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nothing more than
     a thick leather strap doubled over and bolted to the wood.
    The primitive door was open. Not much, only enough to see a sliver of darkness and
     almost continuous flashes of watery light—but it was open.
    I bit my knuckle. Nothing said Go away! like a big black X on the door.
    But it was open . An open door was an invitation…right?
    The temptation to creep closer and try to see something clashed fiercely with the desire to scurry back to my room and reassess
     my priorities.
    The sounds were more distinct now, and I swallowed hard when I recognized the distinctive
     buzz and snap of some kind of powerful electrical device discharging. It was a relief
     to realize the human sounds seemed unrelated to the snaps and flashes of light. During
     one of my ER rotations, I’d seen an electrical burn from electro-stimulation gone
     wrong and I never wanted to see it again, much less experience it for myself.
    But those throaty masculine chuckles and amused murmurs were definitely a reaction
     to pained grunts and groans. Someone was being tortured in there. And someone else
     was enjoying it.
    A sharp yelp made me gasp, and I slapped one trembling hand over my mouth while the
     other flattened on my stomach. That could be me in there, being tortured for someone else’s amusement.
    Okay, maybe I should have taken this a little slower. My heart was about to batter
     its way right out of my ribcage, and I couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or
     terror.
    Time to get my ass back to my room. I didn’t have to travel the entire road to self-discovery
     in a single day.
    Before I could flee, a loud, stuttering groan rang out, followed by, “Jesus, please , Sir! Ah! Motherfucker…fuckfuck FUUUUCK !”
    My eyes widened. That was Colin.
    “Oh my God,” I whispered against my bloodless fingers. They were torturing Colin?
     He was a bottom ?
    I took a shaky step toward the door, and then another. What was happening to him?
    Was it something that would happen to me if I stuck around?
    Did I want to find out?
    A heartbeat later, the choice was no longer mine. My wrists were seized from behind
     and I was hauled against a hard masculine body with my arms crossed over my chest.
     I was too breathless with terror to even squeak when he put his mouth against my ear.
    “ Gotcha, Dr. McBride! ”
     
     

 

Chapter Four
     
    I stomped hard on his instep, but it was a useless tactic when he wore boots and I
     didn’t—my heel hurt and he probably didn’t even feel it.
    Filing away that bit of wisdom for future use, I twisted in his arms. “Let go of me!”
    “That wasn’t very nice, slave.”
    I knew that voice, and I gasped as a burst of adrenaline-fueled arousal streaked down
     between my legs. Vincent Price had just called me slave.
    Oh shit, I was really doing this.
    “Vince, please—”
    “Quiet, slave!” he barked, lifting me up and carrying me toward the terminal chamber
     of torture. “And that’s Master Vincent to you right now.”
    I struggled against his hold, trying to make him drop me, but it was useless. His
     arms were like iron.
    Jesus, this was the single hottest thing that had ever happened to me with my clothes
     on.
    Everything inside me went weak with lust when he kicked the door open with his big
     black combat boot and marched into the shadows.
    “Dr. Kilmartin!” he called as his grip loosened and I slid to the cold floor.
    The room was completely dark, but in the corner I could see another open door illuminated
     by the flashing light. It was clearly the source of the electrical discharges.
    Fight-or-flight kicked in suddenly and I dove for the exit, only to be yanked back
     against him.
    “Oh no you don’t.” He kicked the door shut. “You’re a naughty little slave girl, aren’t
     you?”
    I giggled hysterically. Giggled .
    “You think this is funny, slave?”
    Julian’s stern voice pierced the darkness around me like a velvet-coated blade and
     it happened