Secrets and Tears (Fatal Hearts 2): Excerpt
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CHAPTER TWO
The room was all white, with a nine-foot-wide backdrop, and furniture and equipment fit straight out of a professional studio: studio lights, bright standing lamps, cameras, and several computers. A king-size bed with buttoned upholstery and soft curves stood in the middle of the room, with a matching boudoir couch next to it. He must have been on the yacht several times in the past few months while claiming to be away on business trips… or had he tasked Jim with setting everything up? And then he'd come home, lain next to me, knowing full well he would murder me? How could I have been such a fool?
He sat me down on the couch, which was a good thing. Fear had knocked the strength out of my legs.
"Let me explain what's going to happen here." He rubbed his hands together. "This studio is a special place for you and me."
I blinked. I wanted him to speak faster, to get to the point—to tell me why I was inside the studio so I could find a way to get out of it. "What…what are you planning to do to me?"
He held up a hand to silence me. "Patience. I am getting to that." He stepped closer to the couch and touched a strand of my hair. I recoiled, and he pulled away again as if an electric current had charged through my hair and electrocuted him. He fixed me with a glare that made me shrivel. "From this moment on, for the rest of your life, you are going to be humiliated, instead of being the one to humiliate other people."
My entire body went cold. Knowing I was about to die was bad enough. But torture... I'd been hoping, foolishly, that he'd make my death quick.
"You've ruined a lot of lives, not just mine. In this room, you are going to make things right. At least as right as they can be." He pointed to the studio equipment and then looked back at me. "I'm going to lay you bare, Kelly. You're going to perform for an online porn site, and then at the end of it, I'll make sure everybody in your life,"—his eyes gleamed—"every single person you've ever come into contact with knows who you are and what you did. I have gone to great lengths to ensure that your humiliation is broadcast wide and far. I have a satellite Internet feed, this studio, and even a private island. That’s where I later plan to kill you."
My blood pressure rose and I flushed with hot-white anger and hatred. "Go to hell." I shot to my feet, and shaking my head vigorously, dashed for the door. My head howled and my heart slammed against my chest as I reached for the door handle, pulling it. Locked. My body stiffened in shock. It must lock automatically from the inside.
He laughed, and I whirled around to meet his lethal eyes. He didn't look surprised by my feeble attempt to escape. Instead he looked relaxed and not at all in a hurry, trusting in the traps he had already set for me.
"I suggest you get used to the fact that you're not going anywhere. You're going to be on this yacht for the long haul. Sit." His razorblade voice sliced into my heart. "Don't make me come and get you."
"Please, Miles." I caught myself. "Alvin," I begged as I walked back to the couch, "don't do this." I lowered myself down onto the stool, bringing my palms together, pleading.
"Stop begging. It won't get you anywhere." He walked over to one of the computers, switched it on, and glanced at the screen for a while as it came alive. Even though his attention was fixed on the computer screen, I felt him watching me like a hawk from the corner of his eye. He would not let me out of his sight—ever again.
"There was one person who might have been able to stop me from torturing you. That person was my mother. But she's dead. And who is to blame? You." His voice wobbled momentarily as he pressed some keys on the keyboard. "Now you're all alone with me, with no one to help you. Begging won't get you anywhere. It makes you look even more pathetic than you already do. Conserve your energy for when I fuck you on camera and share it with the world."
COMING MAY, 2016
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CHAPTER TWO
The room was all white, with a nine-foot-wide backdrop, and furniture and equipment fit straight out of a professional studio: studio lights, bright standing lamps, cameras, and several computers. A king-size bed with buttoned upholstery and soft curves stood in the middle of the room, with a matching boudoir couch next to it. He must have been on the yacht several times in the past few months while claiming to be away on business trips… or had he tasked Jim with setting everything up? And then he'd come home, lain next to me, knowing full well he would murder me? How could I have been such a fool?
He sat me down on the couch, which was a good thing. Fear had knocked the strength out of my legs.
"Let me explain what's going to happen here." He rubbed his hands together. "This studio is a special place for you and me."
I blinked. I wanted him to speak faster, to get to the point—to tell me why I was inside the studio so I could find a way to get out of it. "What…what are you planning to do to me?"
He held up a hand to silence me. "Patience. I am getting to that." He stepped closer to the couch and touched a strand of my hair. I recoiled, and he pulled away again as if an electric current had charged through my hair and electrocuted him. He fixed me with a glare that made me shrivel. "From this moment on, for the rest of your life, you are going to be humiliated, instead of being the one to humiliate other people."
My entire body went cold. Knowing I was about to die was bad enough. But torture... I'd been hoping, foolishly, that he'd make my death quick.
"You've ruined a lot of lives, not just mine. In this room, you are going to make things right. At least as right as they can be." He pointed to the studio equipment and then looked back at me. "I'm going to lay you bare, Kelly. You're going to perform for an online porn site, and then at the end of it, I'll make sure everybody in your life,"—his eyes gleamed—"every single person you've ever come into contact with knows who you are and what you did. I have gone to great lengths to ensure that your humiliation is broadcast wide and far. I have a satellite Internet feed, this studio, and even a private island. That’s where I later plan to kill you."
My blood pressure rose and I flushed with hot-white anger and hatred. "Go to hell." I shot to my feet, and shaking my head vigorously, dashed for the door. My head howled and my heart slammed against my chest as I reached for the door handle, pulling it. Locked. My body stiffened in shock. It must lock automatically from the inside.
He laughed, and I whirled around to meet his lethal eyes. He didn't look surprised by my feeble attempt to escape. Instead he looked relaxed and not at all in a hurry, trusting in the traps he had already set for me.
"I suggest you get used to the fact that you're not going anywhere. You're going to be on this yacht for the long haul. Sit." His razorblade voice sliced into my heart. "Don't make me come and get you."
"Please, Miles." I caught myself. "Alvin," I begged as I walked back to the couch, "don't do this." I lowered myself down onto the stool, bringing my palms together, pleading.
"Stop begging. It won't get you anywhere." He walked over to one of the computers, switched it on, and glanced at the screen for a while as it came alive. Even though his attention was fixed on the computer screen, I felt him watching me like a hawk from the corner of his eye. He would not let me out of his sight—ever again.
"There was one person who might have been able to stop me from torturing you. That person was my mother. But she's dead. And who is to blame? You." His voice wobbled momentarily as he pressed some keys on the keyboard. "Now you're all alone with me, with no one to help you. Begging won't get you anywhere. It makes you look even more pathetic than you already do. Conserve your energy for when I fuck you on camera and share it with the world."
COMING MAY, 2016
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