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Sometimes Payback - Revenge Is Only Choice - Suffer by E. E. Borton

"Why do I make you watch each other suffer? Is it sexual?
Maybe, but it's always about control. It's about pain. I want
Paul to see everything I've done here; he has to see it. Do I
rape you? Yes, and Paul will know Caleb watched me.
Paul will know I was the last man on earth to fuck his wife
before I butchered her. I want him to know that both of you
were terrified and screaming in agony before I killed you.
I want your caskets closed. I want him to know I was the
last man on earth to see your mother's pretty face before
I destroyed it. I want him to know I was the last man on
earth to see you intact and whole. I own that now. I own
all of you...
~~~
He shut the front door behind him and took a deep breath after closing his eyes. It wasn't going to be easy taking himself into the dark place he needed to go, the dark place that made him a very effective hunter. On any other crime scene, he would've had hours to put himself behind the eyes of a killer. Limited to twenty minutes inside the villa, he pushed hard to find the darkness. In less than a minute, he began to transform from a federal agent into a murderer.
"I'm going to get her by car," whispers the killer. "The nosy neighbors behind million-dollar views might notice a strange boat tied to the dock. The front door is the best choice. It's more secluded.
"Does she know me? Maybe. Do I just walk in through the unlocked door and surprise her? No. If she doesn't know me, she might be on the phone or in the kitchen close to a knife. She has a chance to call for help or grab a weapon. I need to make her answer the front door."
The killer walks down the hall taking photos. "I'm inside and now I have you. I close and lock the door behind me. I subjue you first and then Caleb. Once I have control of your son, you'll do anything I tell you to do...
Walking into the bedroom, the killer gets a rush of endorphins when he see Caleb still bound and lifeless. He kneels down beside the small body. "Your mother doesn't care what I do to her as long as I don't hurt you. I lied to her. I needed to control everything in order to finish what I came here to do. I knew you were both going to die here tonight..."


S U F F E R


By. E. E. Borton


There is only one way I would ever recommend this book... It is to have the ending that it has... And for those who want to read about revenge thrillers, This Book Is Definitely For You...I find as I've gotten older and seen too much of this sad world, I tend to see revenge as a welcome action. And I loved what happened and how the book closed. Still, the book is very graphic, so I moved it to my adult blog to give you enough information to know what the book is about, without the potential access to children...

 Paul Freeman looked at this gauges and motioned to his friends it was time to surface. They had been down on the Shark Wall for more than forty-five minutes, and the setting sun was leaving with its light. Their favorite dive site was located ten miles off the southwest coast of New Providence Island, Bahamas. None of the three men wanted to leave the water... 
Friends since childhood, the three men stowed their gear and settled into their favorite seats on the planet, seats that rose and fell in a calming rhythm as the sea passed gently beneath them. They all attempted to get together for holidays and birthdays, with little success, but they hadn't missed the annual Bahamas Run since Paul bought his cruiser six years earlier. For nine days, they left the hectic pace of their everyday lives and turned into big kids with no supervision. The first sip of a cold beer mixed with the lingering salt on their lips is what insured they'd never miss the Run...
...You can bend her ear all you want tomorrow at lunch. Speaking of which, we need to head to dry land and get a good night's sleep. We have a long boat ride back to the house, and we need to get started early. She promised a low-country boil waiting for us on the dock."
"She couldn't get more perfect if she tried," said Evan.
"I do love that woman," replied Paul with a grin..."
~~~


...she wasn't expecting her visitor to be
 wearing the uniform of a Florida state
trooper.
"Mrs. Kathryn Freeman?" asked the trooper
looking down at his notepad.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, closing the pad.
"Your husband, Paul, has been in a serious
accident."
"That's impossible," she said in defiance,
but with a shaky voice. "His car is in the
garage. He took our boat to the Bahamas
on a fishing trip...
"I'm sorry I wasn't clear, ma'am. It wasn't
with a car. He was involved in an accident
with another boat...May I come inside?"
..."I need to get my son. Is--is my husband
Okay?"...
"Let's get your boy and sit down so we can
talk, Mrs. Freeman."
"Right," she said, turning and walking...
Her heart was already racing when the two
darts delivering 50,000 volts penetrated
the skin between her shoulder blades.
~~~

Paul, Evan, and Grey were out in the water diving on the last day of their trip to the Bahamas, preparing to leave early the next day to get back home.


Kate blinked her eyes several times to
clear the blurry veil from her vision.
Her head throbbed with intense pain
as each heartbeat pushed blood through
the swelling lump on her forehead. She
was confused and terrified, but she
wasn't sure why. She started crying
when Caleb came into focus in front of
her. He was sitting a few feet away,
bound to a chair she recognized from
his playroom. Duck tape was covering
his mouth. She saw two thin trails of
dried blood running from the Taser
wounds in his chest and ending in a
red stain on the front of his Spiderman
shorts. He was staring at her.
~~~
That's where it was happening...  And there was nobody to help Kate and Caleb...

A man dressed as a state trooper came to her door to say that Paul had been in an accident.

She let him in...

The taser seared into her back before she could even reach Caleb, her son.




There was always a voice in his
head telling him to find the
animals and make them pay.
On that afternoon, he heard
the familiar voice of a child.
He turned to face the house when
Caleb called down to him.
It's time to go to work, Uncle Grey.
~~~
When Paul and his friends reached the dock, Kate was not there with the lunch as promised... Perhaps it was that special sense that Grey had that warned of trouble and he tried to keep Paul from being the first into the house...and then into the room where they had been left...

But he was unable to stop Paul from seeing what had been done to his wife and son... He would never be able to forget it...or live with it...

Even when the paramedics discovered later that Kate was still alive, Paul was lost, nearly in a trance... Grey immediately took charge, ensuring everything was taken care of, authorities, parents notified and a special request from his home office for guards to protect Kate, at least until they knew whether she was going to make it...


"Who am I talking with right now? Because it sure as hell isn't the Kate I know."
"The Kate you know is dead, Grey. She was murdered with her son and then died again when she found out her husband committed suicide. The only reason I'm alive is because the person who did this is still alive. I'm going to change that."
~~~

But two things happened. Grey was not permitted to be involved with the official investigation, even though everybody who was part of the family expected it...

And then Kate recovered months later and everybody, including her parents and sister, noticed that, beyond the loss of one eye and the cuts across her face and body, it was a very different Kate who was rising as if a phoenix from the fire...




This is the kind of book that I want to go on and on about what happens! After a horrifying beginning, I loved the ending of this and, hope that this will continue as a series... There must be a bit of Kate Freeman in me, because I wanted to be part of her team and participate in what happened! This is a dark book, so be sure you know what you will be reading! At the same time, This book spits out what is happening in today's world that just has to be stopped somehow... Maybe Kate Freeman has the right idea... Do let me know what you think! Highly recommended!


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Eric E. Borton served six years with Naval Intelligence in North Africa, Southern Europe, and the Middle East. As a civilian, he served thirteen years with a rescue helicopter service in Atlanta, Georgia, where he currently resides. Learn more about the author and his other titles on his website at www.eeborton.com.



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