Prologue
The cold blade caught momentarily as it slid down her cheek. Its icy touch puckered her flesh and dragged it, as the blade travelled lower. She screamed again, a sand-paper rasp of a sound, her throat sore from countless others. Warm, salty tears ran down her face. They slipped over the blade and dropped to the barren floor, soaked up by the cold, dispassionate concrete.
Bitter cold and fear forced another shiver from her naked body. She shook violently, like an addict convulsing. As she did, the ties that held her hands and wrists sliced into damaged skin. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hold still, as sobs of desperation escaped her.
He turned the blade, pressing the razor sharp cutting edge against her lips, opening them, like a lover would tease his playmate. For a second she tasted steel as the knife slipped between her lips. She tried harder to control her shaking, but couldn’t. The blade nicked her top lip. The paper thin cut was tiny but painful. Another sob escaped her, like a frightened child jerked out of a nightmare. A driblet of blood mixed with saliva, and ran over her bottom lip to land on a naked breast. He lowered his eyes with a wondrous, childish smile as he watched the blood fall. It laid there, a crimson stain on her ivory skin. This was his favorite part, the sweet smell of terror created a high like no other. He breathed it in savoring the rush, before removing the knife and stepping back.
The way she cringed as his eyes roved over her naked body sent shivers down his spine. It was delicious. Shame was no longer a consideration; she knew he would kill her. But she was strong and there was still a glimmer of hope in her dull, almost lifeless eyes as they pleaded for her life. She had been tied to the post, her wrists bound behind her back for only twelve hours. But he knew she would think it days. The ropes had sliced into her skin, and blood seeped from the wounds. He stood still, just watching her, soaking in the pain that seemed to float from her in waves. As he watched her struggles grew weaker, less animated, her hope was fading fast. He could not suppress the chuckle that this knowledge brought.
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