DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica) by Scott Hildreth & SD Hildreth

Author:Scott Hildreth & SD Hildreth [Hildreth, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: ARALDE PUBLISHING
Published: 2014-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

WHEN I WAS A CHILD.

SIXTEEN. Frustrated at the fact that Meghan was the next volunteer, Ryan grabbed the back of the chair across from Meghan and pulled it from the table. As he began to sit down, he recalculated his anticipated profit based on Meghan being the second woman to undertake his torture. As the frustration mounted, Ryan looked up at the ceiling and drew a slow breath through his nose.

He placed his right hand on the top of the table, gripped the edge tightly, and exhaled as he looked down and across the table into Meghan’s eyes.

“First, I have a question,” Ryan paused and took another slow breath.

“Up until and including this moment, what is one memory you wish you could remove from your memory bank? Only one,” Ryan asked softly.

Ryan looked into Meghan’s eyes and waited for her response.

Fearing what may be next, and knowing she had nothing to lose, Meghan spoke of what she had never spoken about to another soul on earth. As she began to speak, she closed her eyes.

“When I was nine, my uncle began molesting me,” Meghan paused, her voice cracking as she spoke. Tears began to run down her cheeks.

“When I was twelve, he began to have sexual intercourse with me. This continued until I was fifteen and my parents were of the opinion that I could stay on my own,” Meghan paused again and took a breath as she wiped her eyes free of tears with her fingertips.

“I feel that he took so much from me, yet I feel guilty. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. To take advantage of a child, to alter their life…” Meghan paused and tried to catch her breath -through her crying she was gasping for breath as she spoke.

“Children are innocent and need to be treated with care, respect, and compassion. If I got to choose, I’d remove that memory,” Meghan opened her eyes and wiped the tears from her face.

“You know what’s really weird? What I remember more than anything is the typewriter that sat at the desk. I used to stare at it to clear my mind,” Meghan closed her eyes and shook her head as she cried.

Ryan studied Meghan and thought of what she said. He remembered the basement stairs, and how he had become to detest walking down stairs. He thought of his childhood, knowing his father played a large part in contributing to who he had become. In the absence of his father’s actions, he believed he would be a much different person. He believed, more than likely, he would not be in the position he was currently in.

Ryan began to feel compassion. He shook his head and attempted to remain focused on the matters at hand.

“As you can see, there’s a camera on the tripod beside me. A light will illuminate as soon as,” feeling frustrated, Ryan paused.

Ryan reached across the table toward the remote control for the camera. As he attempted to grasp the remote, his hand shook uncontrollably.

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