I want her dead, but for a woman like
her
there is a far worse fate:
She may hate me.
She will still be mine.
I awoke in hell. I don't know who I was before, or where I came from. If I ever knew anything but darkness and pain.
What I am now is a machine. A weapon, whose every breath is controlled by the technology fused with my very DNA.
Bound in eternal servitude.
She
did this.
Doctor Adelaide Thompson made me into the perfect soldier. A
protector,
incapable of doing her harm. But all I fantasize about is my hands around her throat. Her soft, pink lips gasping for air, and the drum of her pulse under my palms.
I
hate
her.
I want her.
And I am the only one who can save her life.
She won't like the price...