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Vadic was the mirror image of her soon-to-be former tormentor. No, better than a mirror, a duplicate that matched not only every freck and stray body hair but every cell and every molecule of DNA. The Solid whose face she wore was incapacitated: bound, gagged, and lying on the floor. Her fearful eyes glistened with tears.
“If I could, I would make you pay for your crimes a thousand fold.” Vadic towered over her prey and kicked her sharply in the ribs. The defeated woman let out a pained shriek. “But nothing could match what you did to my siblings and I.”
Vadic crouched beside the Solid and roughly grabbed her chin. “What a crude form you have.” One finger traced down the front of the Solid’s neck and down the center line on her body before she plunged a hand inside the Solid’s pants. “Very crude indeed.”