Heart of Stone #3
Resolution
A NSC Industries Novel
By D H Sidebottom
Heart of Stone #3
Resolution
Copyright © 2013
By D H Sidebottom
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual places, incidents and persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2013 D H Sidebottom
Excerpt from Shocking Heaven Copyright © 2013 D H Sidebottom
Sometimes, love is just that little bit too destructive
CHAPTER 1
I had been here about eight days or so I reckoned with the coming and going of daylight, in the small room, the dusty, dirty run down room. I have no idea where the room was, I hadn’t left it since I woke up here.
I missed my babies with my very core and I hoped they were being cared for and showered with love. I know Mason would be going insane and he had probably scored by now and it was this particular notion that enraged me; not the fact I was handcuffed to a dingy bed in a filthy room, being raped and beaten every day but the fact that Dane’s actions will have forced Mason back onto the cocaine and I hated him for it.
It had been three months since Mason had got high and I had been so proud of him and the fact that Dane’s actions would now set him back, once again having to see Mason struggle with the daily cravings and the hunger angered me.
He could do any of the things he had been doing to me but now he had hurt Mason I was desperately trying to work out a plan to escape… I needed to get to my man!
I needed to pee and my throat was dry. I knew he would be here soon and I thought I’d rather wet myself than look at Dane… the ugliness, the evilness and the damn cocky smile that I was eager to rip of his face.
I was naked and filthy, and handcuffed to the bedframe. My poor body was covered in bruises, welts and cuts where Dane’s frantic thrusts at me had seen him clawing at my skin as though he wanted to climb inside me, inside my soul.
He was frightening, the pure vehemence in him but he also had a steel calmness to him and it was this that terrified me, the way his eyes were dead but still held an icy glint, the way his lip curled at one side making him look malevolent and crazed. His laughter was terrifying, the high pitched crazy cackle that tore through my very soul.
Scanning the room for the thousandth time, hoping to spot something that could help me get out, I moaned desperately. There was nothing in the room apart from a broken wooden table that was held up with telephone directories and a bedside table that held the plastic bottle of water that Dane would let me drink from.
Oh and don’t forget the chain and hook that hung from the middle of the ceiling, we mustn’t forget that… I don’t think I would ever forget it.
There was nothing, absolutely fucking nothing, that would help get me out of here and I was sure I was going to go crazy but I was damn determined not to, I didn’t want to go there again, knowing that the last time I broke I had hurt Mason so much. His pain and turmoil as I clawed at myself and begged him not to let the angels of hell take me had devastated him and torn him in two.
I wouldn’t let Dane break me, he didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve any of my emotions.
I knew that’s what he wanted, to hear my cries and screams as he tortured or raped me but I wouldn’t let myself give him that.
I heard a noise outside the door and I held myself still, gearing myself up for him. I took a deep breath as the door opened and Dane stood jeering at me. “Good morning, sweetheart” he smiled happily as he walked into the room.
Biting my lip, I took a quick glance at the item in his hand and my heart jolted, it was his favourite choice.
He cocked his head at me. “How are you feeling this morning Ava?” he asked as he did every morning. I nodded but refused to look at him as he strolled towards me and round the bed to the bottle.
“Thirsty? I bet you are. Let me help you with that, Ava” he picked up the bottle and unscrewed the cap and as his hand settled behind my neck to tilt my head up he brought the bottle to my lips.
Greedily, I took some large gulps, knowing this could be the last drink I got today. He sighed heavily as he spotted the handcuffs and his finger stroked the edge of them. “Oh Ava, look at your poor wrists” he shook his head in pity, “why do you do this to yourself? Your beautiful skin is ruined now.”
I had been desperately trying to free my hands from them and now the skin was raw, bleeding and sore but I still kept trying in my urgency to escape.
“You won’t get out of these, sweetheart” he smiled and shook his head at me and then leant into my ear, “I had to get the professional equipment for you Ava, I know how feisty you can be” he chuckled.
I gulped down the bile as his tongue swept up my cheek. He inhaled heavily, “Ahhhh you always taste so wonderful, the saltiness and sweetness of you makes me hard, Ava.” He shook himself off and stood back up, his head tipped as he regarded me.
“Well let’s see what we have for you today.” He scrunched his shoulders up in a happy grin and held up the weapon of choice. “I know how much this turns you on sweetheart, so I’ve decided to treat you today.” His fingers stroked over my cheek as if in a loving gesture and I swallowed, looking away.
His hand grasped my chin forcefully and he turned my face to his. “Look at me, Ava.” His grip tightened and I refused to flinch. I moved my eyes to his and he smiled at my submission. “See, I need to see those gorgeous eyes, sweetheart.”
His eyes perused my body and the glint in his eyes brightened. “I need the toilet” I rasped out, my throat sore and dry from days of drought.
His lip curled at the corners like it did every time I asked for something. “Well...?” he sneered with his eyebrows high in query and I swallowed a breath, forcing myself to give in to him.
“Please could you take me to the toilet, Sir?” I asked quietly and slowly.
