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    Chapter Seven
     
    I catch my quarry in the hallway before she can make it to the safety of Dexter’s room. I leaned on the wall waiting for her to come to me. I’ m a patient hunter, or so I tell myself. In reality I was trying to talk myself out of it or into it, take your pick.
    “If it isn’t the incompetent sadist, are you going to Dexter’s room to abuse him some more.” I raise a brow at the shame that crosses her face. Yes, it’ s wrong to exploit i t. I know how she feels. But I’ m not Font right now and the asshole demands his payment for the night- we mustn’t disappoint our Master.
“Did you leave many scars? You already scarred the wife why not the husband too?” I taunt.
She doesn’t answer me. She tries to step away from me to defuse the situation. I’m thankful that she’ s a small woman or she’d beat me or outrun me . But she can’t do either of tho se things. She steps to the side and I angle myself to cut her off. We do this dance several times before she bares her fanged caps at me. I laugh at her- Font, not Thompson. It was rather cute in a pissed off kitten sort of way.
    I feel rather bad that I have to bully her. She’ s very ignorant in the working of her own house. I know she isn’t the mole, but if the mole is watching who else would love Katya fucked with more than Adelaide Whittenhower. Kat is the ultimate target. I haven’t used her yet. I have the feeling I’ ll have to do it a few times.
    “What do you want?” She hisses at me.
“Do n’t you think it’s in appropriate to allow your child to watch the fun and games in the dungeon? I had to send her and the rest of the minors from the area. What kind of mother are you?” Actually this is Font’s question. My mother allowed me to see so much deb auchery that I don’t know what’ s normal anymore. I don’t want that for the angelic beauty. If they don’t kill me before my mission is complete I would love to mentor the girl.
She flinches at the accusation. She takes a step back to flee me. I rotate and herd her until her back hits the wall. Now she can go nowhere.
“Tell me, do you enjoy fucking your father-in-law in the same house with your children and his wife? Does that sort of thing get you off? Do your husbands watch too?” She looks at me as if I’ve struck her. The nausea st arts to build. I can’t stop now. I’ve attracted an audience. I have to finish this.
“Does your daughter know that you married your rapist? I bet you get off on force. I bet you loved every second that Ray Hunter pounded into you. Did you cum for-”
“You bastard!” Her small fist swings out and deflects off my shoulder. I hope after this they teach her som e self-defense moves.
    I step from her path for two reasons. One: I hit a nerve. She must have climaxed for one of them and it makes me feel dirty to have said it. Her face is set in betrayal. Angry tears of frustration slide down her cheeks. Reason two: I’ m so nauseous that I can barely contain my dry-heaves.
I walk down the hall chuckling Dalton Thompson’s evil laugh.
I reach the end of the hallway and enter the hidden staircase to my apartment. I run flat out up the stairs and make it inside my apartment just in time for the heaving to start. I huddle over my toilet as my throat constricts and the only thing it draws up is bile. The fluid burns my throat and mouth and I welcome the pain. I deserve it. It isn’t a just punishment for the wounds I just opened for the young mother and wife. Not to mention what I did to Cassie earlier in the night.
    I reach for a towel and smother the scream that builds in side my chest. I need the pain released. I can’t keep taking it in and holding it. I’ m not a big enough masochist to contain the misery. 
I stand and glare at myself in t he mirror- Dalton Thompson. He’ s an evil bastard. I yank the ugly brown wig from my head. I