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Authors: Bianca Sommerland
Tags: Horror, Paranormal, BDSM, Vampires, torture, paranormal erotic romance, forced seduction, Assassins, Abduction, Exhibitionism, Amnesia, imprisonment
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practice, Lydia. You have the skill, but it's buried, deep within. You can practice here, but you'll have to give up digging for memories. Your past is like a scrapbook in a house that's gone up in flames.
A sad loss, but you survived. Be grateful."
I closed my eyes and rolled my shoulders. I could feel the truth of his words. Either my body would remember, or my mind would. For some reason, I couldn't have both.
"But I won't be here forever. I have a life . . . somewhere . . . ."
"Your mind was damaged, love." Joe circled me, trailing his fingers through my hair.
"The life you had is worth nothing if you can't fight for your freedom. You can start again. If you live."
The lure of memories teased at the back of my consciousness. Family, friends, other nameless faces hovering in the darkest reaches of my mind.
"Are you ready to say 'goodbye' to them?" Joe stood behind me, rubbing his hands down my arms, a gentle comfort. He knew the sacrifice wouldn't be easy.
I turned and let him hold me as I nodded. A sob broke out, and the warmth of tears spilled down my cheeks. "I'm ready."
Joe pressed his fingers under my chin, drawing me up for a kiss. The faces hovering in the dark were gone. There was nothing left, nothing but a slow buzz that began flowing through me, twitching my muscles. Focus overcame all. With fierce discipline, I pushed back the sadness.
There was no room for regret. Like a fire within, a new drive burst to life. I heard a voice, deep, warm, somehow kind and stern at once. "Uncontrolled thoughts steal focus, Lydia. You must not let them slip, anymore than you would let slip your hold on balance."
Had I made a different choice, I would have known the face behind the voice. But something told me that, had I made a different choice, I would have disappointed that unknown person. I'd been taught better, and I had done what I must. I knew, somewhere deep within, he would have been proud.
A sword came at me and, without thinking, I brought up my own to block it.
Joe smirked at me over our crossed swords. "Are you done with self-pity? You've been lazy. You have a lot of work to do."
I was tempted to argue, but, instead, I shook my head and laughed. "Yeah. I'm done." I drew my sword back and turned swiftly, swinging too fast for him to do more than jump back out of my reach. "You're going to wish I wasn't."
Chapter Eight
"I think she's awake."
The youthful voice sounded excited. I woke with a groan, pushing myself up, ignoring the complaint of my stiff muscles straining under fragile skin. Then I opened my eyes. And stared.
What the hell is a kid doing in here? But after a few quick blinks, I realized she wasn't a kid. Not really. Her body had soft curves; her breasts were a little larger than mine. I could tell from her face that she was quite a bit younger than I was. Her cheeks were still plump with baby fat, and the dark, rich color of her perfectly smooth skin added to her youthful look. The sparkle in her wide, mocha-colored eyes topped it off.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed. My body didn't like it, but I knew, somehow, I was ready. "Joe?"
He came immediately to my side. "Lydia, you should lie down. You aren't strong enough."
I pulled my arm from his gentle hold and took his hand. "I'll be okay. Trust me. I just need to take it slow." I looked at the table, judging the distance. "Help me walk to the table. I'll sit there for a bit, and then walk back."
Joe opened his mouth, then closed it and frowned. I finally got through to him with my steady, patient gaze. With a sigh, he helped me to my feet, taking more of my weight than I wanted, but not arguing, which was all I could ask.
The girl hovered at my other side, hand out toward me as though she both thought I would fall and wanted to help. She settled for following my slow progress to the table.
It took me a ridiculously long time to cover the short distance to the table, but, once I had settled into the chair--the pain of my
A sad loss, but you survived. Be grateful."
I closed my eyes and rolled my shoulders. I could feel the truth of his words. Either my body would remember, or my mind would. For some reason, I couldn't have both.
"But I won't be here forever. I have a life . . . somewhere . . . ."
"Your mind was damaged, love." Joe circled me, trailing his fingers through my hair.
"The life you had is worth nothing if you can't fight for your freedom. You can start again. If you live."
The lure of memories teased at the back of my consciousness. Family, friends, other nameless faces hovering in the darkest reaches of my mind.
"Are you ready to say 'goodbye' to them?" Joe stood behind me, rubbing his hands down my arms, a gentle comfort. He knew the sacrifice wouldn't be easy.
I turned and let him hold me as I nodded. A sob broke out, and the warmth of tears spilled down my cheeks. "I'm ready."
Joe pressed his fingers under my chin, drawing me up for a kiss. The faces hovering in the dark were gone. There was nothing left, nothing but a slow buzz that began flowing through me, twitching my muscles. Focus overcame all. With fierce discipline, I pushed back the sadness.
There was no room for regret. Like a fire within, a new drive burst to life. I heard a voice, deep, warm, somehow kind and stern at once. "Uncontrolled thoughts steal focus, Lydia. You must not let them slip, anymore than you would let slip your hold on balance."
Had I made a different choice, I would have known the face behind the voice. But something told me that, had I made a different choice, I would have disappointed that unknown person. I'd been taught better, and I had done what I must. I knew, somewhere deep within, he would have been proud.
A sword came at me and, without thinking, I brought up my own to block it.
Joe smirked at me over our crossed swords. "Are you done with self-pity? You've been lazy. You have a lot of work to do."
I was tempted to argue, but, instead, I shook my head and laughed. "Yeah. I'm done." I drew my sword back and turned swiftly, swinging too fast for him to do more than jump back out of my reach. "You're going to wish I wasn't."
Chapter Eight
"I think she's awake."
The youthful voice sounded excited. I woke with a groan, pushing myself up, ignoring the complaint of my stiff muscles straining under fragile skin. Then I opened my eyes. And stared.
What the hell is a kid doing in here? But after a few quick blinks, I realized she wasn't a kid. Not really. Her body had soft curves; her breasts were a little larger than mine. I could tell from her face that she was quite a bit younger than I was. Her cheeks were still plump with baby fat, and the dark, rich color of her perfectly smooth skin added to her youthful look. The sparkle in her wide, mocha-colored eyes topped it off.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed. My body didn't like it, but I knew, somehow, I was ready. "Joe?"
He came immediately to my side. "Lydia, you should lie down. You aren't strong enough."
I pulled my arm from his gentle hold and took his hand. "I'll be okay. Trust me. I just need to take it slow." I looked at the table, judging the distance. "Help me walk to the table. I'll sit there for a bit, and then walk back."
Joe opened his mouth, then closed it and frowned. I finally got through to him with my steady, patient gaze. With a sigh, he helped me to my feet, taking more of my weight than I wanted, but not arguing, which was all I could ask.
The girl hovered at my other side, hand out toward me as though she both thought I would fall and wanted to help. She settled for following my slow progress to the table.
It took me a ridiculously long time to cover the short distance to the table, but, once I had settled into the chair--the pain of my
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