My body sagged in exhaustion as the stifled moans filled our room. I closed my eyes and hoped merciful sleep would take me away, if only for a momentary escape from reality. In addition to the tragic moments we endured, the psychosis brought on by the lack of sleep was a crucial factor in our abuse. We became more pliable, more susceptible to their advances, not that they needed our compliance. The men in the compound did what they wanted, to whom they wanted, any damn time they chose.
My eyes burned, not only in exhaustion but from the dirt and fluids that were often discharged onto my face. My body sank even further into the filthy floor, and all I wanted was a short reprieve from having to listen to others’ suffering. I squeezed my eyes shut and accepted whatever form of relaxation I would be granted. Everything happened for a reason.
Sebastian curled into a ball nearby, and his soft snoring brought a smile to my face. The poor boy suffered more than most of the others in that godforsaken room. He was one of their favorites. We both were. The thought sickened me. It was one thing to be raped and tortured by those brutes, but it was entirely different to be forced to watch Sebastian being taken by multiple pedophilic asshats.
I crawled to him, wrapping my skeletal body around his lanky frame. His body shook as he slept, and I wondered if he was cold or if nightmares plagued him once again. One possibility wasn’t necessarily better than the other. I held him close to me, trying to shelter him from the horrific fate that consumed us, even if it was only for a little while.
I loved Sebastian. Whenever I would recall how lively his spirit was when he first arrived, my chest ached so fiercely at times that I couldn’t breathe. Sebastian spoke of gleeful memories and adventures he had taken near his home. He often mentioned his parents, displaying a deep sense of affection and devotion. I was uncertain as to what happened or where they were, but I knew he was alone in this world, and I wanted to be everything he needed. Who was I kidding? I needed him just as much as he needed me.
Originally, this book was published under another pseudonym, but I decided to meld them together, regardless of the inevitable judgemental glares.
So, for the next few days, I am going to post chapters of this book. Read at your own risk. I will not warn you again, and when you decide that the thought of my writing such .. “a thing” sickens you .. Well then, my darlings .. That’s what you get for not heeding the warning! ❤
For today’s post, I am going to let everyone read the Acknowledgement and Dedication pages 🙂
I would like to thank Lover Mine for always being there to nudge me along when I procrastinated. Thank you for all of your help and ideas during the creation of Wicked Hope. I also want to thank you for participating in the editing process, which undoubtedly was exasperating.
I dedicate this book to my Sweet Stuff. She is lightning. She is the wind. She is everything as free as love and as fierce as nature. No matter how strange I become or how crazy things get, I know you will always be there to help me see the rational side of things. You are my calming breath, my sincerest smiles … You are my friend, and I adore you with every beat of my heart.
I welcome all feedback. Every. Last. Word.
Posted in My Writing, Wicked Hope, Wicked Series
Tagged Erotic Horror, Loathing, murder, Paranormal perversions, Published work, rape, sex, tilly slaton, Wicked Hope
I so need a break from the paranormal books I have been reading. They are sucking what little brain cells I have into oblivion while giggling along the way. *blink*
I could not decide between In Death or Stephanie Plum. I’m not in a ha ha funny mood at the moment, so bloody gore mystery will suffice!
My momma is visiting me this week! My birthday is the 18th, and school begins the 17th. That’s so unfair. So she has surprised me with a visit; too cool! Suffice it so say, I will not finish reading this book this week 🙂 I doubt you will receive any posts at all, unless something is drumming against my mind, it will all have to wait until she leaves 🙂 Until then!
On to better and cooler things! The In Death series by J.D. Robb. I have yet to read this series in its entirety. Vengeance in Death will be a first read for me, as well as those that follow.
Summary of Vengeance in Death:
He is an expert with the latest technology…a madman with the mind of a genius and the heart of a killer. He quietly stalks his prey. Then he haunts the police with cryptic riddles about the crimes he is about to commit–always solved moments too late to save his victims’ lives. Police lieutenant Eve Dallas found the first victim butchered in his own home. The second lost his life in a vacant luxury apartment. The two men had little in common. Both suffered unspeakable torture before their deaths. And both had ties to an ugly secret of ten years past–a secret shared by none other than Eve’s new husband, Roarke.
Posted in Book of the day
Tagged Book, cop, Eve Dallas, in death, J. D. Robb, lieutenant eve dallas, murder, mystery, Roarke, romance, vengeance in death