape her bonds by leaning forward, and if she leaned back…her skin would be pierced by a hundred points of steel. The pinching she had felt was because the wall was lined in long, sharp nails, all pointing outward. She was bound against a vertical bed of nails.
    Gordon bent to retrieve something that looked like a long black baton. Then Amelia saw what hung from the end of it, and her eyes widened. Her blood warmed, as her heart began to pound faster, long before the first blow. Terror tied inside anticipation. The sweat flowed instantly under her arms.
    He held a cat-o’-nine-tails. Only…the end of each small whip glittered in the red light.
    The glitter of metal.
    Hooks.
    “My wife was a complete bitch tonight,” Gordon said. “So I just want you to know that I need this just as much as you do.”
    From somewhere not too far away came a moan of orgasm, followed quickly by a bloodcurdling scream.
    Amelia saw something move on the far side of the room—the curtains shifted. She saw the pale jaw and black-pit eyes of a Watcher take position. They never missed an exhibition of pain.
    “Let’s begin,” Gordon said. He smiled and raised his arm.

Chapter Four
    Reality
    It was 2:00 a.m. The street was so silent it was surreal. As if they had exited the noisy club to step into a lost ’50s noir film. Their footsteps echoed disturbingly loud on the concrete; the distant clattering rhythm of the elevated train could have been a block away. Mark held Rae’s arm as they walked hurriedly through the broken back end of the city. The sound of their steps only made them hurry more, as if they were chasing themselves. They didn’t speak the entire walk, but when they reached Mark’s car, Rae couldn’t contain her excitement anymore.
    “That place was…amazing!” Rae said as she pulled the seatbelt across her waist.
    Mark’s smile turned into a yawn, as he started the Sonata and pulled onto the street. “It was pretty wild,” he admitted. “You found a good guy, I take it?”
    “A good girl,” Rae corrected.
    “Oh really ?” Mark grinned. “I’m sorry I missed seeing that.”
    “Not what you think,” she said. “She knew how to handle a flogger better than any man I’ve ever met. You wouldn’t have wanted to watch.”
    Mark raised an eyebrow. “You’re really getting into this pain thing.” He flipped the turn signal on and focused on the road, pointedly avoiding looking at his wife. Her obsession with whips and pain had seriously begun to worry him. At first it had seemed harmless enough, but now she didn’t seem to have an interest in sex