Forbidden Pleasures (NSC Industries Book 11) by D. H. Sidebottom Page B
Authors: D. H. Sidebottom
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wrong. I was starting to detest the man because all he ever brought me was bad
news. However, what I thought was bad news was so very wrong. It was
news that fucking terrified me.
“Bea is missing.”
Although my heart was beating through my chest, I managed
to voice some sort of coherent sentence. “She’s in Italy.”
He shook his head, the dark circles around his eyes
showing off his exhaustion. “She was supposed to be home last week but she
never returned. She caught her flight back, we checked with the airline and…”
“And?” I probed as the whole of my body shivered with a
chill.
“The police have checked the airport CCTV and Ollie went
through it with them this morning.”
“And!” I spat wishing the prick would get on with it.
His eyes filled with tears, one seeking freedom as it
burst down his face. “Someone took her, Jay. Someone took her.”
Chapter 19
Bea
I smiled gratefully and sighed with pleasure when he
inserted the needle into a bruised vein and poured heaven inside me. My body
instantly stopped trembling and the softness of the dirty mattress curled
around me and welcomed my drugged mind into its soothing warmth.
“What do you say, Beatrice?”
“Thank you,” I rasped, all I could make my tongue manage
when it swelled inside my mouth with the heroin taking me away from the pain.
I’d been here roughly four weeks, wherever here was. My
tormenter, as yet, hadn’t revealed himself to me, and surprisingly he hadn’t
raped me. The twenty eight days had consisted of minimum amounts of food and
water and a gentle progression of drugs poured into me.
However, things had changed in the previous two days, he
had limited the quantity of heroin he’d been forcing into me and for the last
twelve hours I had been in the hell of my own mind, my body vibrating with need
as my teeth trembled. My body had been twitching with the things that had
crawled under my skin and I had spent the last two hours begging on my knees
for him to stop the torture tearing through my veins.
He had relented after I had taken his hands in my own and
kissed his palms, my tears finding his soul and my pleas reaching his heart.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered as his hands stroked my
hair back from my clammy face.
He left me to drift into the beautiful images in my mind.
***
“Please,” I begged, my sobs frantic and loud as snot
streamed from my nose and my tears burnt the sore skin around my lips. “Please,
just a little bit, please. Please, I can’t do this without it. I need it. I
need you. Please.”
I looked up at him and pierced his eyes with my own
pleading ones, the only things behind the mask that I was witness to. Taking both
his hands, I kissed at them, my mouth doing my bidding and praying that it was
enough for him to back down with his refusal to feed my craving.
Softly, he cupped my face, his eyes showing his love for
me. “I haven’t any reason to give it you, Beatrice. What is in it for me?”
“Anything,” I begged, confused by his sudden request for
payment.
“Is your love enough, my sweet girl?”
“My love is everything, everything. I love you, you know
I do. I’m yours to do with as you wish but please, I need it, I can’t breathe
without it, my mind is torturing me. Please.”
My sobs were hard and desperate, my heart cramping in my
chest without the stimulant of drugs to keep it going. My mind taunted me with
horrific pictures of my parent’s death, their twisted and mutilated bodies
grieving my imagination until I couldn’t bear to close my eyes anymore. But the
agony in my soul hurt my eyes, the lids shutting after the exhaustion of the last
few weeks caught up with me and plunged me back into the depths of the
nightmare in my head.
“But I can’t afford food and your medicine Beatrice.
Which is it to be?”
“My medicine, please. I don’t need food, I’m not hungry.”
“Very well,” he whispered. I gazed up at him, my
wrong. I was starting to detest the man because all he ever brought me was bad
news. However, what I thought was bad news was so very wrong. It was
news that fucking terrified me.
“Bea is missing.”
Although my heart was beating through my chest, I managed
to voice some sort of coherent sentence. “She’s in Italy.”
He shook his head, the dark circles around his eyes
showing off his exhaustion. “She was supposed to be home last week but she
never returned. She caught her flight back, we checked with the airline and…”
“And?” I probed as the whole of my body shivered with a
chill.
“The police have checked the airport CCTV and Ollie went
through it with them this morning.”
“And!” I spat wishing the prick would get on with it.
His eyes filled with tears, one seeking freedom as it
burst down his face. “Someone took her, Jay. Someone took her.”
Chapter 19
Bea
I smiled gratefully and sighed with pleasure when he
inserted the needle into a bruised vein and poured heaven inside me. My body
instantly stopped trembling and the softness of the dirty mattress curled
around me and welcomed my drugged mind into its soothing warmth.
“What do you say, Beatrice?”
“Thank you,” I rasped, all I could make my tongue manage
when it swelled inside my mouth with the heroin taking me away from the pain.
I’d been here roughly four weeks, wherever here was. My
tormenter, as yet, hadn’t revealed himself to me, and surprisingly he hadn’t
raped me. The twenty eight days had consisted of minimum amounts of food and
water and a gentle progression of drugs poured into me.
However, things had changed in the previous two days, he
had limited the quantity of heroin he’d been forcing into me and for the last
twelve hours I had been in the hell of my own mind, my body vibrating with need
as my teeth trembled. My body had been twitching with the things that had
crawled under my skin and I had spent the last two hours begging on my knees
for him to stop the torture tearing through my veins.
He had relented after I had taken his hands in my own and
kissed his palms, my tears finding his soul and my pleas reaching his heart.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered as his hands stroked my
hair back from my clammy face.
He left me to drift into the beautiful images in my mind.
***
“Please,” I begged, my sobs frantic and loud as snot
streamed from my nose and my tears burnt the sore skin around my lips. “Please,
just a little bit, please. Please, I can’t do this without it. I need it. I
need you. Please.”
I looked up at him and pierced his eyes with my own
pleading ones, the only things behind the mask that I was witness to. Taking both
his hands, I kissed at them, my mouth doing my bidding and praying that it was
enough for him to back down with his refusal to feed my craving.
Softly, he cupped my face, his eyes showing his love for
me. “I haven’t any reason to give it you, Beatrice. What is in it for me?”
“Anything,” I begged, confused by his sudden request for
payment.
“Is your love enough, my sweet girl?”
“My love is everything, everything. I love you, you know
I do. I’m yours to do with as you wish but please, I need it, I can’t breathe
without it, my mind is torturing me. Please.”
My sobs were hard and desperate, my heart cramping in my
chest without the stimulant of drugs to keep it going. My mind taunted me with
horrific pictures of my parent’s death, their twisted and mutilated bodies
grieving my imagination until I couldn’t bear to close my eyes anymore. But the
agony in my soul hurt my eyes, the lids shutting after the exhaustion of the last
few weeks caught up with me and plunged me back into the depths of the
nightmare in my head.
“But I can’t afford food and your medicine Beatrice.
Which is it to be?”
“My medicine, please. I don’t need food, I’m not hungry.”
“Very well,” he whispered. I gazed up at him, my
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