Just click on the book for the sales link and the excerpt is below the book~ Have a rockin' Friday the 13th. I will be watching the movies much later tonight. OH YEAH!!!! I know....I am supposed to be telling you to read this book that really will set you on the edge of a very warped ride. But, those movies rock for this day....this book can be read on the 14th or 25th or 1st....get my point..LOL
I turned my eyes as best I could. I didn’t want her to see the fear that was building. My mind kept seeing the footless man that hung decaying across from my cage, the way his legs were twisted so badly out of shape. I didn’t want to do as they said, but I also didn’t want to end up like that poor soul.
“You just lie there quietly and think about what I’ve said. I will return with the mistress, soon enough,” Annabel declared, then turned and left the room.
I tested my restraints as soon as she was gone, but there was no way I was getting out of it this time, nothing budged. When I pulled, I could barely move my fingers, much less anything else. I couldn’t stop my mind from fixating on what was going to happen and the fear grew larger with every thought. I could tell my face was damaged for what seemed like the hundredth time since this all began. Enrique must have hit me harder than ever. I could tell by the throbbing pain I felt across my face that he hadn’t held anything back. My thoughts were cut short by the entrance of Yvette, Annabel, and Enrique.
“I have just left Senor Huerta,” Yvette said slowly. “You almost killed the poor man.”
“I wish I would have killed that pig,” I retorted.
“Gag her before I rip out her tongue myself,” she ordered waving her hand at Enrique.
“With pleasure, My Lady,” Enrique replied smiling devilishly at me as he walked behind her back.
I could tell by the evil smile that crossed his face that he was ready to do whatever he could to cause me more discomfort. He picked up a thick piece of leather and some sort of cloth off of the small table to my left. He forcibly jammed the cloth into my mouth, and then bound it in place with the leather strap, tight enough that I thought it alone was going to crush my face.
“I would have put you to death, if I didn’t know you were worth so much,” Yvette continued with her little speech. “I have already received very large offers for you, but I can’t have you trying to kill our clients. I don’t think that would be very good for business, do you? We do so well because our slaves are very submissive, and always do as they are told. I can see you are much like your maker, and need more incentive than the others.” She looked to Annabel. “I think she needs to learn what happens when a slave tries to escape. When you’re done, I think a few months in the hole will change her disposition for the better.” She gave me one final stare, then turned and left.
Annabel walked to the end of the table on which I was restrained, and cocked her head to one side, gazing down at me as if in deep thought. Finally she said, “Enrique, bring me the block. I’m about to teach this one a lesson she won’t soon forget.”
Enrique left the room as he was told, and soon returned with a large piece of wood. It reminded me of a railroad plank, only shorter. Annabel spread my legs and wedged the board between them, just above the ankles. She then looped a long piece of rope over each of my feet. She made a smaller loop in the middle of the rope, and inserted a stick about the size of a rolling pin through the smaller loop. From the angle at which I was lying, I couldn’t really tell what she was doing. I could only see the objects she was using briefly.
“Now tell me when this starts to hurt,” she said using a lull in her voice that was sickening. Then, she and Enrique started laughing.
“Go, prepare her new room,” Annabel added after the laughter died down. “I just know she’s going to love it.”
“In a minute,” he crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. “I want to see this little bitch squirm.”
“You will do as you are told!” Her head whipped toward him. “I have had enough insubordination for one night.”
“Fine, but she has some pain coming from me,” sighing heavily, he finally consented, “I’ll see to it one way or another.” Then he slammed the door on his way out.
Annabel looked up, turning as if she was going to go after him, but glanced back at me and thought better of it.
“I will deal with him later,” she said under her breath. She cleared her throat, and then asked no one in particular, “Now, where was I?” She took the small stick in her hand and began twisting it. As she did, I could feel my feet being pulled closer to one another. It wasn’t until then that I began getting the idea, and once again I started to struggle.
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