“Then what are you wanting?” she asked, confused even more now, his hand on her body only added to her befuddlement. “Want me to hack into some files? Look up an address? I could do that.”
“Stella, Stella, Stella,” he shook his head, feigning insult. “You don’t think my Comtech hasn’t already done that? How do you think we knew where to grab you?”
“Then why am I here?”
“You’re here because I need access to a very secure location. A location that only very few people can get into right now. And one of those ‘special people’ is one Officer Stella Jones.”
Suddenly, the pieces began to fall into place. “You want me to get you into the hospital? Into the hacker’s room?”
“No, I don’t need in there. I just need you to get in there. A stranger would arouse all kinds of suspicion. You know that.”
It hit her like a brick to the face. “My God! You want me to do a brain drain on him!”
“I told you. I need information.”
“But … you’ll kill him!” She was aghast as it all became vividly, brutally clear. “No! You’re going to have me kill him!”
He shrugged, “Death is a part of my industry. Sometimes necessary, sometimes unfortunate.”
“God, you’re a heartless bastard!”
“I need to find this Spacer, this Thomas. He has my girl, and I have a feeling the information to their whereabouts is somewhere in the head of that loser laid up there being guarded by half the ZiPs in Huntsville.”
“And you think I’m gonna just walk in there and do this?”
“Your chances are better than mine.” His hand left her breast and found her leg. Panic filled her gut as she felt it slide to the inside of her mid-thigh. Instinctively, she squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand. But the reptilian look he gave her instantly struck fear in her heart. He said not a word, but she knew what he wanted. Her pride demanded some sort of resistance, but the soreness in her throat made her think otherwise. The sadistic bastard would hurt her again and think nothing of it. Turning towards the wall, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry, she relaxed her thighs and allowed him to spread them just enough.
“Y’know, if you want to blame someone for you being here, the person you really should blame is your lover boy,” he told her as his hand caressed the soft part of her inner thigh, again with remarkable skill.
“What? How is Matt to blame for this?” Forced to lay still and allow him to rub her leg, she fought hard to resist the sensation of his fingertips moving lightly over her skin.
Frost slid his hand closer to the inferno building in her loins, “I don’t like being dressed down by some cocky little prick cop who spends more time preening in the mirror than he does at the firing range.” His hand moved even closer. She closed her eyes, biting her lip, her mind and body battling over the pleasure she was feeling. “That’s why I’m going to use you to get a little payback. See what he thinks about me using his cute little piece of ass to get what I want and make him look like a fool at the same time.”
“We saved your life!” Stella railed, her head coming up off the bed as she half-pleaded, half-raged. “Those hillbilly Tuttles … ain’t no telling what they were about to do to you at the hospital!”
“Indeed, you did!” Forrest conceded. “I guess that’s what you call the ultimate irony, isn’t it?” He was at her womanhood now, and his fingertips were light, gentle upon the soft, tender flesh of her inner thigh just below her sex. Unconsciously, she’d spread her legs slightly more. She didn’t realize she’d done so until he slipped a finger inside her far too easily than he should’ve. She gasped at the sudden intrusion. Still, for a ruthless killer, he had a very soft touch and nimble fingers. She closed her eyes in shame and disgrace as he found her g-spot. Still, not seeing it couldn’t change the fact that it felt good.
“This is so fuckin’ hot!” Cherry watched the man control his victim in utter fascination. This was power. Total power! It excited her! If she’d been wearing any panties, they would’ve been soaked. Instead, she felt the abundant wetness trickle down her inner thigh. Beside her, Grant could smell it. He could sense her need to mate.
And in her distracted state, Stella never saw Frost’s other hand moving. He poured the goo from the open canister onto her stomach. She screamed as if he’d doused her with sulfuric acid. In horror, she could only watch helplessly as it immediately absorbed into her skin and disappeared, leaving only a wet, slimy spot just above her navel. Grant and Cee Tee watched with a mixture of concern and fascination as she suddenly convulsed. Cherry wore an eager smile.
“Noooo!” she cried out, tossing her head to and fro against the mattress. Her back arched upwards, and she went stiff. “Oh, God! It hurts! Please, help me! Please!” Her eyes bulged in what was, without a doubt, excruciating agony, and she looked to the one person in the room she thought might sympathize with her.
“Please!” She made a direct appeal to Grant, “Make it stop!”
But there was nothing he could do if he’d wanted to. The control gel was in her system. She was beyond any of their help. It would either kill her or enslave her mind.
“Cee Tee,” Frost never took his eyes off of her, watching her intently, “any readings yet?”
“They’re moving up the spinal cord toward the brain.”
By now, the pain of the invading organisms moving along her spine was debilitating. She lay moaning, mouth agape and drooling. Nerves were trampled, causing parts of her
