Awakened Desires
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Roger shoved her away and she fell, face first, into the wall. She crashed to the floor, coughing and rubbing her throat. Anne pulled her battered body up, her unsteady feet moving her right up to stand in front of Roger.
As quick as lightning, she slapped him across the face. Her chest was pumping up and down, breathing through her bloodied nose. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and twisted her around, forcing her up against the edge of the desk. “You want to feel something, whore? I’ve got that handled.”
Anne screamed as Roger viciously raped her…again.
Once he was finished with her, he tenderly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body up to his. He laid a small kiss on her ear, followed by several light kisses around her neck where the dark coloring of his fingerprints was blooming on the surface of her pale skin. Her body shuddered, feeling him so close to her.
“I could never kill you, my little bird,” he murmured in her ear. He spun her around to face him, rocking her back and forth to the silent music that filled the cabin. “And, yes, I care about you. I always have. And as for Liam… I cannot wait until he sees what I have in store for him.”
Roger tucked a strand of straggly hair behind her ear. Tears escaped her lifeless eyes, and he kissed them from her cheeks.
He turned away from her, heading to his desk and the computer that was already fired up. He checked the satellite signal. Two moving red dots flashed with coordinates, showing Roger that Liam and Gunther had been milling around in the same small area for ages.
A perverse sneer was a welcome effort. He spoke aloud as if Anne was interested in his blabbering. “I love that I’ve outsmarted them, but I do find it odd that he and Gunther are together.”
He shrugged his bulky shoulders and continued to stare at the screen, watching the red dots obliviously moving about.
Fractured Hearts
A Teaser from Shattered Lives, Book 3
I shook my head and continued my way to my new destination—the mechanical room. When I opened the door, the quiet slapped me in the face. It was brilliant. Perfect spot to have a seat and drown out the voices that were chapping at me. I hunkered down and got to work.
The sound of the cap twisting off the near empty bottle broke the pacing of my breathing and the pounding in my chest. The bottle found its way to my parted lips, and my reliable friend made its way down my parched throat with a smart sting. A shaky exhale leapt from my lungs when I listened for my demons. The echo in my head wasn’t ebbing yet. I needed more.
What are we drinking this time? More whiskey? Perhaps a scotch? Such luxuries in a post-apocalyptical world.
Look at what you’ve done in your life? Wait. What life?
You lack the intelligence to make anything happen.
You’re weak.
The truth? You’re not even good enough for a mother’s love.
My hand shook as I tipped the bottle back again and again. Before I knew it, it was empty. I tucked it under my legs and pulled out bottle number two from under my hoodie.
The snap of breaking the seal excited me more than it should have, but it was either drink or eat a bullet. I needed to silence those head-fucks before it was too late. My throat began to numb as each swig coasted effortlessly down to my belly. I was anxiously awaiting the brain numbing, as well.
Swig.
Swallow.
Swig.
Swallow.
With the back of my hand, I wiped the torpid trickle of whiskey that was making its merry bloody way down my chin. My eyelids stopped at half-mast. It was no longer an option to have full vision. The voices began ebbing. Consolation washed over me, until I realized I could still hear them.
Liam…you cannot get rid of us that easily. We will still be here when you wake from your stupor. Then you will have to start all over again.
Long pull.
Swallow, swallow.
Long pull.
Swallow, swallow.
A slow shudder sloshed the false relief around in my belly. Not good. Whiskey traveled up my esophagus like a rocket, but I pushed it back.
My brain was tingling instead of buzzing. I simpered, enjoying the feeling. I was detached. A few more swigs and I would be good to go.
About the Author
Rissa Blakeley is a quirky freelance writer and the author of the Shattered Lives series. She lives a socially awkward life just outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her amazing husband and daughter, four four-legged, furry children, and the many characters poking her brain, looking for more scenes about them in her books. When she isn’t writing, she can be found procrastinating on Facebook.
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Books by Rissa Blakeley
Broken Dreams (Shattered Lives, Book 1)
Awakened Desires (Shattered Lives, Book 2)
Coming in 2015
Fractured Hearts (Shattered Lives, Book 3)
Inspirational Song List
Power and Control by Marina and The Diamonds
Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix
Welcome to the Jungle by Guns ‘N Roses
Come Go With Me Now by Kongos
Swept Away by The XX
Stay With Me by Sam Smith
Oblivion by Bastille
Shallows by Daughter
Demons by Imagine Dragons
Fix You by Cold Play
Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift (feat. The Civil Wars)
Bring Me to Life by Evanescense
Yellow Light by Of Monsters and Men
Walk Away by The Script