Deathstalker 04 - Deathstalker Honor

again, just for fun. I can always use the rest of your body to produce a new clone to satisfy my other needs. A third Evangeline. I’ll be more careful with this one. One way or another, you will serve me, dear Evie.” “People will come looking for me,” said Evangeline. “The clone underground—“ “To hell with them. The new order won’t allow a war with someone as potentially useful as me.”
    “Finlay…”
    “To hell with him too. I’ll have him killed anyway, for daring to tempt you away from me. For having touched you. No one will be too surprised when unknown assassins gun him down from ambush. Finlay has a lot of enemies out there. No, I can do whatever I want to do to you, and damn the consequences, because I am Gregor Shreck, and no one can deny me anything. Welcome home, Evie. Welcome home to your daddy’s loving arms. You’ll never leave here again.” He gestured a third time, and suddenly a tanglefield enveloped Evangeline, shimmering in the air around her. She clenched her hands into fists, and her breathing increased, but that was all the reaction the tanglefield allowed. Evangeline snarled at her father, who giggled and wriggled with delight on his big red bed.
    “You never did have any sense of honor, Gregor.” “Please. Call me Daddy. We’re going to play a little game, Evie. Just like we used to. Take your clothes off. Slowly. Not that you’ve got any other choice, of course.”
    And he giggled again, a surprisingly high-pitched sound from such a large man. Evangeline glared at him, making no move to obey. Gregor stopped giggling abruptly and glared back at her, his eyes burning with
    unrestrained malice. He heaved himself awkwardly off the bed, breathing heavily as he forced his great bulk onto his feet. He waddled forward, grunting with each heavy step, and finally lurched to a halt just short of the tanglefield’s boundary. He was smiling, his fat lips wet, his eyes dark and unblinking. “You do as you’re told, little Evie, or I’ll find something heavy and smash the glass jar holding your dear friend Penny. And you can watch her flop on my carpet, and gasp and die like a landed fish, without the preservative fluids to sustain her.”
    “Don’t listen to him!” Penny cried out. “He wouldn’t really do it!”
    “Yes, he would,” said Evangeline. “He’s done worse before now. Haven’t you.
    Daddy?”

She started taking off her jacket. It was a simple black affair that Finlay had given her, with just a few buttons and fasteners. Gregor’s eyes lingered over each one as her tanglefield-slowed fingers undid them.
    Underneath, she wore a simple sky blue dress. She undid the clasp at the back of her neck, and let the silk dress slip slowly down the length of her body. The energy field turned its slow descent into a tease.
    Underneath the dress she wore only delicate white panties. Evangeline stood still and let Gregor look at her. She wanted to look away from him, but wouldn’t let herself. It was important that she didn’t show any weakness. Gregor eyed her up and down several times, licking his lips and laughing breathily. Once he reached out as though to touch her, but withdrew his hand before it could enter the tanglefield. He met her eyes and gestured at the panties.
    “Those. Take them off. Take them off.”
    “You do it,” said Evangeline. “You do it, Daddy. Like you used to.” Gregor licked his fat lips again, his deep-set eyes fixed on the white panties, and moved forward a step. Evangeline let her right hand fall to the top of her panties. Gregor’s outstretched hand entered the tanglefield. Evangeline’s fingers dipped slowly inside the panties. Gregor crossed the border of the tanglefield. His movements slowed to a crawl.
    And Evangeline’s fingers grasped the hilt of the knife hidden inside her vagina and pulled it out. Her finger hit the stud on the hilt, and the monofilament blade crackled into life. The energy field supporting the molecule-thick blade clashed with the weaker tanglefield and shorted it out.
    All movements crashed back to normal. Gregor shrieked in fear and outrage. Evangeline lashed out with the glowing blade and sliced up the right side of Gregor’s face, cutting the fat flesh open from chin to forehead. The right eye exploded in a flurry of blood and other fluids. Gregor howled like an animal and fell backward, clutching his face. Evangeline lunged after him, grabbed him by the fat shoulders, and set the glowing