‘I can see how horribly he treats you.’ ‘Horrible? You can’t begin to understand how repulsive he is,’ was Victor’s response. ‘He lied t... get me to marry him and I’m nothing more than another acquisition. He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything but himself. I truly hate him. I hate the sound of his voice. I hate when he touches me. I hate opening my eyes in the morning and knowing he’s going to be there.’ ‘Let me help you,’ Trent told him. ‘I can help you get away. Her domain was the flight deck of course but she was locked inside the bathroom, dealing with a case of irritable bowels (another common consequence of space flight). The rest of the crew was working on the flight deck at various tasks.When she called my name, sex and teasing were the last things on my mind. I was concentrating all of my energies upon keeping my grip on the handhold while trying to keep the little screws that held the back of the scrubber motor from floating away from me as. ‘We’ll wash out our clothes here and maybe look a little decent. Then we’ll get out of here. We’ve already stayed too long for our own safety. We need to find out what those men were after and why they were trying to kill us.’ I nodded and began scrubbing the blood off my face and the little bit that had gotten onto my clothes. ‘You know, it hurt like hell. It felt like my body was being ripped apart.’ I glanced at her and pulled my shirt back on after deciding that was about as clean as it. He paced up and down, banging his fist on desktops, kicking chairs. His hate for Mark Denning nearly exceeded the hate he felt for Liz's disgusting runaway dog. He had hated the dog and Liz ever since he had come in her back door and silently sneaked to her bedroom, only to find her moaning and bucking on her hands and knees on her bed with the great mixed wolf and German Shepherd dog's huge cock reaming her luscious cunt. He had gone mad then, and tried to kill the animal, but she had.