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
EXCERPT:
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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