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The bolts of lightning that extended down from her chest to her hands made more sense now — not just a strange affinity, but an obsession.

Catching me off guard, she pressed the zapping wand into my thigh. Just inches from my clit, I felt my muscles twitch as the restraints held me in place.

“FUCK!” I shouted through the gag.

A part of me wondered if Cyrus and Blade would be able to hear my screams, if they’d try to join us.

But if I knew anything about my Freaks, they were hesitant to share their prey once I’d been caught. Especially before they’d had their fill.

Nash bit her lip. “Goddamn. You make me a fucking monster, Sweet Lamb.” Before I could answer, Nash brought the tip of her wand to my slick folds and let the toy zap my hardened, sensitive clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” I felt tears well in my eyes, even as pleasure washed over my body.

“That’s it.” Nash ran her fingers along my jaw before pressing her fingers back between the lips of my pussy. I could feel the excitement dripping down my thighs now, each zap of her toys bringing a new sensation to my body — sensations I would be craving for the rest of my life.

She pressed her fingers deeper inside my channel, massaging my g-spot as she fucked me.

My body was ready to release right then and there, eager to come on her hands.

But Nash pulled away. “My toy only comes when I tell her to.”

Through my gag, I nodded. “Yes, Master.”

Stepping away, Nash listened to the rattling of my chains as she moved back to her cabinet of toys. Obscured from view, she grabbed something off the shelf.

She held her hand behind her back as she strode back toward me. A devious smirk took over her face as she watched me squirm.

Stepping in front of me, Nash stared down at me with her gray eyes. “Do you trust me, Sweet Lamb?”

I nodded, hardly bothering to think about it. The answer was intrinsic. Nash had become weaved into every fiber of my existence. And as she left me strung up in her electrified dungeon, I knew I’d never be able to purge her from my soul.

“Yes, Master.”

Laughing, Nash revealed what she’d hidden behind her back. A knife with a burgundy handle and a rose gold blade. She hovered the tip of her finger over the blade, a bolt of electricity connecting between the two.

“Dangerous choice, Sweet Lamb.”

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NASH

I’d never felt a hunger like this.

Watching Tess squirm under my electrified wand had awoken something deep inside me that had been begging for release from the moment she stepped into Feverpoint.

And now I had her right where I wanted her.

I brought the tip of my knife blade to her chin, not letting it close enough to shock her.

Not yet.

The fun was in watching the fear in her eyes. And even more, the excitement between her legs. Even as I stood over her, I could see her slick pleasure dripping down her legs, and could smell it in the air.

“I promise I won’t break you… forever.” I laughed as I brought the cold tip of my electrified knife to her nipples. This time, I let it zap her skin.

She whimpered at the feeling, a shock traveling through her skin as goosebumps rose on her soft flesh.

Taking a step back, I grabbed Trixie from beside the exit to the speakeasy. I let the head of the mallet drag along the floor as I approached the St. Andrew’s Cross.