Protector

<p><strong>I want her dead but for a woman like <em>her</em> there is a far worse fate:</strong></p><p><strong>She may hate me.</strong></p><p><strong>She will still be mine.</strong></p><p><br></p><p>I awoke in hell. I don't know who I was before or where I came from. If I ever knew anything but darkness and pain.</p><p>What I am now is a machine. A weapon whose every breath is controlled by the technology fused with my very DNA.</p><p>Bound in eternal servitude.</p><p><em>She</em> did this.</p><p>Doctor Adelaide Thompson made me into the perfect soldier. A <em>protector </em>incapable of doing her harm. But all I fantasize about is my hands around her throat. Her soft pink lips gasping for air and the drum of her pulse under my palms.</p><p>I <em>hate</em> her. </p><p>I want her.</p><p>And I am the only one who can save her life.</p><p>She won't like the price...</p>