Captive Heart (Club Risque Book 6)

by Poppy Flynn

  Captive Heart

  Club Risqué Book Six

  Poppy Flynn

  Published by Blushing Books

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  Poppy Flynn

  Captive Heart

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-088-3

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  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

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  Chapter 1

  The bitter wind enshrouded her with a bone deep cold while tiny shards of icy hail bit cruelly into her bruised body. Her fingers and toes had long since turned numb, and she had to wonder if the stinging pelt of the mostly frozen sleet against her bare skin was actually managing to aid her sluggish circulation. One thing was certain, if she didn't find a way to shelter and warmth, then she wouldn't need to worry whether or not the next beating might kill her because the biting cold surely would.

  It went against everything that had been ingrained within her to defy her Master, but even after all this time, after the loss of all hope, the will to live still beat strong within her heart.

  He hadn't chained her this time. The weather was so foul that he hadn't wished to leave the comfort of the house in order to do so. Instead, he had ordered her outside, stark naked, and commanded that she sit on the bench at the end of the garden where he could see her from the window.

  He had watched for a while as her buttocks had numbed and ached with the pain from the cold and her last whipping, while her breath had sent white plumes into the frigid air and her teeth had gone way past the chattering stage. But she hadn't seen him peer out at her for long minutes now. Was he watching from another window? Waiting to pounce, the moment she defied him. Dear lord, did she even care anymore? Whether he killed her or the cold did, at least she would finally be free from the torment.

  Except that fragile filament of enduring, abiding survival instinct refused to let her out of its grasp.

  She wiggled her toes then beat the soles of her feet against the frozen ground, simultaneously jamming her arms around her torso and her fingers into her arm pits. Trying to keep warm was an exercise in futility, and she knew beyond a doubt that if she left it very much longer, then the chance to function would be stripped from her by the effects of the slithering, devouring cold as surely as her clothing had been stripped from her by the beast she was forced to call Master.

  She looked toward the house once more and tried to think past the cold that seemed to be seeping into her very soul, to catalogue what she knew about her shadowy surroundings. She wasn't allowed out very often, so it wasn't much, but if she was even going to entertain the thought of getting away, of staying alive, then she needed a plan.

  Cold—such an ineffectual word for the depth of frozen chill she was feeling as it iced her veins. She was beyond cold and wondered if the freeze was beginning to affect her thought processes.

  No, she was lucid enough to know that she needed to do something…soon. If she wanted a chance at life.

  Rocking backward and forward, she tried to clear her mind of the present discomfort and concentrate on what she needed to do, on an effective escape plan. Master might kill her if he caught her, and she might end up just as dead by staying outside at the mercy of the wintry elements, but she had no doubt that he'd take great pleasure in making sure it was the most painful torment imaginable before she got to that final relief of demise.

  There was a shed to the right of the bench where she huddled. Did she dare to try to investigate inside? There was no lock that she could see, but the latch was high. Higher than she would easily be able to reach.

  No, it would be too dangerous, take too long, and was too much in sight of the house. One glance, and Master would know what she was about. There was a log pile in a shadowed corner, also close to the house, but out of the line of sight of any windows. Atop the logs, was a tarpaulin that might offer her a meagre bit of shelter and a modicum of decency for her naked body. There were neighbours either side of the property. Not close. Master would never chance anyone hearing her screams of agony, but she didn't think she would trust going to any place in the immediate vicinity. She didn't know who his cronies were, but she wouldn't be surprised if they lived nearby.

  There were high, wooden fences without any gaps all the way around the boundary line. She would never be able to scale one of those, but at the very back of the grounds, close to the log pile, was a dense, thorny hedge which backed onto farmland and open fields. The vast open space would bestow its own dangers, since there would be nowhere to hide. On the other hand, there was no street lighting, either. Of course, once she cleared the illumination of the house, she would barely be able to see where she was heading, and she had no idea what was out there. It couldn't be any worse than what she endured here, though; that was for certain.

  Scrutinising the hedge, she looked for a place where she might be able to wiggle through. If she pulled the tarp around her, it might shield her from some of the wicked looking thorns at least, but, if nothing else, she knew she would have no trouble enduring a little pain. Not if it meant exchanging it for freedom from the certain death that loomed ahead of her, beckoning her into its gaping black maw.

  She shook her head with renewed urgency. The cold was starting to get to her; she needed to make her move.

  Right behind the wood pile, was an area that appeared thinner than the rest of the hedge, as if the logs had impeded the growth of the bushes. That was her best bet for escape, although it meant having to scale the log pile in her bare feet. Looking around, she noted that the hard slabs of the patio area were wet rather than snowy, the sleety hail still too damp to stick, so at least she wouldn't leave foot prints. That might buy her some time if he came looking.

