Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
“I’m going to fuck this little pussy full of come, and I’m going to lock you up to think about what you’ve done, Katie. You’re a bad girl, but you won’t be once I’m done with you. I’m going to make you so. Fucking. Good.”
His apparently selfish domination is betrayed when he reaches around under me and starts spanking my pussy in time with his thrusts, then double time, stinging slaps landing over my clit as he rides me to our mutual completion. The van is rocking back and forth with the virile effort of his domination, and though the guards outside might not be able to hear my cries of orgasm through the shielding, they must surely know when his cock explodes inside me, filling me up with his profane human seed, and pumping me to the absolute brim.
Everything becomes still for one blessed moment.
Then my descent into Hell begins.
2
Katya
For thirty long days, my world has been dark.
Captured in a crate suited for animal transport rather than human habitation, I have been subjected to basic humiliations over and over again by the guards who watch my box every hour of every day, allowing me only brief flashes of light outside the crate.
Darkness is my reality. I am the captive of all captives. I am being kept in such tight quarters that I barely know I am still alive. Only the rocking motion of the ship on which I was transported, and then the vibrations of the truck onto which I was loaded like a piece of dead cargo let me know the world still existed outside this dark box. I know I live, because I am seeped in rage at this cruel captivity.
It says a great deal about the fear of my captor as to what will happen if I break free in public. He knows I possess incredible supernatural powers. He thinks he understands matters of heaven and hell, but he is like a small boy paddling in the shallows of the ocean. I am the leviathan lurking deep in the water below, stretching out a tendril that he has made the mistake of taking in hand and yanking at.
My thoughts are vengeful, but they are all I have. I can hear nothing. I can see nothing. This constant darkness is enough to drive anybody mad, but they do not care about the state of my mind or my body. My captor cares only about the blood that runs in my veins.
This punishment is merely the first phase in a series of torments designed to break me down and make me controllable. My jailer wants me to emerge from this darkness already cracked, so he can break me fully.
Now my crate has stopped moving. All is still. It stays still for many hours, and then, finally, I hear the cracking of the outer casing they installed before we left the darkness of the ship’s vault. I hear lead being peeled away from itself. I imagine I see a shaft of light, but I see nothing yet. The darkness remains while I am being unwrapped like a poisonous present. If my captor is as arrogant and foolish as I believe him to be, he will be on the other side of the darkness, waiting to bask in the satisfaction of what he imagines to be my pale and withered form.
Suddenly, light pierces my darkness in a vicious bolt that sears my gaze. He could have opened this mobile prison in a darkened room, but he chose to use the sun as his weapon.
After so many days in the dark, it burns my eyes and makes it impossible to see for as long as it takes me to be hauled from the interior of the crate and made to kneel in shackles that run from neck to ankle. I am trussed in sacred metal, far more than is necessary to keep me chained. An example is being made of me. The fight is being drained from me. I am being broken by slow degrees, eroded with little cruelties and indignities, one piled atop the other.
I come from the heavens, and yet this mortal dares treat me like dirt. The rage of hosts of angels will be brought to bear on him one day, but for now I am an earthbound wretch, cast in flesh much like his. My fury is impotent for the moment, and I must kneel in this profane dirt and await my captor’s mercy.
A shadow crosses the sun in the shape of a man, and I am forced to look into the laughingly triumphant eyes of my worst enemy.
Sheriff Starlight stands two feet above me, or maybe twenty feet. It amounts to the same thing. Bigger. Taller. Crueler. He has long, shiny dark hair, thick with evil, and brows to match. His eyes are bright blue, lit with smirking self-satisfaction. He has a close-trimmed beard and mustache, and the kind of full but brutal lips that make his mouth impossible to look away from. He’s handsome, and not just in the way that many men are good looking. It goes beyond simple aesthetics. It’s a menace and a danger, a ruthlessness and a focus. This man will get what he wants at all and any costs. I failed to reckon with him fully, and now I am paying the price.