Begging for Novellas(on hold)

Katie Angel ~~~ Chapter One

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*~*~*~*~*Chapter 1

Katie-Anne cowered beneath the hulking figure as his arms stretched out for her, she wished more than anything that this wouldn’t happen, she prayed as hard as her faith would allow, and yet she knew he was going to give it to her.

Over the last year she had met, been courted and fallen for this man, only to find out he was a monster. A soft cry pierced the silence as her body’s shaking intensified the closer he came. How hard grey eyes were merciless as he stared her down on his approach. She hadn’t meant for it to happen. It was an accident. But that’s not how he saw it; he saw it as a punishable offence. She trembled in fear.

When he had first introduced her to this way of life she hadn’t wanted it, she still to this day didn’t want it but she couldn’t fight back, not really. He was huge and even though she was a round full figured girl, she was short at 5’6, and her weight counter balanced any stability she could take against him as she wasn’t that fast. He loomed closer his anger plausible in his once handsome features, now the normal expression he wore.

David Gale was the man of her worst nightmares, and what made it worse was that every time he took hold of her, she wished she would die; it would be a better punishment for whatever she did wrong in life to deserve this. His hand closed around her shrunken form, clasping a deathly grip around her throat as he hauled her up as if her 300 pound body weighed no more than a feather. Her whimpers and her pleas to leave her be drew on deaf ears, and the terror in her eyes went unnoticed by cold grey eyes. Her heart was stuttering and sprinting all at the same go as he dragged her by her throat to his ‘office’, his personal office in the back of his house. The floors slumped with the double weight, a groaning movement to each floor board as he trumped through his house in his heavy leaded steal toe boots, the sound of her nightmares.

David sneered with a backward glance, letting her not miss the insinuation in his gaze. Unlocking the door with a key, he stepped in, the pain filled cried and please still trailing behind him. The room was dark in most ways, the walls a dark grey with black sun-proof curtains that adjourned the windows. A large sterile steel table leaned its bulk against the wall on the left and several different sized benches were stacked next to the opposite wall. Chains dangled firmly attached to the many surfaces he preferred, and a tall black cabinet stood rigid against the back wall, those were his toys, and this was his dungeon, his place of terror and pain, this was her hell.

Katie-Anne wanted to scream, scream for anyone to hear but it was useless, she knew no one would hear her way out here, after all he lived about six miles out of town, and a town that had no idea she was here. No one knew she was here. When he first brought her here she was awed by the place. A rustic, but decent sized, cabin stood against the threshold of the forest, a few well-manicured acres surprised onlookers to the sheer size of the area that surrounded the house. Two out-buildings hedged along the farthest part of the grassy field and a large animal pen stood with several different lead routs coming off the main square. It was a beautiful piece of property that belonged to a monster of a man.

David moved in the room with a lethal grace, knowing every inch of the walls and objects that surrounded them, this was his haven, his oasis, he loved the power he had here, and she knew it. With her still in his grasp he moved them over to the right side where the benches stood, grabbing the top one with his free hand, and again making the weight of the thing look like nothing. It was at least six feet long and two feet wide, a solid piece of maple wood. He didn’t put any carpet or something soft on it like many do with boards like this, no this one was rough, not sanded or primed and Katie-Anne always had a massacre of slivers left in her that would take hours to get out after he was done. And most of them didn’t come out. He would use his whips and paddles and no matter how much she cried or didn’t, he would always go to the point where she would pass out and wake up a day or two later in her ‘room’.