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He placed a stun gun in her palm.

Shit.

She pressed it against my outer hip.

“Say, ‘Thank you, Isabella.’”

I said nothing.

The gun cracked.

Every muscle in my side seized. My body jerked against the chair as pain ripped through my hip and shot across my abdomen. A grunt tore from me before I could stop it.

She pulled the gun away.

“Say it properly,” she purred. “Thank you, Isabella.”

I dragged in a breath and smiled through clenched teeth.

“Go fuck yourself.”

The second burst struck my thigh.

My leg kicked uselessly against the ankle restraint. The current stopped, leaving the muscle knotted and trembling.

“Say it.”

I stared at the crack in the floor as she moved the gun to my flank.

The third burst folded me as far forward as the restraints allowed. Pain clawed through my ribs, and a raw scream tore out of me before I cut it off.

If Mouse was listening, she’d heard it.

So what.

She could hear the pain.

She could also hear that this woman still didn’t own me.

The stun gun pressed against the tender skin of my lower abdomen.

She leaned close enough that her breath touched my wet face.

“Use my name and thank me properly.”

The next burst tore through me.

My spine arched, and the chair rocked beneath the violent jolt tearing through my abdomen.

“Say it,” she demanded. “‘Thank you, Isabella.’”

I forced air into my lungs.

“Isa—”

Her mouth curved in triumph.

“—beast.”