Swallow it Down Read online Addison Cain

Categories Genre: Dark, Dystopia, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
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Fire was not an option.

It might be seen.

And though that time of year in the south was chilly, it was nothing like the snows in Boston. The very ones that had driven her south to begin with.

Not that she wasn’t cold.

Uncured skins from freshly killed vermin kept some feeling in her fingers and toes. Poorly tied together with little strips she’d carved through with sharp rocks, they covered her well enough. And stank.

That first week, the howls didn’t wake her up like they should. Eugenia was too busy dreaming of hazel eyes, flashes of anger, the feel of a man’s hands on her body. How he tasted.

Every woman on Level 15 knew how he tasted. He knew how they tasted. And she could only guess how many of them he’d been with since she cut and ran.

That was the price of her freedom, after all. Not that she ever imagined she’d earn it so quickly, or so unintentionally.

It was surprising how boring the days were when all she did was hunt and walk. Too much time spent remembering and too little spent thinking.

It was like she carried an infection and something even worse—doubt.

The women always came back, he’d said. But she couldn’t do that, even if she’d caught herself walking toward the boat more than once. Seeing him with the others, the very women she’d driven him to time and time again, would kill her. It would kill her more quickly than Level 9 ever might.

Joan had been right. Eugenia was in love—unsure who she hated more for it, Aaron or herself.

Had Joan not come to her first, after that long, sleepless night on the couch, Eugenia would have fallen at his feet and begged just like he had begged her in dark corners for months. Keep me. Accept me as fucked-up as I am. Love me back, even when I hate you.

He’d outplayed her every move, crumbled her flagging resistance to powder. All the while, she’d tormented him in every way she could imagine. Took from his physical release despite his tricks. Participated when he’d moved inside her. Enthusiastically accepted his caress after a taste of pleasure, knowing after the first time that it would end with him spilling where he should not.

He’d take care of Brooke as long as Brooke might live. He’d take care of all of them. That had to be enough.

He’d also still force women who didn’t want to have babies to reproduce for his vision of humanity’s second chance.

Her best friend. Her arch nemesis.

Maybe she’d really left her beloved textbooks for him, so he wouldn’t forget her. Because seeing them would kill him little by little. He’d hold them; he’d smell her on them. He’d still fuck the other women too hard from behind, and he’d still not be able to look them in the eye as they serviced their captain.

Brooke bore horrific scars, ugly ones everyone could see. Aaron bore the same, with only Eugenia knowing they sat right under his skin.

Just as he knew all about her secret wounds, having inflicted many of them himself.

Yet with each deep cut, she’d had someone to stitch the wound closed. The scar was still there, but tended, softened, even accepted. They only pulled a little when she breathed, could almost be ignored.

Eugenia would survive them. Aaron would survive his.

Neither of them would ever truly live.

It wasn’t the cold or the hunger that birthed her misery in freedom. They wouldn’t kill her, just as her growing fever wouldn’t kill her. It was the loss.

Rain had blessed her passage from the ship with drinkable water. More had been collected in her empty cola bottles. She could pass from the rotting woods into the next nightmare far differently than she’d come to this land.

But the dead wood felt like home. So she built her own hovel out of mud and sticks like all other vagrants breathing air, eating bugs, and surviving on fumes she’d come across over the years. Eugenia’s own cove near the water, far from the ship. Far from the captain’s farmlands.

So she might work through a backlog of buried thought and feeling, yet occasionally wander far enough north in the night to see the ship’s lights at a distance.

She wasn’t alone.

Her beautiful Li Wei, his memory was with her, toasting marshmallows over a campfire she didn’t have. Like he sat at her side on the muddy banks of the massive river that fed a lake that housed a cruise ship that should have never made it so far inland.

The Mississippi wasn’t pretty.

Its inlets stank.

But so did she… in that stupid blue dress.

A dress she was going to keep until the day she died. Because she missed another man more than the ghost at her side. She missed all the ugly moments they shared punctuated by blue cotton.


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