Dean's twenty third birthday party was a modest event, with only Moriarty, Dean and Tiffany sharing the small selection of sugared slices and the large black bottle of coke. However, Moriarty was convinced that he would appreciate her kind gesture. She sipped her fizzy drink and looked across at Dean as he stared through the window at the mild, late autumn s...
Moriarty left her desk in search of the project supervisor and found her sitting in her office, reading the local newspaper. She looked up from her broadsheet as Moriarty appeared at the door and offered a mild smile. "The cultures have been separated and the discs are now in the freezer," Moriarty announced, seething to be reporting to a mere graduate stu...
John Watson drove home almost by rote. He finally looked out at the front of his garage and realized that he had absolutely no idea how he got there. The entire trip from the diner to his house was a blank. He took a long, shuddering breath, exited the car and stumbled into the house. His thoughts were chaotic and he felt a sense of emptiness and loss. He k...
Dean and his team of tormentors soon settled into a hideous routine. Every morning at seven he would be taken by the night guard to be showered before returning to his cell for a morning meal. Then, at eight sharp he would be taken to the Treatment Room for a hot tube to be inserted into his urethra for two hours. Each day the pain diminished by a small frac...
The prison van drew to a halt outside the ominous block of black glass that served as the Research Centre of the Genesis Corporation. The black sheets parted to allow Dean, in chains, followed by Watkins and another guard to step into a bright white room. They stood before the camera and all three looked up into the unblinking lens. A buzzer sounded and a...
Chapter 8 The villa lay on the outskirts of the southern suburbs, near the main road leading to the border. The high walls offered seclusion from prying eyes, but Moriarty knew that even a gallery of a thousand braying spectators would no longer unsettle Dean as he walked naked and bound through the garden to the patio by the oval pool. He stood before the...
It was eight thirty and Dean was sitting in his cell after his shower and his morning meal, fearful of the indignities that lay ahead. He knew now, after his first visit to the Treatment Room, that he would be enduring a painful and degrading sexual experience at the hands of these brutal women. Walton told him that the inmates had been allowed to 'discover'...
Oh, who loves them bad boys? That's right me. And Mr. Moriarty is bad to the bone. Enjoy it, fav. it, vote on it. mac *** The tiniest little blonde walked into the bar and Colin would have sworn that she was a child except no child ever had such generously proportioned and lovely curves. She was definitely beautiful and he wasn't the only one that notice...
Note- Inspired by the genius of one of England's greatest writers, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and by the gorgeous actresses Scarlett and Emma. x London, 1889. x Forty eight hours previously London had been stunned to hear the horrid news that Professor Moriarty had escaped from the clutches of the English penal system and was at liberty. Inspector Lestrade...
Roberta Rodriguez began her career in the security profession as a Saturday night guard in the local mall, walking the dark and empty passageways and climbing the sleeping elevators while the rest of the city enjoyed the height of the weekend. As a young woman without either children or a criminal record, it was easy to find such menial work that required on...