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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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freshly mended body still present but bearable--I gave in to a moment of pride. A brief moment. Resting my elbow on the table and my head on one hand, I turned to the girl. "What's your name?" I sounded rude. Abrupt. God, I sounded just like Joe.
She didn't seem to mind. "Mary." She fidgeted with hem of her white dress for a few moments. Then she finally flew forward, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around my waist. "I'm so happy you're all right, Lydia. Joe was so worried. I don't know what he would have done if you had died."
Patting the girl's head awkwardly, I looked at Joe, hoping for some kind of explanation.
Joe shrugged. "She's been here for a bit. We're all she had. She got attached."
His explanation made no sense. Her attachment to him, being stuck here for God-knows-how-long while I was out of commission, I could understand. But me?
"How could she get attached to me? I was out cold!"
Standing with a little bounce, Mary gave Joe a brilliant smile. "He talked about you all the time. I knew he wouldn't if you weren't wonderful."
I arched a brow at Joe. Much as I liked the idea, I couldn't see him going on about me.
He cleared that right up. "Mary asks a lot of questions. More than you ever did. I don't think it's been quiet here for more than a second since she came." It sounded like a complaint, but Joe's fond smile aimed at the girl made it clear he hadn't minded the distraction at all.
I wondered if I should be jealous. I felt nothing. It was a little frightening. What if the sacrifice in the dream had included my ability to feel anything? What if the bond that had grown between Joe and me before I'd been wounded had died because I'd turned cold?
Joe touched my face to get my attention. "Are you alright?"
I lifted my hand and pressed it against the back of his. Then I gazed up into his eyes. The concern I saw there made me smile and nod. I still cared enough not to want Joe to worry needlessly.
"I'm fine." I had nothing to add, so I changed the subject. "Did you ever finish the story? I don't remember."
Joe opened his mouth. Mary spoke before he could say a word. "Which one? He told you Romeo and Juliet , and Hamlet , and Othello ." She grinned. "He got all the points right on, but I've never heard them told like that. He made it a lot more interesting than the way Mr. Knowling broke them down."
"Mr. Knowling?" Getting a headache from the way the girl bounced in place, I looked at the bowl before me, picked up the spoon beside it, and poked at the colorless mess.
"My English teacher." Mary stepped around the table, knelt again, and folded her arms on the table, resting her chin on her hands. "He had a droning voice that made everyone fall asleep. Except for Edward. He would always sit there going 'Oh! Oh!'" She held her hand up high to indicate what Edward had obviously done. "It was really annoying."
I ate as Mary continued to talk, casting odd glances at Joe who was sitting on the bed, back against the wall, one knee bent with his arm rested on it. He looked content just watching us.
When I finally figured it out, my headache subsided. Mary's addition to our dreary little cell was like an injection of life. She was sweet and bubbly, and, rather than being irritated by it, Joe was enjoying the change of pace. Just as he had when I had come on the scene.
This time, the implication didn't leave me unfazed. I focused on Mary and sat up.
My eyes narrowed as I stared at her face. I don't know what I was expecting to see, but my stare made her clamp her lips together and turn to Joe.
"Lydia." Joe said my name with a sharp authority.
Brow lifted, I set an angry gaze on him. "What?"
Joe pushed off the bed and waved Mary back. Head bowed, the girl went to the corner as though she'd been given a time-out. I watched her for a minute and bit my lip to keep from laughing when she crossed her arms and pouted, bracing her hip against the wall.
Her protruding lower lip made her look much younger,
She didn't seem to mind. "Mary." She fidgeted with hem of her white dress for a few moments. Then she finally flew forward, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around my waist. "I'm so happy you're all right, Lydia. Joe was so worried. I don't know what he would have done if you had died."
Patting the girl's head awkwardly, I looked at Joe, hoping for some kind of explanation.
Joe shrugged. "She's been here for a bit. We're all she had. She got attached."
His explanation made no sense. Her attachment to him, being stuck here for God-knows-how-long while I was out of commission, I could understand. But me?
"How could she get attached to me? I was out cold!"
Standing with a little bounce, Mary gave Joe a brilliant smile. "He talked about you all the time. I knew he wouldn't if you weren't wonderful."
I arched a brow at Joe. Much as I liked the idea, I couldn't see him going on about me.
He cleared that right up. "Mary asks a lot of questions. More than you ever did. I don't think it's been quiet here for more than a second since she came." It sounded like a complaint, but Joe's fond smile aimed at the girl made it clear he hadn't minded the distraction at all.
I wondered if I should be jealous. I felt nothing. It was a little frightening. What if the sacrifice in the dream had included my ability to feel anything? What if the bond that had grown between Joe and me before I'd been wounded had died because I'd turned cold?
Joe touched my face to get my attention. "Are you alright?"
I lifted my hand and pressed it against the back of his. Then I gazed up into his eyes. The concern I saw there made me smile and nod. I still cared enough not to want Joe to worry needlessly.
"I'm fine." I had nothing to add, so I changed the subject. "Did you ever finish the story? I don't remember."
Joe opened his mouth. Mary spoke before he could say a word. "Which one? He told you Romeo and Juliet , and Hamlet , and Othello ." She grinned. "He got all the points right on, but I've never heard them told like that. He made it a lot more interesting than the way Mr. Knowling broke them down."
"Mr. Knowling?" Getting a headache from the way the girl bounced in place, I looked at the bowl before me, picked up the spoon beside it, and poked at the colorless mess.
"My English teacher." Mary stepped around the table, knelt again, and folded her arms on the table, resting her chin on her hands. "He had a droning voice that made everyone fall asleep. Except for Edward. He would always sit there going 'Oh! Oh!'" She held her hand up high to indicate what Edward had obviously done. "It was really annoying."
I ate as Mary continued to talk, casting odd glances at Joe who was sitting on the bed, back against the wall, one knee bent with his arm rested on it. He looked content just watching us.
When I finally figured it out, my headache subsided. Mary's addition to our dreary little cell was like an injection of life. She was sweet and bubbly, and, rather than being irritated by it, Joe was enjoying the change of pace. Just as he had when I had come on the scene.
This time, the implication didn't leave me unfazed. I focused on Mary and sat up.
My eyes narrowed as I stared at her face. I don't know what I was expecting to see, but my stare made her clamp her lips together and turn to Joe.
"Lydia." Joe said my name with a sharp authority.
Brow lifted, I set an angry gaze on him. "What?"
Joe pushed off the bed and waved Mary back. Head bowed, the girl went to the corner as though she'd been given a time-out. I watched her for a minute and bit my lip to keep from laughing when she crossed her arms and pouted, bracing her hip against the wall.
Her protruding lower lip made her look much younger,
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