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.With each bump, sharp needle-like pricks ran the length of her arm. Claudette! Luca s shouts echoed through the park.She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing emerged.Stunned at her inability to formsound, she struggled to get out of the man s hands.Kicking and flailing, she tried to connect withanything that would cause the man to lose his balance.Something hard and cold pressed against her calf.A clicking sounded before intense shocksradiated through her, immobilizing her muscles.Paralyzed with pain, she could do nothing butallow the torture to happen.Finally, he relented and she slumped over his shoulder in a daze. Not such a hellion now, are you, bitch? I fucked up last time.I won t do it again.Though she heard the words, she was unable to respond.Stars danced in front of her eyesand her head pounded from the current that had passed through her.46 The Feline FugitiveAll motion stopped, and he dropped her to the ground.With no strength to break her fall,she landed hard, striking her head on the side of the wooden swing set.Pain exploded behind hereyes, causing her to cry out.Rough hands forced her to sit and he balanced her against a post.She moaned in agony as he yanked her injured arm down by her side.White dots swam beforeher vision.She shook her head and blinked.In seconds, she was tied.Waves of blackness crashedaround her.Unable to stay adrift, she sank into the darkness.Chapter 11Why wasn t she screaming? Fear lodged in his throat at her silence.The entire park had aneerie calm to it.His body shook.Luca, you can t lose it.He forced himself to concentrate on what needed to be done while he transformed into Fluffy.Moving with stealth, he made his way to the shadows. Here kitty, kitty, the killer called.Luca growled.Arrogant bastard.If he wanted to play cat and mouse, he d be happy to oblige.Crouching low, he stalked through the bushes. Don t you want to know where your lady is?Tension made his muscles rigid, but he didn t rise to the bait. I ll give you a little hint about what I ve already done to her.Dear God, he d harmed her.Terror kept him motionless.The man took something from hispocket and held it in the air.A gun? No, it couldn t be.There had been no shots.Maybe he d useda silencer.His stomach rebelled.Gagging, he almost lost the contents of his belly at the thoughtshe already lay dead.A repetitive clicking came from the device, a line of blue electric current flashed in thedarkness.Jesus Christ, he d used a stun gun on her.She must have been in agony, terrified.Heswallowed hard.The fucker would die.Tonight.Ignoring the instinct to attack, he prowled through the darkness, desperate to find her andsee for himself she was alive.Moments later, he came to a clearing illuminated by the light of a streetlamp and sawClaudette tied to the wood play fort.Chin slumped against her chest, her hair hid her face fromhis view.He wanted to yowl in frustration.The asshole knew what he was doing this time, usingher to fish him out.He searched for any way to get to her in the shadows.God damn it! The onlyway for him to free her was to show himself.Look at me baby, come on, lift your head and show me you re okay.Not the slightest of twitches came from her still form.His heart felt as if a vise compressed it,his breathing came in shorts spurts.She was so still he couldn t even see if her chest rose and fell.Come on.Nothing.Incapable to stop himself, he sprinted forward.Gunshots cracked in the distance and the dirtin front of him puffed up like a waft of smoke as each bullet entered the earth.4748 The Feline FugitiveHer head jerked at the sound, and relief hit him with such force, his legs weakened for amoment.Retracing his steps, he sprinted for cover.The killer stepped out of the bushes and strode toward Claudette.Luca crouched low, keepingto the darkness. Come out, come out, wherever you are.Blue sparks came from the stun gun.Before he had time to blink, the killer thrust theinstrument of torture into Claudette s side.Her body bucked and twitched, face twisted in agony.A cold chill settled over him.Fuck Fluffy.He transformed with a roar and rushed toward her. Mother fucker, I ll kill you!The man straightened, lifted his arm and pointed the gun at him.Skidding to a halt, he faced the other man.The beat of his heart pounded his ears.The killer swung the gun, aimed it at Claudette [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]