  Rubbing and stamping and jiggling in a vain effort to nurture her beleaguered circulation, she psyched herself up to make a move. Then, suddenly, all the lights went out and the garden was plunged into an inky darkness.

  For a moment, she was frozen by shock rather than cold, until her sluggish mind realised that Master had turned off the outside lights, no doubt in an attempt to deepen her punishment. In fact, what he had handed her was the perfect opportunity. She had her escape plan. It might not be much of one, but it was at least a tiny germ of purpose and hope, and now she had the cover of darkness to shield her actions further.

  She waited scant seconds to allow her eyes to grow accustomed to the night then moved as swiftly as she could in the direction she needed to go. It wasn't quickly enough. Her limbs were stiff and lethargic, her feet so cold and numb that it fel
t like she was dragging lumps of ice on the end of her legs. She almost had to will them into movement with sheer determination.

  But determination, she suddenly had plenty of. Fuelled by a sudden rush of adrenaline, she momentarily forgot the cold and the pain, and her mind zeroed in on the next small step of her plan. She tugged on the tarpaulin, dislodging it from the edges of the wood pile where it was tethered. One of the logs toppled and the noise sounded magnified in the quiet of the frosty night. She didn't dare stop to see if it had caught Master's attention; time was of the essence. She had scant minutes to break free of the boundary line. If he decided to switch on the lights or check on her or, God forbid, if he had an attack of conscience and decided to bring her in before she froze to death, then all would be lost. The tarp was caught under logs at the edges to stop it from blowing away, she realised. Moving them would take longer but would be quieter. She decided less noise was the better option, but only until she had dislodged enough to allow her to easily pull it free of its confines. The plastic material was stiff from the cold and the crinkling sound it made sounded almost as loud as when the log had toppled. Plus, it was freezing against her already chilled skin as she pulled it around her, but at least it cut out the wind and provided a little protection.

  She made to scramble over the wood pile, but her legs didn't want to cooperate. Come on, she beseeched her leaden, frozen feet. She hadn't come this far just to fall at the first hurdle. Sheer force of will had her moving her numbed limbs in the direction she needed them to go. It was taking too long. She was too slow. Panic started to set in.

  Oh, God! Oh, God! She needed to be quicker; she needed to hurry. He might come out at any second. She had to clear the boundary, or there would be no chance at all.

  There were sharp splinters in the wood; she knew that, logically, even though she couldn't feel them. Maybe that was a blessing; she wasn't sure.

  Sheer willpower alone got her to the edge of the hedge line where it appeared the thinnest, and winding the tarp close around her slight frame, she pushed through the thorny thicket. Vicious spikes still skewered through the plastic, scoring her skin, but it was no match for some of the things she had endured at the hands of her Master, so she simply ignored them and continued to shove through.

  A particularly sharp barb flicked dangerously close to her eye and she pulled her head back in the nick of time, feeling it lacerate her cheek instead. She drew in a sharp breath, but she didn't allow it to slow her down. She was nearly there; just a few more inches, and the worst of the underbrush would give out.

  As she finally cleared the other side, the prickles seemed to claw at her as if they were trying to draw her back or prevent her from leaving. A product of her overwrought, fanciful mind, no doubt, but the very idea filled her with enough anger to shake herself free and set off running across the barren expanse of the field.

  She had no idea what to expect from here on in.

  The horizon spread before her in shades of dark grey and deeper black and a haze of freezing fog. At least that would provide another layer of cover if nothing else. She decided to head straight for the far hedge line of the next field rather than left or right, where she knew the neighbouring houses stood. There wasn't enough trust for her to approach anybody this close to Master's property. She had no doubt, he would surround himself with like minds. She needed to get as far away as she could manage under the cover of darkness, then, maybe, when the first steaks of daylight dawned, she could find a shed or a barn to shelter in and maybe get a little sleep…if the freezing temperatures didn't kill her first.

  Her body had started to warm from the physical exertion of running, an exercise she wasn't used to. Her legs cramped, and she could feel a fine sheen of sweat starting to cover her skin. The exercise might be warming her a little, but she knew that when the sweat cooled, it could be just as much of a killer. Still, there was no choice right now, just the lesser of two evils, and at least this was one of her own choosing.

  Now that the circulation to her feet and hands had started to be restored, she was plagued with the most agonisingly painful pins and needles, but she had known discomfort for as long as she could remember—she couldn't recall when there had ever been anything else—so she just powered through it to the best of her ability.

