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Wicked Hope – Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Regardless of how they rearranged the rooms, which was strange enough as is, they still held the tragic familiarity of the constant rape that took place there. A cattle trough, which was filled with water, occupied the center of the room. A small part of my heart fluttered at the thought of taking a bath, at having the opportunity to rinse off some of the grime and bodily fluids that encrusted my skin.

The scientist, who I assumed was in charge based on his authoritative commands, must have observed the brief, lighthearted and momentary joyous expression because he beamed with amusement. Asshole.

“Ah, I see we have found another temptation for you. It was, as usual, my pleasure to figure out what entices you to be more malleable. Place her here.” His hand motioned to the floor in front of cattle trough, and I could see the glint of excitement as he spoke.

I loathed everything about the man, and his mousy voice grated my damn nerves. He stood before us. The smile on his face was arrogant, and the apparent brilliance lurked behind his eyes. With a gentle tug on my arm, we stepped forward to the trough, and I must admit, I was quite perplexed with the situation.

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Wicked Hope – Chapter One

Chapter One

It seemed as if the light would never come. The pain rang in my ears with every beat of my heart. The torturous brutalities that plagued our home would never cease. The others were huddled around me, trying desperately to meld into the walls, to become invisible, but the darkness laughed at us. It beat away at our hope and stripped away our sanity. I’m not sure if I would prefer the light, seeing those before me who are undoubtedly beaten, bloody and rotting in their skin. We were naked, waiting to be taken by those who ached for perversion.

Our home was a small, rusted room with a disgusting dirt floor that ate away at our skin. The room held no furniture. It was completely bare except for the bucket in the corner that forced us into shame as our bodies demanded the purging of waste and fluids. At least they gave us that. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. The walls were devoid of windows, which only served to isolate us further. The light that streamed through the doorway was very little, but after a while, your eyes adapted.

People littered every corner and wall, and some of them were undoubtedly dead. Lucky bastards. We used to fight each other for the comfortably hidden corners, but then we realized … no place was safe. They always walked into the room knowing full well who they would take. You couldn’t hide from them, nor could you hide from yourself.

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Wicked Hope

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 🙂

Acknowledgement

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.

Dedication

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.

Happy reading!

Tilly