She would take her sweet time killing him, that much she knew. With Herbert and Marisa things had happened too quickly. There’d been no chance to really savour their fear. She’d been too concerned with finding out the names of their fellow perverts. Well now she had enough names to keep her in the business of revenge for as long as she could evade being killed or captured. Sure, she still didn’t know the identity of the other surviving man from the basement – the Chief Bastard – but she would cause all the pain in her power to try and make the doctor give him up. And if he held out, well, she would just have to ferret the name out of Herbert’s black book.A feeling deep inside told her that, one way or another, she would get what she wanted. It was such an alien sensation that it took her a while to identify it. Confidence. She was starting to believe in herself, in her ability to do something other than get men off for money. For years she’d kidded herself that her talent for providing pleasure gave her some sort of control over the men who came to her.