  She was about three quarters of the way across the generously sized field when she became aware of the light behind her. As she whirled around, she stumbled and lost her balance, falling into a heap on the frozen ground and jarring her knees painfully, but the sob that was ripped from her throat was one of frustration rather than pain. No! It was too soon; he couldn't have found her yet!

  Scrabbling to look around, she finally realised that Master had simply switched the outside lights of the property back on. He wasn't coming after her—yet!

  As she climbed back to her feet, the renewed bolt of adrenaline was exactly what she needed to speed her to the tree line that was looming on the horizon. If she could just put one more boundary between them, she would have a decent chance of obscurity. He wouldn't know which way she had gone if he didn't catch sight of her movement. The temptation was strong to drop down on the ground and shroud herself with the green coloured tarpaulin, which might offer a small amount of camouflage in the expanse of the field, but she didn't dare stop, not yet. As much as she thought she felt his eyes upon her, harsh, evil and threatening, she knew that was just an unfounded, irrational fear. Her mind was playing tricks on her. For now, at least.

  "Get in here, bitch!" She heard the loud booming roar of Master's voice carried on the air of the silent night. Soon, he would go looking for her, and it wouldn't be very long after that before he realised she was gone. How much more time did she have before he investigated the only real option for escape?

  If she was lucky, he'd have to find a coat and shoes before he ventured outside. Then he'd surely check the garden to see if she'd sheltered, maybe the shed. Logic told her he'd head for the gate first to see if it was still locked; that would all buy her precious minutes to make it to the relative safety of the next boundary line. It would all depend on whether or not he noticed the tarp was missing from the log pile sooner…or later.

  She prayed for later.

  Her feet found an added spurt of speed as she heard him shout some more.

  "Where the fuck are you, bitch? Just wait till I get my hands on you, you little slut, you'll regret messing me around like this!"

  She could hear the anger in his voice and couldn't help the whimper that fell from her lips at the thought of him catching her. Please, God, no! She'd never survive if he managed to get her back.

  Vaguely, she wondered if his shouting might alert the neighbours, but it didn't seem to deter him, so obviously, he wasn't too worried. It added to her belief that she was right not to trust them.

  She sped across the silent grass, oblivious to the cold and pain in the soles of her feet, her only focus now on managing to successfully get away. Her breath sawed in and out of constricted lungs, part exertion, part fear, and she thanked the Lord for the haze of mist which obscured the white puffs of her breath that decorated the air around her.

  She was almost there, just a few more metres.

  "Slave!" the thunderous bellow seemed to reverberate all around her.

  Oh, God! Was he closer? She didn't dare look; the trees were clearer through the tendrils of the dark, now that she was close up, so instead, she searched for the best way through.

  When she spied a gap, she veered in that direction, stubbing her bare toes on a fallen branch and taking a sprawling dive in her haste. She dragged herself up, only vaguely aware that she had damaged her foot. She didn't care. It didn't matter. She just needed to make it through the fence line and into the relative safety of the next field, where she would be out of his line of sight at least, if nothing else.

  She continued on with a staggering gait, limping badly, but oblivious of anything except the beacon of survival that shone brightly in her mind. A fe
w more feet, and she'd cleared the trees.

  A ragged sob of relief was torn from her throat and she squeaked a little at how loud it sounded in the quiet silence of the dense night, before clamping a hand across her mouth in automatic response.

  Her lungs hurt, and her foot throbbed with new pain on top of the old pains of cold and scrapes from the stones and thistles she'd encountered in the otherwise blessedly grass field, but she didn't dare to stop, not even to catch her breath and take stock of her surroundings. There was another boundary, closer this time, and she could hear the tell-tale spew of a rain swollen stream. Dear God! She dared not take a dip in any frigid water. That truly would be the death of her, and she didn't have enough time or light to investigate another way across. A yellow glow in the distance seemed to signal to her. She didn't want to risk finding people, but, at least, where there was a property, there would be a way around the river, so she headed in that direction and prayed it was late enough not to disturb anyone.

  The shouting from behind her had diminished, thank goodness, and she slowed her pace just a little, allowing her laboured breath to subside and quieten and easing the pressure on her damaged foot.

  She regained a little of her equilibrium and tried for stealth as the property came into view. It was surrounded by blessedly shielding trees and she stayed within their shadowy protection as she looked around.

  As she searched the dark, she could see no evidence of outside lights, and the only illumination on this side of the house came from a frosted glass window on the upper level, which she guessed might be the bathroom. It gave off just enough radiance to cast a little pool of light around the front of the house and to show a gate in the shadows off to the far right. That was where she needed to be heading, she decided. If she stayed within the cover of the trees, she'd remain out of sight, and that was exactly what she planned to do, until unholy temptation caught her eye.