Plastique Surgery
Her blindfold was removed and she could see before her a laboratory with several computer panels and monitoring devices.
“Miss Williams…” a voice from behind her crooned.
“Roger Vaincroft!” Her eyes were now filled with hatred and anger at the sing-song man standing behind her.
“Ah…so you remember me, my dear…that’s good! I was hoping the very reason my career as a plastic surgeon ended would at least remember my voice, if not my face.”
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