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SOUL SACRIFICE
VOLUME 1
SOUL TRILOGY
The Louisiana Bayou, 1890
He tossed her a rag and it landed in the basin, splashing water onto the floor. “Strip!” The single whispered word echoed loudly in the small cabin.
Her green eyes narrowed as she stared down at the rag and back up at her captor. “You want me to shed my clothing?” Her soft voice filled with shock.
The masked man nodded at her.
“No, I will not.” Her eyes widened as she backed up.
The ruffian pulled out a very large pistol and cocked it, motioning it to the large basin.
She drew a deep breath, let it out and trembled a little as she started unbuttoning the long row of buttons she gazed down at her shaky fingers and decided to concentrate on her task and not look at the vile, hooded man. She pulled her dress down and kicked it away.
The man motioned for her to continue, pointing his gun at her chemise.
Oh no, I don’t think I can. Her slim fingers still shaky as she drew her torn chemise down, revealing the gauze that was tightly strapped over her heaving chest she blankly she stared down at it. She had forgotten all about her disguise and the charade while she felt her face grow warm. Swiftly, she glanced over at her captor, whom remained silent she felt moisture in her eyes as she remembered why she had the gauze. If only I had greeted him as me, if only I had been truthful.
Her captor drew her attention by clearing his throat again and he pointed his gun at the gauze.
She shook her head violently and gasped as he rose from the chair. “I shall do it, I shall do it.” She put her hand up and stepped back from him. Cesso tried to get her concentration back to her earlier resolve and ever so slowly, she pulled the gauze off, layer by painstaking layer. It took a more than a full minute to unravel it all and as her breasts broke free, she heard a male gasp and it seemed loud in the quiet room.
Restraining herself from looking at him she pulled her dusty petticoat down and kicked the whole heap of fabric away, she picked up the dripping cloth from the basin while still holding her breath and felt the cool water on her skin as the candle light cast its light onto her body. The incandescent light danced upon her skin, here and there as the light outside faded with the sunset.
The masked captor was breathing heavily now behind his mask and he felt on fire. Blake Reeves was now completely caught in a painful rapture. Oh Lord, what have I wrought? He was completely entranced by the image of the magnificent form of the woman he had hated only moments before. He had promised himself that he would not take her, not until he had tamed her and it had to be when she was willing and impassioned for him.
The light shone across her smooth alabaster skin, her pert breasts stood up to the cold air as water droplets slowly ran down her tapered waist to finally complete the journey down and over her shapely legs.
The masked observer felt a passion he had never known before just who is the captive now, you fool? He realized that indeed the tables had turned while he struggled for control of his lust. She is even more beautiful than in my imagination. His fists curled up at his sides. If I wanted to I could have her, right here and right now.
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He tossed her a rag and it landed in the basin, splashing water onto the floor. “Strip!” The single whispered word echoed loudly in the small cabin.
Her green eyes narrowed as she stared down at the rag and back up at her captor. “You want me to shed my clothing?” Her soft voice filled with shock.
The masked man nodded at her.
“No, I will not.” Her eyes widened as she backed up.
The ruffian pulled out a very large pistol and cocked it, motioning it to the large basin.
She drew a deep breath, let it out and trembled a little as she started unbuttoning the long row of buttons she gazed down at her shaky fingers and decided to concentrate on her task and not look at the vile, hooded man. She pulled her dress down and kicked it away.
The man motioned for her to continue, pointing his gun at her chemise.
Oh no, I don’t think I can. Her slim fingers still shaky as she drew her torn chemise down, revealing the gauze that was tightly strapped over her heaving chest she blankly she stared down at it. She had forgotten all about her disguise and the charade while she felt her face grow warm. Swiftly, she glanced over at her captor, whom remained silent she felt moisture in her eyes as she remembered why she had the gauze. If only I had greeted him as me, if only I had been truthful.
Her captor drew her attention by clearing his throat again and he pointed his gun at the gauze.
She shook her head violently and gasped as he rose from the chair. “I shall do it, I shall do it.” She put her hand up and stepped back from him. Cesso tried to get her concentration back to her earlier resolve and ever so slowly, she pulled the gauze off, layer by painstaking layer. It took a more than a full minute to unravel it all and as her breasts broke free, she heard a male gasp and it seemed loud in the quiet room.
Restraining herself from looking at him she pulled her dusty petticoat down and kicked the whole heap of fabric away, she picked up the dripping cloth from the basin while still holding her breath and felt the cool water on her skin as the candle light cast its light onto her body. The incandescent light danced upon her skin, here and there as the light outside faded with the sunset.
The masked captor was breathing heavily now behind his mask and he felt on fire. Blake Reeves was now completely caught in a painful rapture. Oh Lord, what have I wrought? He was completely entranced by the image of the magnificent form of the woman he had hated only moments before. He had promised himself that he would not take her, not until he had tamed her and it had to be when she was willing and impassioned for him.
The light shone across her smooth alabaster skin, her pert breasts stood up to the cold air as water droplets slowly ran down her tapered waist to finally complete the journey down and over her shapely legs.
The masked observer felt a passion he had never known before just who is the captive now, you fool? He realized that indeed the tables had turned while he struggled for control of his lust. She is even more beautiful than in my imagination. His fists curled up at his sides. If I wanted to I could have her, right here and right now.
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NEXT IN THE SERIES>>>> VOLUME 2 SOUL BETRAYAL