Page 127 of A Stop in Time

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Page 127 of A Stop in Time

Each Sunday when my sweet Eleanor arrives for her “trial” appointment, we reinstate further mind manipulation and programming for who she needs to eliminate next.

Eleanor Mackenzie is the one woman who’s managed to exceed my wildest dreams. With her, I can achieve anything.

My finger presses the button to fast-forward the camera feed once again to when Eleanor returns home. With a bloody lip and covered in scratches and scrapes, she’s never looked more sexually enticing.

Unfastening my pants, I pull out my thick shaft while watching her move robotically through her home, removing her boots before striding to her bedroom. She sits on the mattress and tips backward, her eyes blinking rapidly before they drop closed.

Her nipples are erect, prodding against the dirty, bloodstained fabric. My mouth waters as I imagine latching onto her stiff peaks. I’d suck so hard, gathering the combined taste of her and the metallic flavor of Lara’s blood on my tongue.

My lips part on a serrated breath as I stroke my length, the flared head seeping fluid at the tip. My other hand frantically jabs at the computer’s keyboard, pulling up another recorded moment when I’d triggered her to complete another task.

This is my favorite.

Eyes glued to the screen, I witness the moment her mind becomes exhausted from the manipulation—after she’s successfully carried out an assassination, of course—and she collapses on the ground outside her home.

As she lies facedown, the curves of her pert buttocks are still as tantalizing beneath the bloodied and dirtied shorts. I pause the recording, unable to drag my eyes off her.

“Oh, my sweet Eleanor.” The sound of her name on my lips sends an even stronger surge of arousal strumming through me. Tightening my fist, I stroke faster and vow to myself that it’s finally time. I’ve been patient enough.

I will program Eleanor Mackenzie to love me. She’ll willingly take me inside her and welcome my semen. Perhaps we’ll even make a baby.

My head falls back, eyes closing at the intoxicating thought. I jerk my length in four more deep strokes before my body spasms. My ejaculation is so powerful, I cup my other hand over the head to prevent spattering on the computer and any important paperwork.

Once my body is no longer riddled with tremors, I peer down at the semen in my cupped hand. What a terrible waste.

But not for long. My eyes return to the screen.

“Soon, Eleanor. Soon, you’ll be all mine.”

59

MAC

“For being a murderer, you sure aren’t very confident about doing it again.” I shake out my arms, my nerves frayed like hell as I stride down the gravel road.

“And I’m talking to myself like a bona fide crazy person.” A sound of disgust bubbles free. “Just fucking great.”

Once I reach the fence line, it’s so innocuous that I start to second-guess myself. Is this really the place?

“Guess there’s only one way to find out,” I mutter beneath my breath. I exhale slowly and press my thumb and finger together.

Silence descends over me, and I climb the fence, scrambling over and dropping down on the opposite side. Striding toward the building, I nearly turn around because nothing seems familiar.

Until I round the front and see the small sign.

HelixCorp

The sight of that unearths an immediate flash of memory, as if my mind has broken free of the hold it’s been under. In this memory, Dr. Pinney smiles at me and shakes my hand.

“Welcome, Eleanor. I’m thrilled to have you join my program.”

His smile had been at odds with the frigid assessment in his gaze that had sent a fissure of alarm racing through me. I’d dismissed it, though, assuming it was simply me experiencing jitters at embarking on something exciting and new.

What a fucking fool I’d been.

I encounter the first guard positioned at the main door whose features don’t incite any recognition even after a moment’s study. He must be new.

Sliding his flashlight from where it’s clipped to his belt, I click it on, relieved it’s in working order. Dusk is fast approaching, and I’ll need a source of light to navigate this building.




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