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Authors: S.B Alexander
Sweetest Torture (Sweetest Kill Book 2)
By
S.B Alexander
S.B.
Alexander© Copyright 2014
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Dedications:
For my girls.
I love you. Thank you for putting up with me while I wrote this story, and I am
sorry that you were forced to eat Macaroni and Cheese two nights in a row while
I was “on a role.”
And for “my
person.” Danielle. You are my very best friend in the entire world. Thank you
for always supporting me through everything and everything, and for loving my
books as much as I do. You are the closest thing to a sister I will ever have.
Love ya!
“True love, like any other strong and addicting
drug, is boring — once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses
quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome… except, of course, to those who share
the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the
world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug,
true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its
prisoners.
And, as is true of
any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.”
-Stephen King
Contents
Chapter 19 -
Six Months Later
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The pain ripping through my body is
like nothing I have ever felt before. Childbirth. Being shot. Nothing compares
to this. I feel like a knife has sliced through my back. Up and down. Ripping
apart pieces of my flesh that will never be put back together the right way
again.
The man ignores my cries. He only
causes more pain.
I need a doctor, I know this. I
need someone to find me and get me out of here. I have been through this
before. I have been held against my will.
But this time it’s different. This
time another human being owns me. I am no longer in America, but rather in a
poverty stricken town somewhere near Mexico.
I hear the man barking orders at
his followers. No one speaks English.
No one tries to tell me what will
be traded for my freedom this time.
I just hear one word again and
again in my head each time I close my eyes.
Esclavo
Slave
I need to wake up.
I am fighting to open my eyes.
The pain in my head is like nothing
I have ever felt before.
Maybe the one hangover I had after
the night I turned 21. When Alexis and I went to Mark’s the same establishment
that my best friend strips at….
No that headache is nothing to the
foggy sharp pains I am feeling right now.
My mouth is dry, tasting of cotton.
I need a drink.
I need to open my eyes.
I motion to move my hands, to rub
my eyes hoping that it will help me wake up.
But I can’t move them. I try again,
I jerk them up as hard as I possibly can. They are either really heavy or being
held down.
Why something would be holding my
hands down is making no sense.
I try and remember the night
before. I knew I had gone out with Alexis, we went Oasis. The new club that
Ryan Corvus owns.
I didn’t drink much, but clearly
the bartender made my drink stronger than I realized.
That… Or I was drugged!
Suddenly I remember Dean. I
remember how rough he fucked me against the wall after he found me dancing with
another guy. He told me I was being a whore, he asked me if I liked being treated
like one.
But then what happened?
I tried to remember.
Several moments pass before I
remember seeing Stella.
Stella is Dean’s wife. Dean is the
man who made me fall in love with him. Who I gave my virginity to, and who
turned out to be nothing but a huge liar, he was married.
I see Dean in my mind, the last time
I saw him. He was wearing an expensive black suit, shined up dress shoes and a
smile that was just for me once we finished having sex in the hall.
Then I feel the jolt of pain in my
heart as I remember Ashley with Stella. Ashley, Jaxon’s ex and the mother of my
beautiful niece Josslyn.
She hired Dean.
Even more time passes while I try
to escape the fog and remember what it was he was hired to do.
She told me. I remember the laugh
as soon as she uttered the very words I just couldn’t for the life of me
remember what it was she asked him to do….
Something to do with me…
I need to open my eyes. Why the
hell can’t I remember? Why can’t I just wake up?
Then it all comes rushing back.
Dean was hired to kill me!
He’s a hit man. That’s what Ashley
called him.
She hired him to kill me.
I remember Dean didn’t look happy
that she was there. He looked like he wanted to kill her and not me.
His face, it was full of pain and
fury.
His body language was strong and
possessive.
He was whispering to me in my ear
so low that only I could hear, asking me to trust him, he told me I needed to
give him a chance to explain, that I needed to believe him.
Then I felt the pain in my neck and
I heard him say much louder:
“She means shit to me.”
And the blackness took over.
The room that I am in smells damp
and musty.
Like a basement of some sort. I can
hear the slow yet steady sound of water dripping.
I am cold. So cold.
I can’t even tell if I am wearing
shoes. The dress that I was wearing when I went to the club would not keep me
warm for long wherever I was.
But I couldn’t even tell if I was
still wearing it or not. If I was, it had to keep me slightly warmer than I was
now.
My hands are aching from lack of
movement and blood flow.
My legs are bound as well as my
hands.
After I recalled the evening with
Dean, Ashley and Stella I realized that I must have been gagged as well because
I opened my mouth to scream I felt a thick piece of twisted fabric between my
teeth prevent the noise.
I felt like I was going to be sick,
but I knew with something in my mouth I could choke, which could lead to larger
problems in the end.
I start to shiver either from the
cold or the fear, or an even mixture of both.
I have no idea where I am. I figure
it is probably Dean who has me here, but he isn’t saying anything and he
obviously doesn’t really care that I am wearing this skimpy dress and that I
can no longer feel my hands or feet.
Suddenly I hear muffled voices.
I feel a warm blanket being draped
over my body.
I relax slightly.
Until I feel hands behind my head
and feel something being removed from my face.
I had been blindfolded.
I open my eyes and look around. I
am in a warehouse basement of some sort.
It’s open, like you would expect a
small car garage to be.
It’s bright in some areas of the
room, and dim in others.
I am under the bright area.
I look up and that’s when I notice
him.
Dean.
He’s wearing suit pants, and a
white dress shirt that has a suit vest above it. His sleeves are pushed up
around his elbows.
A few days ago I would have found
it sexy as hell the way his arms seemed to bulge from the shirt.
Right now all I can think about is
the fierce look of anger and almost disgust that is playing on his face.
“About time you woke up.” His deep
voice rumbles.
I didn’t realize there was a proper
wake up time when you were being held against your will.
A man comes walking from behind me.
He must have been the one to remove the blindfold.
He’s handsome too. Slightly younger
than Dean, maybe around my age. He isn’t as muscular as Dean either, but he is
dressed just as sharp. As though this were a job interview at a high end law
firm and not a kidnapping.
His hair is longer and looks messy,
the curls make him look even boyish. His honey colored eyes match his face
perfectly. But I know he isn’t someone I can trust. Even though he looks at me
with sympathy.
I look down at my lap and realize I
am wearing nothing but the bra and panties I put on the night I went out.
Someone took my dress.
A spider crawls along the floor,
and up my leg. I should shoo it away, but I feel as though I want it to bite
me. I want this to turn out to be one of those movies where the insect bites
the person and they either turn into a super hero, or die on the spot. Such a
stupid thought.