With Visions of Red (Broken Bonds, #1)

by Trisha Wolfe

“There’s more to a killer’s porn than bondage.”

It’s not my job to put myself in her place; I’m here to identify with her killer. Get inside his head and break him down. That’s the only thing I can do to help her now.

This is just one room in the club. The voyeur. Set up with a stage and plenty of space for the audience to roam and play while each scene is enacted for the members’ enjoyment.

The dungeon master walks a blindfolded woman onto the stage and commences strapping her to a St. Andrew’s cross.

Slaves. Obsession rules us. Our master. And we submit.

Without obsession, we may be free. Peace could have a chance. But what would life be without obsession? Hollow vessels, bored and impotent. Death. It is obsession’s ultimate price. A small tribute to pay to our beast.

I didn’t start out this way…I was made. Fashioned into an untouchable creature out of horror and pain.

didn’t start out this way…I was made. Fashioned into an untouchable creature out of horror and pain.

the woman spirals into her own world of pleasure—her subspace.

I recognize turmoil—true suffering—when I see it. And I just want to show you the way past it. To help you free yourself of the dungeon you’ve isolated—”

Between us, it can be the ultimate pleasure and freedom.”

She will be mine.

I’m not there—I’m not his anymore.

“I should hate it. Loathe it. But I don’t. I desire it so deeply…it hurts. And I like the pain.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, goddess. Just the absolute tragedy that I didn’t make you mine first.”

“The second you get this wet….” he says, his voice dark, “you find me. Wherever you are, it doesn’t matter. Do not wait. There’s no reason why you should ever want for release, Sadie.”

“But I’ll only ever do as you ask. This is the trust between us. When you say stop, I’ll stop. When you demand more, I’ll exert myself until you’re satisfied.” His face is so close to mine, I just have to inch forward…one little inch…to taste him. “Now, those are the clear safe words between us. So tell me to taste you, and not to stop until you’re coming in my mouth.”

“When you finally understand everything, you’ll know just how much power you truly have over me.”

Sadists are sexually deviant, and even though there’s no proof the first vic was raped, sex is irrelevant. He’s satisfying his urges through torture.

I’ve never worked a case that involved mutilated genitalia.

He’s a copycat. Torture is his signature. And it’s not even his own.

I’m Agent Bonds—not the woman who craves the touch of a possible serial killer.

“It’s not loss; it’s a power exchange. And I’m not stripping you of yours, I’m empowering you with mine.”

When you dig deep into the bowels of evil, you cannot hope to reemerge unscathed, unaffected, unchanged—but rather you know without doubt that your character is as fragile and susceptible to fate as the changing tide is to the sea. It’s very little to do with choice. And everything to do with risk. ~Sadie Bonds