by Dani René
“Why don’t we test her ability for pain? If I’m going to spend ten million on a toy, I’d want to make sure she can handle a bit of rough.” One man offers me a wink that recoils my stomach. The incisions on my stomach already burn with the puke dripping from my chin, but when one of the women finds her release, she grips the boy’s head, and just like in the movie they forced me to watch, she pulls a sleek blade from the holster on her thigh and slices through his neck as if it’s a hot knife cutting through butter.
Revulsion shoots through me when I’m impaled with the thick handle of a blade used only moments ago to trail blood-red lines over my white flesh. My eyes flutter. I’m weary. This is far too much for me to handle. I can no longer hold on. He told me I was stupid to fight back, to resist, and now I believe him.
I glance at the man who looked at me with more affection than I’ve ever experienced. His lips move, his mouth tells me something, but I can’t hear. I can’t read his lips.
He shakes his head sadly as he watches the scene unfold. He told me I was going to be in trouble. If I cried, only worse would happen, and he’s right. Well, he was right because I’m losing consciousness.
The men were here to get off from the pain they inflicted.
Another girl is brought in. She is younger, smaller, but the two large men don’t care. Once more, I’m hooked up to a vibrator that offers pleasure, pressed tightly against my mound as I watch the gruesome scene before me.
The girl is pretty; she giggles as if she’s high. Perhaps she is and doesn’t even realize she’s about to be killed. I open my mouth, but I’m quickly stopped by the large ogre-looking man. There’s a harsh material shoved into my mouth, and I’m choking on the fine filaments of hair and the taste of metallic residue. I’m certain it’s blood, but what makes me retch is the fact that I know it’s not mine.
“Shhh, little one. Tonight you’ll see what it is we really do here,” the ogre tells me proudly. The girl is bound to the table before me, her legs are spread wide, and I watch as one of the women walks up to her. It’s the same one who just killed a boy.
She leans in, inspecting the girl as if she were a painting at the Louvre. Her fingers trail down the smooth porcelain flesh of the young girl. When she reaches between her legs, she nods, prodding the girl’s opening.
A giggle falls from the girl’s lips, and I know for a fact they’ve given her something. There’s no way she can be happy with her body on display like that. Her eyes are wide, glassy. She’s drugged so much that she can’t focus on me. Her eyes flit left and right, her body also limp on the silver gurney. Another giggle falls from her lips, but she doesn’t speak, as if she can’t. When the woman grips her chin and tugs it open, I recoil at the sight of her missing tongue. The burning acid that trails up my throat makes my eyes water in my attempt to swallow it down.
“Is she to your specifications?” The old man grins like the fucking Cheshire cat.
“She is. I’ll need this done tonight,” the woman responds. I don’t know what is happening, but the girl is bound to the table, and as the older man places a silver scalpel to her stomach, he presses down, and crimson floods the table immediately.
“How far along is she?” the second woman questions as she rises, pulling the boy that was between her thighs along behind her like a dog on a leash.
“Two months. It’s just the perfect amount of time,” the man in the white coat informs her.
“Good. Then we’ll take whatever you can salvage.” I’m tortured with the device between my legs as the man in the white coat begins his incisions to the girl’s body below her belly button. I stare in horror as he slices through her flesh easily.
She’s numb, because there are no screams, no cries or whimpers from her. She doesn’t feel anything. Her body is limp as he lifts a layer of her stomach and shoves his hand into her.
That’s when she starts gurgling. It’s a vicious sound, her body convulsing, and one of the men who was merely observing rises, shoves down his zipper, and pushes his cock into her mouth. Her throat bulges obscenely as the scene is set before them, as if they’re watching a porn video.
My own body responds to the vibrator on my clit, but my stomach heaves. My head is once again cloudy, foggy as confusion sets in. My scream is muffled by the cloth, my body tightens and pulses as an orgasm wracks through me as I witness the man in the white coat pull the womb from the young girl, and I realize they were talking about her being pregnant.
How far along is she?
Two months.
The perfect amount of time.
13
Drake
Today is the end. I can feel it in my bones.
“I thought you said she’d be dead,” River whispers from beside me. I’m so numb I don’t even notice the scene before me. I sit like the mechanical robot he’s turned me into. My heart thuds as I watch her. I want to cry, to go to her, but I can never fight all of them off, even with River and Dante’s help.
“I did say that. I lied.”
I feel his gaze on me. It’s burning through my flesh, turning my body tense and rigid. He’s the only person I’ve ever allowed to come near me. To touch me. After what I’d been through, I no longer enjoy the gentle caress of another, and I don’t offer it either.
“I need to do something.”
That doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked my dick into some of the corpses. Those who are cold and rigid. I can’t handle warmth anymore. It’s not who I am. I’m a monster, and as the girl’s womb is ripped from her body, I feel nothing.
I sit.
I watch.
I feel a pulse in my dick. I’m hard. Turned on by the depravity. Because he made me that way. He’s forced me, just like he’s forcing her, Caia, to feel desire at the sick deeds. Only she doesn’t know why.
I do.
I know all his moves. And soon, I’ll make sure that he takes his last breath. I won’t do it quickly.
No.
I’ll revel in the slow torture of his filthy flesh. Those pieces of him he finds pleasure in, I’ll ensure they’re burned while still attached.
How beautiful it will be.
The bright orange flame dancing along the wrinkled old skin of his cock. I’m lost in my violent thoughts, so I don’t notice when he has Ivor drag Caia over to the table that the dead girl has just vacated.
