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We had to get ahead of this. The longer Anton had the upper hand, the more Peyton was at risk.

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VIKTOR

I’d never been violent against a woman before, but I was tempted to change that with Elena.

Anyone not guilty would have broken with Misha’s first hour of psychological torture. Only people trained to withstand him, someone with something to hide, had the skills to withhold information.

This woman betrayed Peyton. I would wring her skinny neck in an instant if I thought it would get me the information I needed.

“Not yet.” Misha stared through the thick one-way glass that let us see into Elena’s room. Lights flashed, and Elena rocked back and forth, her shoulders up as she tried to block the sound screaming through the room.

We couldn’t hear it thanks to Misha’s excellent ability to soundproof, but seeing Elena cry great, sobbing tears did alleviate some of the need to kill her with my bare hands.

Misha reached forward and twisted a knob. Based on Elena’s open-mouthed scream, he’d turned the sound up.

“What are you playing?” I didn’t really care. I just needed something to talk about.

“It alternates. Right now, she’s listening to women screaming. Before that, it was a deep, resonating sound that causes the entire body to tremble.” Misha never looked away from the glass.

He’d started out depriving her of all her senses. Now he overloaded her with sight, sound, and smell.

“If she does not break soon, we move on.” Misha cracked his neck from one side to the other. “Women are more complicated than men. Men are single-minded, easier to manipulate.”

“Women’s bodies break easier than men’s.” Leo pointed this out in a dry, uncaring tone.

Misha grunted. “But their minds are stronger.” He shifted enough to stare at Leo. “Never underestimate an opponent based on their femininity. You have not seen what I have seen.”

The darkness was back in his eyes, and for the first time, I wondered if he’d seen them torture and kill his mother. He never spoke of her, which I supposed was answer enough.

He pressed a button on the console, and the entire room went dark for several seconds.

Then, a single, warm light flickered on in the corner, just enough to illuminate Elena’s face.

She took a deep breath as though bracing.

Misha bared his teeth and clicked a switch. “Are you ready to talk?”

A stream of curses flew from Elena’s mouth.

She threw herself toward the speaker, her body snapping taut when she hit the end of the chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles and bolted to a metal ring in the center of the room.

He cut the sound, twisted several knobs, and closed his eyes. “Let me try one more thing before we move on.”

Electricity buzzed, and then the room lit up so bright, Elena’s dark skin turned pale white. Her body arced.

“What is that?” Leo leaned over the console. “Interesting.”

“Electroshock therapy used to be all the rage. Turns out, it’s quite effective.” He let the current run until Elena pissed herself and her soundless screams turned to shuddering sobs.

“Okay.” She bellowed the word on a ragged breath. “Okay.”

Misha cut the current. “Let’s see what she has to say. You might want to stay here.” He rolled up his sleeves on his way out the door. “There is a very good chance she has enough wits to try and anger you enough to kill her before we have what we need.”

“I have more control than that.” I followed him into the room that smelled of burnt hair and urine.

Elena sagged to the floor when we entered, then scrambled to her feet and ran to the far end of the chains. “Touch me and I won’t tell you a fucking thing.”