He laughed that stupid laugh that reverberated through my core and made me want to strangle him. “Oh you’re getting so good at it now; we’ll get that obstinacy out of you soon.” He leaned over me and bit my breast hard enough to pierce the skin and I clenched my eyes shut against the pain, forcing myself not to cry out.
I bit my lip desperately and this did make me wince, having bitten them so much in the last week they were now covered in sores from my teeth and the dryness of not having enough liquid. I clenched my thighs together to stop the urine from leaking out, this was a speciality of his, knowing that his bite would loosen my bladder and I would pee myself.
The first few times he had done it he had chastised me for wetting myself but now I was starting to control it and it pleased him very much.
He stood back up and smiled at me. “Did you know Ava that your orgasms are fiercer and more intense if your bladders full” he told me and I frowned.
Shit!
I gulped. “But I really need to go Sir, I don’t think I can hold it while you make love to me” I winced inwardly at my words but I knew they were expected.
He regarded me for a while and then huffed, “Alright but only because you’ve been a good girl.”
Walking over to the table, he picked up the key for my cuffs. “Now how do we behave, Ava?” he mocked and I took a deep breath.
“You are my… my master and I must… I must behave” I grated out and closed my eyes at the nausea that rose.
He smiled merrily and kissed my cheek as he bent to unlock the cuffs. “Oh Ava, you have made me so happy sweetheart. I knew you would love our little activities.”
He unlocked one and then moved around the bed to the other one. “You are such a whore that a fuck from anyone would sate yo
u.”
‘I don’t think you’re a whore or slag .You are the most loving, caring warm person I know Ava’
Mason’s voice shot into my head at Dane’s words and I smiled faintly to myself and for the first time in my life I believed these words. I wasn’t a whore; it was never my fault for everything that had happened to me. These men took what wasn’t offered, never offered, but this little thought and memories were what were getting me through these horrendous days.
I rotated the wrist he had freed from the handcuff, the other one still attached to one. The feeling of air and freedom made me sigh in relief. “Does that feel better, Ava?” he narrowed his eyes on me, waiting for my answer.
“Yes, thank you Sir” I breathed and cringed inwardly as he fastened a cuff that remained on my right wrist to his wrist and he practically dragged me to the bathroom as my legs wobbled from being immobile for so long.
I sat on the toilet, no longer embarrassed about peeing in front of Dane, I didn’t care now. I eyed the shower longingly. “Please can I shower, Sir?” I asked desperately. I knew his answer but I couldn’t seem to stop asking.
He scowled at me, “Now, now Ava, you know better than that. You’re a dirty whore. The filth is inside you not outside. A shower won’t help you” he shook his head in frustration. I nodded and stood up when I had emptied my bladder.
“All done?” he asked cheerfully and I nodded again. I swallowed heavily knowing what would happen now. He grinned at me and walked me back into the room and into the centre, below the chain.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to prepare myself as I mentally calmed my mind and willed away the trembles my body had launched.
Dane lifted my arms and handcuffed both hands to the hook. ‘Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool’ I recited in my head as the first crack of the whip hit my back. The thrash across my already delicate skin smarted as a thousand nerve endings in my skin screamed at me.
I swallowed the scream back, refusing to let it out. ‘Yes sir, yes sir, three bags…’ I bit my lip as another crack erupted over my back. Fuck it hurt, it seemed worse this time, whether he was getting harsher or whether it was because my skin was already so sore.
Another one hit and a forbidden whimper crept up my throat, I desperately tried to hold it back and I coughed to disguise it. ‘One for the master…”
FUCK!!!
This particular harsh lash managed to get a groan from me. “YES AVA, FEEL IT!” he shouted as he flayed me again.
I would not cry, I would not cry…
‘One for the Dame, one for THE LITTLE BOY….’ FUCK!!!! Another cry broke free.
“GOOD GIRL” he cried as I felt his penis settled between my legs and I silently thanked god for the short whipping I had received today.
He thrust into me roughly as my legs gave way and I hung limply from the chain. Both of his hands settled around my neck and I prayed, as I always did, that this time he would tighten them enough to end this torture and set me free from him… from this nightmare.
This was the easy part. ‘Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow…’
The nausea was rising with each of his grunts and moans. “Oh Ava, you’re so fucking tight” he groaned as he sped up and I bit into my lip so harshly that I could taste blood again.
My head sagged and I closed my eyes. ‘With silver bells… and cockle shells, and… pretty maids all in a row’. I sighed in relief as I felt him swell inside me and his final grunt left his lips as he filled me with his filth, his rotting seed.
He pulled out and came around the front of me. “I have a nice little surprise for you later, sweetheart” he chuckled and stroked my cheek with his palm.
He walked out, leaving me hung as he always did, his filthy, dirty spunk dripping down the inside of my thigh and I knew I would be left here for a few hours before he brought me a sandwich and a new bottle of water and then another round of ‘fun’ would begin.
CHAPTER 2
I opened my eyes as I heard a noise. I was still hung from the hook and it was darker now so I mentally added another day to my internal calendar.
