Mercy's Angels Box Set by Kirsty Dallas

Author:Kirsty Dallas [Dallas, Kirsty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: KD Publications
Published: 2015-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

THE END

“Strength is overcoming your worst fear.”

Tortured Soul

CHAPTER 1

EMILY

I had assumed the position long before he had entered the room. On my knees, my ass resting on the back of my heels, spine slightly arched, eyes downcast focusing on the curve of my knees. My hands were resting on my thighs, palms up as per his preference. I should be naked, but I’m not. When I heard the low rumble of his voice from outside the locked door, I had fallen straight into position. Every minute that passed by since was a minute I could have spent undressing to present my body without obstruction, again just as he preferred it. I was afraid if I stood, he would enter the room, and being caught out of position was worse than being caught fully clothed. The gentle ache in my unmoving limbs told me that I had been resting in this position for close to an hour. I’ve sat this way for more hours than I cared to remember, so I knew the posture well, and I knew the familiar ache in my body even better. When the door to the room opened with such force that it slammed against the wall, I didn’t so much as flinch. There wasn’t much that could make me flinch anymore. I knew it pissed him off that I had reached this point. It was part of the reason I was no longer his. I no longer pleased him; my body, heart and mind was blank and unresponsive while he preferred his women the opposite. He liked to intimidate and know his presence caused fear, he longed to dominate and subjugate. When his women surpassed this point and became blank slates, he instantly became bored . Somewhere in the deep recesses of my warped mind it pleased me that he found such anger and disgust in my disinterest. Then there was that small broken part of me that missed the dominance I had somehow grown to crave. It sickened me that I wanted that from him, after all, I hated him like no other. Somewhere during the years of my captivity, his control had turned into a sickening addiction. Perhaps his baffling response to me had sent my emotions into a whirlwind of confusion. His touch could be so soft one moment and become painful the next. Then there was the memory of my first time. He had taken me with such tender care, and I clung to that moment like a drowning woman. One time with his hands on my body, showing me true passion, the only glimpse I’d ever had of a loving intimate caress. There has been plenty of intimacy since that moment, but none of it could be considered loving—hard hands, forceful penetration, pulling, slapping, shoving, squeezing, biting, cutting, beating—but never loving.

The chair that dragged across the tiled floor made a grating noise that punished my ears. Apart from my silent and hateful guard, I have been alone in this villa for two months now in maddening silence—no talking, no noise.

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