The Decimation of Mae by D H Sidebottom

Author:D H Sidebottom [Sidebottom, D H]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Erotica, Thrillers, Romantic Erotica
Amazon: B00LT3SVMG
Publisher: D H Sidebottom
Published: 2014-07-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

‘Veiled evil exposes true depravity.’

I shuddered when the tickle from the trail of his fingertip across my cheek brought back my consciousness. I didn’t want to open my eyes; I didn’t want reality to once more pain me. Everything was so fucked up, my whole life corrupted and blurred by lies and selfishness.

For the first time in a very long time I missed my family. I missed the security of my mother’s arms, the soft but encouraging smile from my father. Connie’s laugh.

“I know you are conscious, Mae. Open your eyes. Your education needs to continue immediately.”

I sighed but slowly slid open my eyes. His face came into focus immediately. He was close, his breath warm but far from comforting. “Please,” I breathed. “Please let me be. I can’t do this anymore.”

He didn’t laugh as I had expected him to. Instead the tender tilt of his lips and the gentle stroke of his finger caressed my every sense. His eyes locked onto mine with something I couldn’t read. It confused me, warping my already delicate thoughts.

His tongue stroked his bottom lip, catching my attention as he brought his finger down the length of my facial scar. “This frustrates me, lamb. Although it doesn’t spoil your beauty, it disfigures your spirit.”

I swallowed slowly. I didn’t like what his touch did to my wild body. The arousal he created infuriated me, turned my body against my mind, repulsing my very own thoughts. My throat closed in as my heart thundered against my breastbone, the knock, knock, knock furious in its demand to be heard. “You took my spirit three years ago. So tell me, Master, how can you see its disfigurement when it’s already dead and gone?”

He cocked his head very faintly, his gaze troubled. He twisted his lips and he inhaled deeply as though in serious thought. His touch continued to idolise my mutilation, as if his many strokes over it would heal the damage. “Your spirit is very much alive and passionate. I didn’t steal it from you. You tried to give it me willingly, lamb; yet, look at you.” His fingers moved around so he could cup my chin and position my face until I was looking at him. “You have fought me every day since you awoke in here. You refuse to relinquish your control. You still curse, you still argue and you still believe.”

I scoffed and tried to shake my head out of his hold. “I still believe in what, Master? You tell me I no longer own my own thoughts, my decisions. Yet, here you are telling me the very opposite. Your frequent demands gobble up my individuality. And I know you won’t stop until you have devoured every last thought in my head, every single fibre of me and each piece of my mind. So, please enlighten me as to how I still have spirit when your relentless push to drive it from me is becoming more and more difficult to fight against?”

He stared at me.

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