Persona (The Island Book 2) by Amy Cross

Author:Amy Cross [Cross, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic
Amazon: B01BVRZVY0
Publisher: Dark Season Books
Published: 2016-02-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-nine

Asher

He moves slowly down my body, kissing my bare flesh and avoiding all the cuts and bruises. No matter how much I tell myself that this is a mistake, I can't bring myself to push his warmth away. My mind is screaming for me to stop, but my body craves the warmth and refuses to let go.

Chapter Thirty

Iris

Suddenly I realize I can hear Walter heading back this way. His feet are trampling through the dark undergrowth and he's whistling too. He thinks he's in complete control and he might be right, but I've got one final chance to get out of here. Still hanging at the top of the pit, shivering in my soup-soaked tunic and with my hands impaled on the metal spikes, I know that failure now will mean death down there in the pit far below.

This is it.

Life or death.

“What have we got here?” Walter says suddenly, as I hear his footsteps getting closer. “Don't tell me... Can it be true?”

Looking up, I watch as his silhouette appears above me. There's just enough moonlight for me to be able to see the delight in his eyes, as if he genuinely enjoys the fact that I'm fighting back.

“Well,” he continues, “I'm impressed. Truly, genuinely impressed. You might not have very much longer left in this world, my dear, but at least you've put up a good fight. Better than anyone else who's ended up down there, that's for sure. I'm almost tempted to let you go, but of course that isn't possible. You're very admirable, though. Very admirable indeed.”

I wait, hanging in darkness, to see how he'll free me from the spikes. If he simply cuts my hands off, I'll have no chance, but if he actually bothers to slip the hooks out of my flesh, I might be able to do something.

“Let's see,” he mutters after a moment, and I feel him taking hold of my right wrist. Sure enough, he starts slowly lifting it up, and the pain is immense as he slides my hand free of the spikes. As soon as he turns his attention to my left hand, I use my right to grip the pit's muddy edge. My fingers are already slipping through the cold mud and I know I won't be able to stay up here for long, but I try to summon every last ounce of strength as I feel Walter starting to lift my left hand free from the spikes.

“You can't do this,” Della's voice whispers from the darkness below. “You're too weak.”

“Watch me,” I imagine myself telling her. “Just watch.”

A moment later I feel my left hand coming free and I make my move, quickly gripping Walter's wrist and holding tight. I feel bursts of pain running along my entire arm, but if I let go now, I'm dead.

“And what's this in aid of, eh?” he asks, his voice once again filled with amusement. “Do you think I'll show pity for you and haul you up? You poor,

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