“Do it.” River’s voice cuts through the clouds in my head. I’m not even sure how he managed to fuck with my head so much, but he has. He’s broken me. “Drake, if you don’t do something now, you’ll lose the girl.”
It’s only when her muffled screams seem to jolt me into action that I realize I’m moving. My feet are racing to her, watching as he brings his scalpel down onto her smooth stained and bruised flesh. There’s a man fucking her throat, violating the tight hole that I want.
I realize then that I want her.
I need her.
“No!”
My father’s gaze snaps to mine with a fury I’ve never seen before.
He smirks, pressing the cool metal against her pretty face. Her beautiful cheek is soon oozing crimson liquid, the color of Merlot I have at the dinner table.
“I knew you were a fucking pussy,” my father grunts. There’s a cock of a weapon, the click of a barrel, and I lose all sense of what I’m doing. It feels as if my body is slowing down when I reach her.
I grasp her hand, pulling her from the metal table and onto the floor. Her throat is turning blue, the convulsions wracking through her are violent, and the pungent stench of puke falls onto my chest as she expels the drugs they’ve clearly injected into her.
It’s then that I see it.
Behind her.
The man who was using her throat like a cunt pulls the weapon, and its only seconds before I register the shot. It sears through her, into me, and I cry out in agony when I realize I’ve just lost the first thing I ever wanted to care for.
The only thing I wanted to nurture.
And her limp b
ody is now on top of me.
Afterword
CONTINUE THE STORY IN
SEVERED: A DARK ROMANCE
ON AMAZON AND IN KU
Prologue
Drake
The sins of the father fall to the son.
Violence has been in my blood since I was born.
Love has never been something I wanted, needed, or thought of. I smile when I think about the one girl who almost managed to weasel her way into my heart, but she was stolen from me. Our link was severed, and I became the monster my father wanted me to be.
I buried my feelings for her along with the memory of her body bleeding out on top of me. The images haunted me each night. They replayed in my mind, but six months after my search for her came to a dead end, I locked away that damned muscle called my heart. Securing it in a cage, I ensured I’d never allow anyone to ever free it again.
I’m a Savage.
I’m the heir to a throne that was never my choice. It was forced upon me, and even though I shouldn’t want it, I have no choice. The moment my father took his last breath, I knew I was never going to be free.
Dante, my brother, wants me to stop the Savage Organization. He’s begged and pleaded, but what he doesn’t understand is there’s always more to a story than meets the eye.
I’m doing this for him. For me. For our family. If only he can give me time, I’ll show him that the secrets that lie locked within the walls of the mansion hold so much more.
River, my best friend and part-time lover, is the only one who knows why I stay, why I continue in the legacy left by my father, Malcolm Savage. And he’s the only one who can help me.
Sometimes, we must do things we don’t want to.
We do things that will ensure our morals are challenged.
And, at other times, we do things to keep those we love safe.
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Severed
A Dark Romance
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Blurb
*This is NOT a standalone. You need to read Stolen - The Prequel to fully understand this storyline.
My world was hell on earth, son of a man who was evil incarnate.
Hate was all I knew.
When she was stolen, I swore I’d find her.
When I meet her eyes again, I remember what I’m fighting for.
The girl will be mine.
***
I’ve seen true evil, held captive by the devil himself.
And now revenge is all I know.
Everything was stolen from me. Until him.
When my eyes meet his, I’m caught in his web.
Each moment that passes only confirms what I already know—I’m his.
*This is a dark romance. Due to scenes of an adult nature, this book is for 18+ ONLY. That’s the only warning you’ll get.
Acknowledgments
This was the darkest story I’ve ever written, so far. It appeared in the When the Dark Wins anthology, and when readers begged for more, I thought I’d have to tell Drake and Caia’s story.
Thank you for diving into the dark with me and I hope you enjoy Severed and learn more about what happens after.
Thank you to my BETA’s—Alicia, Allyson, Cat—you ladies are amazing. I don’t know how I could do this without you!
A huge thanks to my my Angels street team—Tre, Sheena, Sarah, Lisa, Caroline, TJ, Hayfaah, Joy, Cinders, Kathy, Sara, Tanya—thank you for pimping my work EVERYWHERE. You ladies rock!!
To my adult, Diane, thank you for everything! Thanks for keeping me in line and ensuring I don’t completely lose it!
My reader group, The Darklings, as always, you’re the only place I know I’ll find like-minded ladies and a handful of gents who will have a laugh without drama. The group has grown so much and I’m excited for the future! Thank you for being there.
To all my author colleagues, thank you for always sharing, commenting, and supporting me. I appreciate every one of you. Having a support system is important and you ladies provide that and so much more.
Readers and bloggers, from the bottom of my little black heart, THANK YOU. All you do for us authors is incredible. Reading and reviewing is demanding on your own time and you do it with a smile. Thank you so, so much. You are valued and appreciated for taking time out to show us so much love.
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About the Author
Dani is an international bestselling author and proud member of the Romance Writer's Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writer’s of America (RWA).
A fan of dark romance that grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. It's from this passion that her writing has evolved from sweet and romantic, to dark and delicious. It's in this world she's found her calling, growing from strength to strength and hitting her stride.
On a daily basis, she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. From the feisty heroines she delivers to the dark, dominant alphas that grace the pages of her books, she promises light in a world filled with danger and darkness.
She has a healthy addiction to coffee, wine, reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream.
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