Untainted: (Crime Romance: The Photographer Trilogy #3) by Sarah Robinson Read Free Book Online Page A

chills ran down her spine as her skin broke out in little bumps.
    Gulping, she forced herself to inhale, shuddering as she did so. Frank licked his lips at her reaction, clearly aroused and making no attempt to hide it. Just as quickly, he stood up and uncoiled the rope in his hand, smiling at her again.
    “But not in here. I’ve got a special place just for you.” He was laughing again and Kate was sure that she had never heard a more frightening sound in her life than that laugh.
    Grabbing the bindings on her hand, he deftly spun the rope around it and around both of her wrists. The restraint became tighter and Kate could feel her pulse through her fingertips.
    Giving it a yank, she launched forward and fell onto his feet, only to be quickly met with the muddy tip of his boot pushing her face into the stable floor. She squirmed, attempting to breathe, but felt dirt and hay entering her nose as she screamed into it.
    Suddenly, she was up and being pulled forward, across the dirt floor and out of the stall she had been imprisoned in. She attempted to get her feet up underneath her so she could stand, but Fran was dragging her so quickly that she couldn’t manage to do it.
    The smell of copper flooded her nose and Kate whipped her head up to find the origin. They were passing other stalls in the stable and each one had a more horrific scene than the next. Fear pulsed through her veins, thundering in her ears so loudly that she could actually hear how terrified she was.
    A young blonde woman was in one stall, dangling from a rope in the center, clearly dead. The next stall just had blood, a dark and congealed shine to it. Another had a stack of hay with flies swarming around it, something indistinguishable laying across the middle of the pile.
    That was it, she couldn’t hold it a second longer. Kate vomited right in the middle of the stable hall as she gave up all attempts to stand and just allowed herself to be dragged.
    “Damn it!” Frank grimaced, disgusted at her.
    She moaned in pain as he came to a stop to survey her, then grabbed her up by her hair and pulled her to her feet.
      “Come on, I’ve got something to show you, half wit.” He growled as he shoved her toward a door on the left at the very end of the long hall.
      They entered an office, maybe twice the size of the stall she had been in previously, but this room was lined with concrete on every surface. Industrial furniture filled the room, metal desks and chairs alongside metal cabinets.
    One side of the room clearly had a window, but a large cork board had been tacked up over it. Sun was shining on all sides of the board, attempting to creep in, but the board itself is what Kate’s eyes became stuck on.
    Photographs lined every inch of it. Instant photos of women, some completely unaware of their stolen image, others looking terrified, and some looking as if they had given up all hope.
    There had to be several dozen different women on there, yet all the woman had a similar look to them. He had a type.
    Every woman looked like a variation of Kate.
    She was his type.
     
          “Figured it out yet?” He tied her bindings around a metal pipe that went from the floor to ceiling on one wall as he watched her take in his trophies.
    A warm feeling of pride seemed to spread through him, satisfied at the horrified look on her face. She blinked as she turned back to look at him, trying to understand what was going on.
    “Here, maybe this will jog your memory.” Frank walked to the other side of the room and rummaged through one of the desk drawers, leaving her imprisoned against the pipe.
    “I’ve waited so many years for this. I’ve practiced over and over again. Each and every one of those pictures on the wall- that’s because of you. I’ve been preparing myself for you, but then the day comes and you just don’t fucking die. You’re here, alive, and he is dead. Because of you.” Frank spoke solemnly as he crossed the