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Boris couldn't sleep. He was in too much pain. How could one sleep when they were in someone's basement, God only knew where, restrained to a cot with a psycho ruling over them — a psycho that wanted to torture them and pay them back for all their perceived slights. He was still stunned out of his mind. He just couldn't believe this was happening. He knew Stone was as rebellious and as defiant as ever against authority. What he couldn't explain or comprehend was her apparent superhuman strength and her ability to pull off such an elaborate kidnapping. Dark web or not, money or not, how had she managed to convince a few young punks to kidnap a couple of people so she could have fun torturing them? He figured she must have paid them well, just as the guys had said. The biggest question was how this would all end. The branding gave him a little hope that she intended to let them live. But why would she do that? Why would she let them live so they could be witnesses to what she had done? Remembering she had said something about possibly letting them live to be haunted by memories of her evil deeds — perhaps that was what she really had in mind. But then she went all cryptic and talked about keeping deals. Apparently, keeping your word was a seriously sacred issue with this bitch, but hey, the police and other law enforcement personnel were legally allowed to lie to a potential suspect. Like it or not, that was the law — just like they were allowed to kill killers. The branding definitely gave him hope, but since she seemed to want to dish out what she believed she had been given, that meant she might renege on her own deals. Earlier, she was alone in the basement with them when she went to uncuff him for a bathroom break. He was thrilled. He wasn't going to let this bitch manhandle him once again, as if she were twice his size. As soon as he was free, he jumped up and began swinging. However, Stone deflected all his blows and then punched him in the face. "You couldn't beat me before, so why would you think you could beat me now?" she screamed. Boris touched his bloody face. The fucking bitch was right. He was healthy when she pushed him off the hospital ward and she wasn't quite there yet. And now he was weak from hunger and abuse, while she was in better health and definitely had the upper hand. It was silly for him to think he could take her just because he was bigger. He wasn't even that much bigger to begin with. He was a few inches taller, but she was heavier. "You're not gonna get away with this, Janelle." “I've heard that shit before. But guess what, Boris? I have and I will get away with it." "Why?" he screamed. "Why? You got off scot-free with millions of dollars. What more do you fucking want?" "Yes, I got what I deserved, but you guys didn't. You guys were still prepared to arrest me." "You deserved it!" "And now you deserve to be punished for playing with my head and making that hospital stay twice the hell it was on me. Why should those who do wrong get away with it just because those who did nothing wrong were compensated?" "But you did do wrong, you sick twist. You murdered someone. You murdered a husband and a father..." "Who put his hands needlessly in my face," Janelle finished. "You also killed other people." "Yes, I did! But no one can prove that, no matter what they say." Boris stared at her, not at all surprised by that revelation. She had attempted to kill Stephanie while killing her unborn child, after all, and she probably pushed her mother into the pool and drowned her as well. Deciding her knuckles were sore enough and she didn't want to be splattered with any more blood, Janelle grabbed the remote and zapped Boris. When she was done, he stood there, panting and wheezing noisily. "Now, you gonna empty that tiny little thing out between your legs? Or should I diaper you up and put you back in bed?" Boris shook with fury. Yes, he was weak, he was in pain, and he was starving, but he had never been angrier in his life. The rage and humiliation literally shook him to the core. He didn't want to tell her this, thus increasing his chances of her killing him, but he promised himself that if he got out of this alive, he would hunt her ass down and kill her. He hoped and prayed that he would find her before the law did. But even if the law caught up to her first, he would get her on the inside somehow. He had his connections, and this was a universally hated woman. He was sure he could find a little alone time with her. She would just have to be handcuffed to an eyebolt while he decorated her own face the way she had his. Not with a homemade branding iron, of course, but his fists would do. He was going to get her one way or another, and then he would make sure she paid to the full extent that the law allowed and then some. If she ever somehow managed to walk free, that would be it for her, even though she would be an incredibly old lady if she ever did. He did his business in the bathroom and then, even though he knew he shouldn't, his fist had a mind of its own as he flung it in Janelle's direction. Again, the bitch caught it and made him sorry he dared take that swing when she literally bent his fingers back and broke them one by one before restraining him again as Detective Gilbert watched in helpless horror.