I apologise for some of the errors in the previous submission – sometimes it hard to edit when you know what's coming next. I was hoping to get out at least a chapter a week but you know, Murphy's Law. (It's also going a little slow for my liking.)
All characters are entirely fictional and any likeness or similarities to any persons are purely coincidental.
Thanks for dropping by.
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Azalea counted fifteen paces each side of the cell. Three sides were walled by metal bars. She quietly tugged at every one trying to find a weakness, pushing down the gnaw of despair as all the bars held steadfast. The small rush of adrenalin had cleared her mind as she'd tried to recall as much detail as she could. It was hard. Azalea had been drifting in and out for hours, or, days? She couldn't be certain. One thing she did know is that before this she had hailed a taxi after Friday evening drinks with friends. Next thing she knew, she was being woken by Buckley in this dirty cell.
At first it had started gently, coaxing, convincing if she just gave them what they wanted, they'd let her go. Then it turned to shaking, pushing, shoving, even throwing her to the ground. She couldn't give them anything because at first she didn't even know what they'd wanted. So far removed from her current life, she was too shocked to respond with anything but a blank look.
Azalea gently rubbed her arms. She could feel the texture of the dirt and scabbing scratches under her finger tips. She ran her hands down her sides and over her hips. There wasn't much left of her white shirt, the material had been torn away just under her breasts all the way around her back, like some sort of makeshift midriff top, and her black pencil skirt? Well, there wasn't much left of that either.
Oddly enough it wasn't cold, she couldn't feel any draft or heating; perhaps she was still in shock.
What am I going to do?
Her options were limited. She was no match for Buckley's brute force. If she could get past him, what about the other young man? Whatever energy she might be able to muster up would be short lived. Azalea sank to the floor.
There must be something I'm missing
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Carnus ran his long fingers through his dark unkempt hair as he leant against the window looking out.
What to do next?
He was loathe to admit his options were becoming less and less. He turned and looked over the large dark study, his mahogany desk, the entire room littered with books, piles of books, open on the desk and spread out on the floor. He suddenly had a violent urge to set it all on fire.
Despite the fact that he had Azalea where he wanted, he'd almost run the full gamut and achieved naught. He couldn't force Azalea to give him what he wanted and he was running out of time. Azalea was in need of real persuasion, something she couldn't say no to. A flagitious gleam sparkled in his sapphire eyes.
And I know just the thing
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The heavy rolling bass reverberated through the room as the sea of gyrating bodies pulsed in time with sound. Sabrina stood at long marble bar, punctuating each beat with the flick of her hips, her short black mini flipping dangerously higher up her creamy thighs with each movement. Tipping her blonde head back she downed the rest of her Smirnoff Black and put the empty bottle on the bartop.
"Would you like another one?" a low voice cut through the music, close to her ear.
Sabrina turned and found that she had to look up. She smiled admiringly as her eyes travelled up his black shirt, usually she could almost see eye to eye with six foot men with her mid-platform Pleasers. Her light hazel eyes trailed up his sharp jawline, over a full bottom lip and finally rested on his dark eyes. He cocked his head slightly and raised one eyebrow, somewhat amused.
Mmmm, yes I do like what I see
. She flashed him a sly grin and closed the space between them, her full breasts making the slightest contact his chest.
"Yes, I'd love another one."
As he turned to the bar, Sabrina looked over the dark the room. The green and pink laser lights painted random patterns over the crowd.
Friday nights...
she mused as the beat slowly commanded her hips again. There was nothing like getting your rocks off after a hard week at work. She turned slowly back to the bar, rolling her hips sensuously. She could feel dark haired man studying her as she half closed her eyes. Sabrina suppressed a smile, shamelessly flirting with her body. She felt her skin prickle as if he was actually stroking her skin.
This is going to be so much fun!
The music took a turn upbeat, and Sabrina took the cue to have a break. Coming back to the bar she took a several gulps from the bottle, well aware of the few drops that escaped the side of her mouth slowly travelling over her jaw, down her neck and to sliding between her breasts. She turned back to the man, feigning slight clumsiness, and put her index finger between her breasts, reversing back up the trail of the escaped droplets and slowly sucking her finger. Sabrina looked innocently into his eyes. He looked right back, seemingly unaffected.
