Mary Wine by Dream Specter

with amazing perfection.
    His body pulsed as he watched the sway of her hips. She was going to welcome him between those thighs. Spread herself open for his body until they sunk into each other in complete intimacy.
    * * * * *
    “Time to abandon the operation?”
    “No, I believe we might just need to adjust our parameters.”
    A pair of cold eyes considered the information neatly displayed across his desk. It was still possible to obtain their goal.
    The profitability of this project dropped significantly with the loss of equipment. The men were irrelevant. There were plenty more to buy. Their lack of skill had cost them their lives; the only true concern was the equipment that Jared Campbell’s unit had destroyed.
    Besides the sheets of computer-generated reports, several photographs were also assessed. A slow hand removed one of them from the desktop for closer inspection.
    The little doctor was surprisingly interesting. Civilian females rarely put up any true fight. They were pitiful examples of a society that was swimming in its own excesses.
    Her education level made her a much better candidate than they currently had for this project. Intelligence was a key ingredient. He could have wished for a slightly larger female but there were ways to overcome that deficiency.
    Yes… She might just fulfill their needs.
    Chapter Seven
     
    “Christina, I’m getting worried about you now.”
    With a spatula in hand, Christina half-turned from the rangetop to survey her accuser.
    “He ate it! Jerk.”
    A silvery laugh escaped from the girl before she turned back to her latest creation. Roshelle slid into a chair as she considered her lack of options for the day. She just didn’t deal with inactivity well.
    “I think I should warn you that I’m considering trying to muscle you out. My prison block’s kitchen seems to be equipped with nothing but a can opener and coffeemaker.”
    “The Neanderthal basics.”
    Roshelle turned her lips into a pout. In the three days since Jared had hauled her back to this compound, every time she crossed paths with a soldier it was cause for him to begin walking like a gorilla while sending her the appropriate grunting noises.
    “I should have gone to assassin training university instead of medical school.”
    “Well, at least you aren’t barefoot.”
    It took a moment for her friend’s comment to sink in. Roshelle stared in confusion as Christina lifted one of her feet from the floor to wiggle her bare toes in the air.
    “Someone took your shoes?”
    The compound that separated the two homes was very basic. Both driveways were nothing more than forest floor. Other than the tire tracks and the houses themselves they were surrounded by the forest. Crossing the needle- and rock-covered ground was extremely unwise without footwear.
    “In response to your successful escape, it was decided that an obstacle to leaving this house might be advisable.”
    “I was far from successful. Opposite side of the ring, if you ask me.”
    “Well, it certainly got a lot of attention.”
    “What it almost got you was a death certificate.”
    Jared locked eyes with Roshelle as she glared at him. Surprise passed briefly over those brown eyes before she masked the emotion. Abandoning his post outside the kitchen door, he moved inside to see if her newfound courage held up to closer inspection. It was time to press her enough to shake loose some information. The current stalemate was making him nervous.
    Whoever was out there, it wasn’t an amateur.
    “Hum… Let’s see… It’s been three whole days since you last threatened me. I guess you’re overdue.”
    Seeing the man in the light of day drove home his size. There was just something about the way he blended in with the darkness that made her forget just exactly how big he was. The walls of the kitchen, despite their large size, just closed in on her as he walked into it. Her chest tightened in response. Feeling off balance, Roshelle pushed to her