”“Yes, Jazz. I do know it. I just wanted to be sure you would be into it.”“Hey, I haven't killed anybody since Desert Storm and I liked doin... it. While I was a cop, I prayed for the opportunity to kill some asshole criminal. It didn't happen.” “Here's your chance, bro. I want both of them dead and anybody who is dear to them.”We began to plan. He knew how to find them and put three of his best investigators on it. Within two weeks, we knew who they were, where they lived and worked,. You enjoy being tortured, perverse bitch that you are. And the worse it hurts the better it is for you. Pain, degradation, torment--apparently you love it all. So in order to truly punish you I have to find something you don't like. Something that does horrify you. And now it seems I've found it. So you can't really blame me for taking advantage of that, can you?" "No, god, please, no more, please, I can't..." Cassie was sobbing now, still shaking. "Please, anything you want, please god. Marc had to understandthat. But while his Father's anger and persistence did frighten Marcsome, he knew it was all done out of love and concern. That had to bethe only reason.But the one good thing that came out of the evening was that Marc'sDad agreed it was time for him to head back to school. Marc wasthrilled. No more surgeries planned, no more absences. He could justreturn to school for the rest of the year and get back to normal.Almost normal. He still had months and months of dilations to. As she pulled out the square brown paper wrapped box that seemed heavy for its size she heard a jangling noise. She examined the box. No return address and no post mark. She frowned and shook the box, more jangling. Then her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the sound of chain rubbing against itself. It could not be, she thought as she looked around quickly searching for him. There could only be one person that have put the package in her mailbox, her Lover. He was not her lover in.