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Freda
injected her.
                The drug went through her and set her blood on
fire.  She was breathless with arousal, every touch burning her up with need.  By
the time they hauled her to her feet and led her down to the beast’s cage, she
was almost ready to tear free and race to him.
                Fear washed over her briefly when she saw the
look in his eyes, but the urges were far too strong to resist.  If she had
known positively that he would rip her to shreds, she didn’t think she could
have refrained from going to him and demanding that he ease the ache inside of
her.
               

           
               
               
    Chapter Three
               
                During the times when she was completely lucid,
Erin was certain nothing could be worse than what she’d already experienced. 
She discovered that she hadn’t reckoned on Freda’s penchant for tormenting
anybody and anything within her power.
                She had lost track of time since she had been
confined in her quarters, lost track of the number of times they had taken her
to pleasure the beast, but she knew weeks had passed, perhaps as much as a month,
maybe even more.  The day arrived when the guards came and she was injected not
with the drug that drove her wild with need, but a mild sedative instead.
                It made very little difference in her ability to
fight them off.
                It made a world difference, however, when she was
shoved into the beast’s cage. She was far more aware of her surroundings, far
more conscious of the threat she faced, and she did not have the drug driving
her libido out of control.
                Such was not the case with him.  She could see
they’d given him a powerful dose to overcome his resistance.  The moment his
gaze settled on her his eyes darkened and his features hardened with barely
leashed desire.
                But she saw there was wildness in his eyes, too,
something she had not noticed before in her own state--and hate and rage.
                It was small wonder considering what they’d done
to him.
                She huddled near the door where they’d left her,
afraid to approach him.
                He seemed to sense her terror, as hard as she was
trying to hide it, sensed that something was different.  He ceased struggling
against the chains, breathing deeply, raggedly.
                He still watched her with a predatory gleam in
his eyes, but she could see he’d begun struggling with the drug they’d injected
in him.
                They were watching.  She knew that the moment the
pulley overhead began to churn and the chains went slack.  His arms dropped to
his sides.  Pain contorted his features.
                Despite her fear of him, pity twisted hers.
                He saw it when he opened his eyes.  It enraged
him and she saw his control slip.  “What?” he asked in a low rumbling growl. 
“You think you’re so good, chère , you can collect your specimen from over
dare?”
                Erin moistened her lips.  “They drugged me.  I
didn’t know what I was doing.”
                His lips curled.  Amusement didn’t touch his
eyes, however.  “Coulda fooled me, chère .  Seemed t’me you knew just
what you wuz doin’.  You spread them purty white thighs real nice.”  His gaze
flickered down her body to rest on the curls at the apex of her thighs.  “They
gave me three hits,” he added broodingly. “What you think about that, chère ? 
You think, maybe, they’re figuring they don’ need you no more?  Think they
figure I’ll take care of their little disposal problem?”
                Erin shuddered, sorry now that they hadn’t
drugged her out of her mind.  The sedative did nothing more than disorient