My eyes widened and I gasped as I saw what my surprise was. Greg was tied to a chair in front of me, his head hung low in his unconsciousness; well I hoped he was unconscious and not dead.
“I’ve brought you some company Ava, what do you say?” he asked brightly and I stared at him in disbelief.
“What have you done?” I asked stupidly. The whip cracked against my bare buttocks and I jolted. “Sorry Sir” I said quickly.
“DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!” he roared and I flinched as another thrash cut through the skin on my backside.
Do not scream, do not scream.
“Drink” he ordered as he held the bottle to my lips and I greedily guzzled it, my throat already closing down against the dryness. I bit a small bite of the sloppy cheese spread sandwich he held to my mouth, the bread balling up in my mouth making it difficult to swallow but I forced it down knowing this would be all I got for a while. I took another bite chewing slowly as I knew what was coming next whilst I kept my eyes on Greg checking for any signs of life and I relaxed a little when I saw his chest raising and falling with each small breath he took.
I wasn’t sure which ‘plaything’ was on offer for tonight’s entertainment as I hadn’t seen him enter. He watched me chew and smiled at me as if he read my thoughts. “We have something new tonight. You’ll love it Ava, you always like it rough don’t you but we need to entertain Greg tonight so I thought we’d give him a treat” he smirked and I swallowed heavily, the sickness rising.
It was the unknown that scared me, I could mentally prepare myself for what he had in store for me when I knew what he was using but tonight, I didn’t have that advantage.
Greg mumbled in his chair and his head moved. “Ahhhh, how nice of you to join us, Greg” Dane said happily. Greg lifted his head and blinked furiously against the lights and as his focus set on me, broken, filthy and bloody hanging from a hook and chain in the middle of the room, I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by my nudity, my exhaustion and mind-set was too numb to care.
His eyes widened and he gasped. “Jesus Christ” his eyes flitted from me to Dane, “Fuck Dane, what have you done to her?” he spluttered.
Dane walked over to him and pulled back his arm, punching Greg forcefully in the face. “Don’t fucking talk to me, you fucking cunt” Greg’s head snapped to the side and he recoiled.
He crouched down in front of Greg. “Ava and I have some entertainment for you tonight Greg but I must first give you the rules” he sneered, “You keep your eyes open at all times, you do not look away, you watch every little thing Ava gets. Do you understand?”
Greg frowned severely at him. “What the f…” he didn’t finish as Dane’s fist smashed into his face.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he bellowed and Greg nodded quickly.
“YES!” he yelled.
“Good boy” Dane patted his cheek then walked behind me presumably to prepare tonight’s entertainment.
My eyes caught hold of Greg troubled ones. He scanned my broken body and grimaced. “Are you okay?” he mouthed and I nodded resignedly.
My nose wrinkled at a strange smell, I couldn’t work out what it was, it smelt similar to something burning and my heart beat sped up. I didn’t like this and I frantically twisted my hands, trying to get free even though I knew it was impossible.
I frowned as the smell got worse and my heart pounded and my body erupted in goose bumps. I tried to turn to see what the smell was but I was fixed securely so I couldn’t move.
“You ready Ava? You’re gonna love this” Dane chuckled and my throat hurt from the lump that had wedged in it. ‘Old king Cole was a me……’
I couldn’t hold the scream in this time. It exploded loudly and violently at the searing pain that tore through me as Dane branded me with a red hot poker.
Greg was screaming at Dane and struggli
ng in his chair. “FUCK DANE!!!!” he cried. Dane walked round to him, the poker in his hand. I had slumped against the chain, barely conscious, as the extreme pain tore through me.
“You fucking talk to me again and I burn her tits! You got that?” Dane snarled at Greg. Greg’s expression was filled with horror and astonishment, his eyes snapping from me to Dane frantically. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” He thundered and Greg swallowed but nodded.
Dane nodded once and returned to the rear of me. “Right Ava, are you ready for some more, sweetheart? This is really turning me on, you are gonna get such a good fuck tonight” he chuckled but I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t.
He walked round to the front of me and cocked his head. “Answer me!” he demanded and I opened my eyes.
“Yes, Sir” I croaked exhaustedly.
He smiled, “Good Girl.” He walked back round and I tightened my whole body in preparation.
‘A merry old soul was h…’ I screamed again, the pain was excruciating. My eyes flung open and I focused on Greg. “Look at me, Ava” he mouthed and he held my eyes. He smiled painfully and nodded. “You can do this sweetheart” he mouthed again and I sucked on my lips as a tear slipped free.
I shook my head at him. “I can’t” I mouthed back. The searing heat blistered my back and I screwed my face up, trying desperately to stay focused on Greg, he nodded encouragingly as I swallowed back the scream.
My lungs were struggling to work against the intense pain that was charring my back and the nausea was surfacing.
I puffed out a breath as the singeing returned and I could smell my flesh burning and sizzling. My skin cracked and tightened and I couldn’t hold the vomit back as my stomach exploded the sandwich all over the front of my naked body.
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