Flesh Series the Complete Box Set: Flesh, Skin, Shorts by Scott Kylie

Author:Scott, Kylie [Scott, Kylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Flesh, and the Flesh Series Shorts, Skin
ISBN: 9780648457299
Amazon: B0888FNLP3
Goodreads: 61111896
Publisher: Kylie Scott
Published: 2020-05-06T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

Roslyn’s jaw hurt and she needed to pee. Who knew how long it had been since he’d cuffed her to the bed and gagged her. But facts of nature being what they were, she might disgrace herself before much longer. Jane Eyre never had to put up with this sort of shit. Roslyn suddenly felt quite bad for poor old Bertha locked up in the attic.

She rattled the cuffs, banging the metal bands against the headboard. Also, she attempted to wipe her chin off on her arm since she was dribbling again. Screw the indignity. Her throat felt parched, her shoulders ached and she remained covered in his blood. It’d dried to a clump in her fringe. She could see a streak of it on the side of her nose. The coppery scent turned her stomach.

Sunlight had gradually faded, leaving the room bathed in a soft golden glow. It’d probably been hours. Or half an hour, at least.

Nick had put a rough bandage on his face, cleaned up the kitchen and then disappeared into what had to be the bathroom. It seemed to be the only private room in the whole open-plan cabin. Her prison consisted of a lot of wood, with pine on the ceiling, floor and walls. A window across the way had been boarded up with more of the stuff. There was a big lounge. An ornate patchwork blanket done in shades of blue and brown hung opposite. A shelf full of books, leather-bound classics by the look. She couldn’t see much else. There was plenty of bed-and-breakfast and cabin-style accommodation in the area. The local wineries had brought tourists in droves. Wine and wilderness and all the fun stuff. She’d moved to the area a year back, seeking a tree change. And thank God she had. Apparently everyone in the cities was dead.

Still no sign of Nick. He hadn’t come near her again, thankfully.

But she definitely needed him now.

She banged the cuffs against the headboard once more, calling up some customer service. It made a satisfying din. So long as she didn’t further damage her punching hand. She might need it. Hopefully Neil still felt the pain, somewhere out there. What a warming thought for the beginning of another cold night.

Nick stuck his head out of the bathroom, face cleaned up. No sign of the bandage and the cut on his temple had been sealed somehow. It made for an impressively angry, puckered red line. She’d done got him good. It sliced through one dark eyebrow and up the side of his forehead, trailing off into his hairline.

That’s what you got for trying to buy girls with canned goods.

Devil. She’d shelve him at 235.

His bloodstained shirt was gone. In fact, he wore only a scowl and a faded pair of blue jeans. He wore them well. No wonder she hadn’t been able to escape; the man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. It’d been a while since her last yoga class, what with the apocalypse and all.

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